Qi Yunxiao didn't persuade him much before Xue Juzheng agreed.
However, Shen Qingyu said that she could not run a private school at home.
She could manage with her own kids making a fuss, but she couldn't handle a dozen or twenty kids from outside!
This is easy to handle; just find the village head.
As evening fell, the sweet potato starch workshop closed for the day. When the village head came over to give them the figures, Shen Qingyu and Qi Yunxiao took the opportunity to keep him there.
At first, Uncle Lizheng was worried that he had done something wrong and was a little uneasy.
But when Shen Qingyu said that she wanted to open a private school in the village, the village head was stunned!
"You mean to open a private school?" The village head couldn't believe his ears.
Only large families dared to dream of having a private school. In a place where eight out of ten households couldn't even get enough to eat, how could they possibly think about a private school?
“I know your family is well-off with a private tutor, but no family has the spare money to send their child to school!”
"If your private school opens but no one comes, all that effort you've put in will be wasted..."
Shen Qingyu understood what the village head had said before he finished.
These days, tuition fees for children's education are not cheap!
In ordinary families, who would be willing to send their child to school?
Shen Qingyu smiled and said, "Have you seen how good Shi Tou Mu Zi and Da Bao and Xiao Bao are at math these past two days?"
When this was mentioned, the village head sighed, "Of course they saw it! Not to mention Da Bao and Xiao Bao, they have been learning from their cousin Wen Che for a long time."
"But how long have those two dolls, Stone and Wood, been learning? They can already do math! And they're not wrong at all!"
It's impossible not to feel envious.
But if the bouquet were used to read books, people wouldn't be so envious.
Shen Qingyu smiled: "The stones and wood are paid. They are paid fifty coins a day for their work."
"What?!" The village head was stunned!
Stone and wood, how old are they?
You've already received your wages?!
Shen Qingyu pointed in the direction of the sweet potato flour workshop: "There aren't many people in our village who can do math and read. Stone and Wood have recently learned math and reading, so they can do this."
"Can you think of anyone else who could do it?"
The village head thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh: "There really isn't one."
Those with such skills have all gone out to make a living; who would stay in this place where people can't even get enough to eat?
"If I tell the young people and children in the village that I will prioritize hiring people from the village who can read and write, as long as they are of good character, literate, and can do accounting, I will need them in the future, will anyone still come?"
The village head thought about the situation for a moment, and then about the fifty coins a day's wages, and immediately nodded: "That's for sure! Who wouldn't be envious if such a young child could earn money?"
“That’s it. Spread the word. If anyone comes, they can sign up. If more than ten people sign up, we’ll start preparing to build a private school.”
"If no one is willing to come, then let's pretend this never happened."
Uncle Village Head slapped his thigh: "That's great! I'll go tell them right now!"
Shen Qingyu got up to see him off.
As Uncle Village Head walked to the door, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Shen Qingyu: "Qingyu, about the tuition... I wonder how much you plan to charge per person? Can it be cheaper than outside?"
Shen Qingyu smiled: "Then it's naturally the same as outside. If you don't think it's worth it, you don't have to come."
Are you kidding me?
Having two imperial tutors as teachers is a win-win situation, just like everyone else in the town and the prefecture!
Want a lower price?
Dream on!
The village head thought about it and agreed, nodding as he walked out.
The next morning, just as dawn broke, the sound of gongs rang out in Shenjia Village.
Everyone was busy preparing to dig sweet potatoes when they heard the gong calling them, so they had no choice but to carry their empty loads and rush over.
Knowing everyone was anxious, the village head didn't waste any words: "Two things. First, Qingyu is planning to build a private school in the village. If anyone is interested, you can sign up with me. If enough people sign up, she will build it. If not enough people sign up, then this matter will be dropped."
"I knew it was something! What's the point of studying? It's keeping me from digging sweet potatoes."
Shen Dalan and his mother immediately became unhappy and picked up their load to leave.
Some people quietly prepared to leave.
The village head didn't stop them: "The second matter is related to the first one. Qingyu said that she will need quite a few people who can read, write, and do arithmetic in the future. If they learn, she will give them priority to work when needed."
The crowd hesitated immediately.
Working for Shen Qingyu's family can earn you a lot of money!
Sweet potatoes can only be planted in a year, and once they're sold out, they're gone. But if you can work for Shen Qingyu's family long-term, the money you earn will be endless!
Didn't you see Xiao Taohua and her family?
While eating and staying at Shen Qingyu's house, the two children grew taller and their complexion and health improved a lot. They even gained some weight!
Then there's Shen Dasong, who looked miserable and like he didn't want to live when he first lost his child.
Look at him now? He's all muscle, and he looks great!
Uncle Lizheng added fuel to the fire: "Those two little kids, Stone and Wood, how old are they? Just because they learned to read and do math from Mr. Wenche, they're now working as accountants in the workshop, earning fifty coins a day!"
"What?"
"That can't be!"
"Such a small child, can earn fifty coins a day?"
"Then they can support themselves!"
Everyone was shocked and asked to confirm.
The village head straightened his back: "Do you think I'd lie to you? Qingyu said it herself!"
"Ouch..."
Everyone's minds immediately started racing, and they all looked around, asking for opinions from those around them.
The men and women nearby were also very interested and asked about the tuition fee.
"The tuition is the same as outside. If you want to go, then go; if you don't want to, then don't."
Upon hearing this, the crowd began to discuss it again.
Hearing the buzzing noise below, Uncle Village Head waved his hand and said, "There's no rush. You all go dig sweet potatoes first, and come back to me after you've discussed it with your families."
Everyone agreed, and they dispersed to get to work.
As evening approached, everyone finished their work and voluntarily headed to Uncle Village Head's house.
Everyone wanted to ask Shen Qingyu directly, but they didn't dare.
For some reason, ever since Shen Qingyu started doing business, they have become more and more respectful of her and dare not approach her easily.
"Uncle Village Head, please register my child."
"And there are two of mine."
"Where do you have two?"
"Your eldest is sixteen years old, already married, and still studying?"
"What do you know? If he learns some skills and becomes an accountant, it's better than digging sweet potatoes!"
As everyone was chatting away, a man's voice suddenly rang out: "Uncle, does Qingyu need someone who can do math? I can!"
Everyone turned around and, upon seeing the person who had spoken, immediately showed disdain on their faces.
"You still want to work for her? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten to death?"
Someone scoffed.
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