Mingyue Primary School is planned to be built in the eastern suburbs of Xianyang City, adjacent to the Imperial Academy. When a middle school is built in the future, it will form an educational area and create a good academic atmosphere.
Chu Yuening did not deliberately conceal this matter.
Therefore, the massive construction scene in the eastern suburbs aroused the curiosity of the people, and also made Xianyang, which had been quiet due to the end of enrollment in the imperial academy, lively again.
It was noon, and the academy cafeteria was packed with people.
The cafeteria auntie was so busy waving her spoon that she almost left an afterimage and didn't even have the mind to shake it.
Looking at this scene, Xiao He stood at the door in a daze. Han Xin beside him laughed out loud and put his arm around his shoulders, teasing him.
"Brother Xiao, you haven't been back to the academy for a long time. You haven't seen so many people, right?"
"...Indeed... When can we eat?"
"Hahaha, Brother Xiao rarely comes back, I'll treat you to a meal outside."
A moment later, at a wonton stall.
Xiao He and Han Xin sat face to face at a wooden table, each with a bowl of steaming wontons in front of them.
The crystal clear dough wraps the tender red pork, and the emerald green onions float in the oily soup, exuding fragrance.
Han Xin originally wanted to reminisce about the past, but how could he resist with such delicious food in front of him?
After a few gulps, the bowl was empty, but his handsome face still showed a look of being unsatisfied.
Xiao He, who had just finished slowly eating a wonton, said: ...
"Auntie, another bowl of wontons, your wontons are really delicious!"
"Okay! Of course not! This is a recipe from the palace. It is said that even the Empress likes it!"
The lady who was setting up the stall was busy with her hands, but she didn't forget to answer the customers with a bit of pride in her tone.
Han Xin immediately remembered the important matter when he heard this. He turned his gaze to Xiao He, who was eating wontons elegantly, with a sparkling light in his eyes, and whispered with concern.
"Brother Xiao, how are you doing in the palace?"
"Very good. Your Majesty and the Empress are kind and generous, and the young prince is also smart and intelligent."
"That's good. By the way, Brother Xiao, do you know what kind of fortifications are being built next to the academy?"
It was already past noon and there were only a few people at the stall, so Xiao He gave a general reply, but deliberately lowered his voice.
When he heard Han Xin's second question, he frowned and thought for a while.
Recently he has been teaching the little prince and perfecting the Nine Chapters of Qin Law, and has not paid much attention to things outside the palace, but he seemed to have heard the little prince mention it casually a few days ago.
"...it's like building a primary school for young children to study."
"primary school?"
Han Xin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then nodded as if he understood, and continued to eat the second bowl of delicious wontons.
After Xiao He felt full, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the stains around his mouth. When he caught a glimpse of the high pile of ceramic bowls opposite him, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Suddenly, an important thing flashed in his mind. He stared at Han Xin who was absorbed in eating and asked seriously.
"Brother Han, do you have any money?"
"Um...I don't think I brought it..."
Within a few days, the news that a primary school was being built in the eastern suburbs spread throughout the city, and people ran around telling each other and talking about it.
At Liu Dashi's house, Aunt Liu, who had just heard the news, returned home in a panic, with excitement, excitement, and regret on her face.
"Dashi! Dashi!"
"Qiu Niang, what happened? Why are you so panicked?"
Liu Dashi caught his wife who almost tripped over the threshold and asked her with concern what happened. Aunt Liu grabbed his arm and spoke urgently.
"I heard that a primary school is being built in the eastern suburbs, a place where children can study."
"Isn't that a good thing? We can send the little stone over there when the time comes."
"Oh, but isn't Little Stone already studying with your nephew? He's already paid the tuition. What should we do now?"
As the saying goes, even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, let alone nephews.
In order to get more care for her child, Aunt Liu not only paid the tuition, but also specially sent a few pounds of pork. That amount of pork was enough for their family to eat for a year.
Seeing his wife's distressed eyes, Liu Dashi smiled innocently, patted her shoulder gently and said something comforting.
"Let Little Stone study with my nephew first. We'll send him there when the elementary school starts recruiting students."
"Alas, this is the only way. What a pity for my few pounds of pork..."
The establishment of the primary school made many parents with children eager to spend their family savings to prepare tuition.
There are also anxious people who look forward to it at the construction site every day, wishing they could send their children to school immediately and have them pass the imperial examination in the future.
The construction of Mingyue Primary School is on track, and Chu Yuening’s biggest concern right now is the compilation of textbooks.
Taking into account the students' age and knowledge level, she only plans to offer four courses for the time being.
One ideological class, one literary class, one arithmetic class, and one martial arts class, which is also a physical education class.
The last three courses taught extremely practical knowledge, while the ideological courses instilled the concept of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, which was also to consolidate the unity and social order of the Qin Dynasty.
After all, the six kingdoms had just surrendered and their loyalty to the Qin Dynasty was not as high as that of the old Qin people. Therefore, patriotic education for the next generation was particularly important.
"Yuening, let the doctors compile the textbooks for this philosophy course."
“They’re good at it.”
After dealing with a pile of memorials, Ying Zheng stood up and looked down at his wife's plan. When he saw the "Thought Class", a glimmer of light flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he couldn't help but make a suggestion.
In the past, the Qin Dynasty moved the nobles and wealthy people of the six kingdoms to Xianyang, and confiscated weapons from all over the world and melted them into twelve bronze statues in order to stop the wars.
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