The hot topics in Daqin recently are the imperial examination and the enrollment of students in the imperial academy, and the most excited and happy people are the common people.
Who wants to spend their whole lives facing the earth? Who wants to toil and work hard? Who wants to spend their whole lives groveling and being looked down upon?
In the past, they had no power and could only leave everything to fate, but now such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is before them.
If you don't seize the opportunity, you will not be able to face your ancestors a hundred years later.
In the outer city of Xianyang, Aunt Liu had just bought soap from the supply and marketing cooperative. When she came out, she saw several neighborhood women gathered at the door chatting and she went up to greet them enthusiastically.
"Hey, why don't you go home? What are you talking about here?"
"Well, what else can we talk about? It's not about the imperial examination. Oh, Aunt Liu, didn't you buy soap just last month?"
"Speaking of this makes me angry. My naughty boy goes out to hang out all day and comes home covered in mud. He can even eat up a whole bar of soap."
Thinking of her naughty little brat, Aunt Liu's anger suddenly surged up in her chest and she complained with gritted teeth.
The women around laughed good-naturedly.
What kid isn't like this? If they don't get beaten for three days, they'll tear the roof off the house, and if they don't get whipped for two days, their skin will go bad.
"Alas, the one in my family is the same. I don't know what he will become in the future."
"Why are you in such a hurry? He's only a few years old. He'll be sensible when he grows up."
"If you ask me, it would be great if we could send them to the Imperial Academy to study. Maybe they could even pass the imperial examination and become a scholar in the future."
"It's a pity that the academy doesn't accept children. I heard a few days ago that those who brought their children to register were kicked out."
As soon as the words fell, several women fell silent, feeling unhappy. As parents, they always hope that their children will become successful and not follow their old path.
It was fine before, but once the imperial examination came into being, it was like a pie in the sky that was within their reach, and they naturally felt unwilling to not be able to have it.
Aunt Liu, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly had her eyes light up, her mind raced, she said goodbye to everyone in a hurry, and ran back home in a hurry.
When he got home, the honest husband was carrying water to the water tank. When he saw his wife coming back, he quickly put down the bucket and went to greet her.
When he saw that there was only a bar of soap in the basket, he couldn't help but frowned, but still asked in a soft voice.
"Qiuniang, didn't I ask you to buy two pieces?"
"That brat is always dirty, so he and I can just share one, and you can use one yourself."
"Why waste that money? One dollar is enough. I still have to save money to send Little Stone to school."
Aunt Liu is only thirty years old this year. She has a pretty face and still has charm. Knowing that her man is considerate of her, she feels sweet in her heart, but she still does not forget the important thing.
Liu Dashi scratched his head, his face filled with confusion. What was Qiu Niang talking about? How could a kid who played all day long concentrate on studying? Besides, where could he be sent to study?
Noticing her husband's doubts, Aunt Liu didn't keep him in suspense anymore. She put down the basket in her hand and pulled him into the house to talk in detail.
"Dashi, don't you have a nephew working in the government office? How about we send Little Shitou over there to be taught by him?"
"Don't worry, I'll pay the required amount and won't let your nephew suffer any loss."
"Well...my nephew is very busy. Besides, how can Little Stone learn from him?"
Liu Dashi was a little embarrassed by his wife's proposal.
Although he had a good relationship with his nephew, he didn't like to trouble others, and teaching a lively and active child was not an easy task.
Being rejected by her husband, Aunt Liu glared at him and pinched the soft flesh on his waist hard. Only then did she feel relieved and continued to persuade him.
"As a father, you don't even trust your own child? Little Stone may be naughty, but he is also reasonable."
"Now that we have the imperial examination, maybe our little Shitou can pass the exam and become a scholar, bringing honor to our family! Even if he can't become a high-ranking official, being a minor official wouldn't be bad either."
"this...…"
"Okay! I'll ask my nephew tomorrow."
Liu Dashi was finally moved. He gritted his teeth and answered in a loud voice.
For the sake of his child's future, he asked his nephew to teach Xiao Shitou even at the cost of his reputation.
Before the emergence of the academy, the education system of the Qin Dynasty was divided into official schools and private schools.
Official schools are those that "take officials as teachers and laws as teachings", while private schools are opened by various schools of thought to promote their own ideas. They are not large in size and are mainly distributed in the former territories of the Six Kingdoms.
For parents who want their children to go to school, no matter what school or channel, it is great as long as they can find a teacher to teach them.
However, most of the time, there is no way to study.
But sometimes opportunities just have to wait. The Xianyang Primary School, which is under construction, will give everyone a surprise soon.
Zhangtai Palace, inner hall.
Chu Yuening was preparing for the establishment of a primary school, her dark brows like distant mountains tightly furrowed.
Sometimes she wrote furiously, sometimes she pondered deeply, and sometimes she muttered to herself.
"Teacher...when the time comes, we will directly hire the scholars..."
"Textbooks...need to be carefully compiled..."
"Yuening, don't be anxious. Construction is not something that can be done overnight. There is plenty of time."
Looking at his young wife who had been busy for an hour, Ying Zheng's brows were full of disapproval.
He stood up and walked to the woman, forcefully pulled out the brush, then gently picked her up and put her in the soft and comfortable sofa.
Her thoughts were interrupted. Chu Yuening raised her starry eyes in dissatisfaction and cast an accusing look at the man. Her pink lips pouted in grievance, and the corners of her eyes drooped slightly, as if tears would come out in the next moment.
Ying Zheng had long been accustomed to his young wife's unpredictable moods. At this moment, he coaxed her softly and knowingly, his eyes deep and bright, as if condensing the vast galaxy that embraced everything.
"Yuening has been sitting quietly for a long time. I'm sure your waist is sore again. Would you mind massaging it for you?"
"Well... a little..."
"Thank you for your hard work, A Zheng, mua~"
Chu Yuening's emotions came and went quickly. She put her arms around the man's neck and acted sweetly and coquettishly.
She turned to admire the perfect and delicate facial features, and her eyes gradually fixed on the thin lips. The light pink was like the first blooming cherry blossoms in spring, and she couldn't help but kiss them several times.
Gazing at the clever little fox stealing fish, Ying Zheng unconsciously raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He stretched out his big palm to cover the soft, smooth and lustrous fat, gently pressing and kneading it.
The strength on the waist was just right, and the warm and dry palm caused waves of numbness. Chu Yuening's face was rosy, and her pearly teeth bit her red lips tightly, for fear of revealing a trace of sweet moan.
No, stop thinking!
How can we do that in the daytime... Let's wait until night.
When the sour feeling was almost relieved, Chu Yuening hurriedly held her husband's big hand, cleared her throat twice, and changed the subject somewhat uncomfortably.
"...A Zheng, what do you think would be a good name for Daqin's first elementary school?"
"Daqin Primary School? Xianyang Primary School? Hope Primary School?"
Ying Zheng raised his sword-like eyebrows, a strange light flashed in his phoenix eyes, and his fingertips gently stroked the rosy cheeks of his little wife, his voice low but with a hint of clarity.
"Why not call it Mingyue Primary School?"
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