Chapter 84 Girls’ School
The whole house, it would be most comfortable if you gave it to me for free.
Jun Baisong was used to it. Occasionally he would come to a new place, which was square and without the scent of birdsong and flowers, but fortunately there were many toys and he could play around here.
It is still more comfortable at home. Someone will hold him and take him out to play. He can chase the big yellow dog in the village and cuddle with the Sanhua sister in the village.
But he is very smart. When he is not with his family, it is better for him not to go out. It is fun for him to bask in the sun and catch butterflies in the yard at home.
If he goes out alone as a cat, he will be easily bullied.
After Jun Qiulan finished dealing with everything here, she took Jun Bai back home.
Thinking of what his mother said about setting up a girls' school and recruiting students, he decided to go to the city to take a look in person.
When I went out, I looked next door. The two small courtyards were now surrounded by a fence. The aunt brought the villagers to make folding fans in the yard. The family lost two laborers, so they hired a few more people, all of whom were skillful women in the village.
Old Madam Zhao was also helping out, smiling as she watched the two half-grown children chasing and playing in the yard.
This scene is completely different from when I first came here last year.
Last year, although this family was resilient, they still revealed confusion about the future in their eyes. Now it is different, everyone has their own direction in life.
Jun Qiulan heard Wan'er say that Madam Zhao's three sons were all doing well in the military camp. Because Wan'er and Miao'er saved someone in the military camp, the three brothers were transferred to the kitchen.
According to the rules, those who were exiled and sent to the military service could come back to see their families after one year if they did not commit any mistakes.
Calculating the time, it’s almost time.
Then the family can be reunited.
Jun Qiulan thought that when they officially started the uprising, many rules would have to be changed.
Even the rules in the military camp must be changed if they need to be changed, so that we can make progress.
Jun Qiulan held the big fat cat, said hello to the neighbors, and went out into the city.
Old Madam Zhao next door looked at Jun Qiulan's back with a slightly complicated feeling.
The two families lived next door to each other, and Song Xirong often came to chat with them and do embroidery together, so naturally she knew more about them.
Jun Qiulan is definitely not the lazy guy that the villagers say he is.
There must be some secret.
When the sweet potatoes came out this time, she became even more certain.
With such good stuff, the people above will definitely not let them go. She also knows about their recent actions and the people they have seen.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, this is a good thing.
Jun Qiulan is at least a gentle person. Even if he becomes an emperor, he will not be tyrannical.
The old man in her family also died unjustly, and the reason was the injustice of the superiors.
The case was directly concluded without thorough investigation.
Her three sons, through the hands of their youngest daughter, brought back letters in which they all wrote that they should make great military achievements and, when they had accomplished great things in the future, lead them out of this place and even go to the court to file a complaint with the emperor.
Mrs. Zhao was originally a farmer's daughter, but she had been traveling with the old man for half her life and had seen a lot of things.
Regardless of whether his sons can enter the throne, it is difficult to get justice for the old man by filing a complaint with the emperor.
Sometimes people worry about officials protecting each other, which is not without reason.
The same goes for those in higher positions.
The real mastermind behind the scenes is in a high position of power. Even if the emperor knows the truth, he will only let him go with caution.
Perhaps the only way is to replace a wise emperor.
Old Madam Zhao sighed secretly, then put on her smile again and played with her grandchildren.
No matter what, their lives must go on and they must never be defeated.
Jun Qiulan actually felt the gaze of Old Madam Zhao. Since the two families lived so close, it was normal for Old Madam Zhao to have some speculations.
But he's not worried.
The women and children in this family have come through it together when they were in the most difficult times.
To put it more directly, the fact that Gebi can now live a life without worries about food and clothing is largely due to Jun Qiulan's contribution, and Gebi is definitely not an ungrateful person.
The city is very lively today.
A few days ago, officials came to the village and announced that the prefect's wife, together with several capable wives, had founded a women's college.
In addition to teaching the girls to read and write, they were also taught a skill.
After the news spread, people in the surrounding villages were in an uproar.
The reason is that the threshold for learning technology is too high.
Take ordinary families for example. If they knew a girl who could weave, she would be a beautiful girl that hundreds of families would want.
Now there are schools specifically for girls that teach them skills.
How much is the tuition fee?
What?
No charge.
Even earning wages.
Why can't they understand?
After inquiring carefully, I found out that you have to study academic subjects in the morning, and only after passing the academic subjects can you learn technical skills. Then, in the afternoon, you have to work to pay for tuition.
Spread the tuition fees over two years, deduct the tuition fees each month, and the extra work you do will be extra wages that you can take home.
After the news came out, families with daughters were overjoyed.
Upon further inquiry, I found out that this girls' school actually has a very loose age limit.
Anyone from eight to forty years old can sign up.
But the school has limited admissions places, and now everyone is getting restless.
Which family doesn’t have a few women?
Learn a skill. If you learn it and pass it on to your children and grandchildren, it will be a way of making a living.
I heard that registration is today, so anyone who is interested and can come should come.
It was the first time that Jun Qiulan saw so many women, girls and children on the street.
Everyone was chattering about today's enrollment.
It is said that the three ladies personally interviewed the students and only accepted those they liked.
No one has figured out the pattern yet. A few ladies just asked a few questions. If one person answered, he might accept it. But if the next person gave the same answer, he might be eliminated.
No one could figure out what the ladies were thinking.
Jun Qiulan could figure out what her mother meant.
Mother said that she wanted to set up a girls' school and told him not to worry about it. Everything was discussed between mother and the second aunt next door and Senior Brother Duan Wen's wife.
Girls' schools are designed to lay the foundation for improving the status of women.
However, their energy and manpower are limited, and it is impossible for them to recruit all the people who come.
Therefore, we can only choose some people with strong character who have the courage to say no to fate, and some girls and women who are extremely poor and eager to make a living.
As for the younger ones, we can only pick and choose and collect some first.
When Jun Qiulan arrived, it was still very lively. He entered through the back door.
Duan Wen’s wife’s surname is Tian.
Mrs. Tian also brought the servants and maids from her house to maintain order.
"Mom, how are you today?"
Song Xirong was also quite surprised when she heard her son's voice, "Why is Jibai here?"
"Just came to see if there was anything I could help with."
"Everything went smoothly," Song Xirong said. "It's just that there were too many people coming, and it's hard to greet them all. I'm afraid it will take three or four days to see everyone who has registered."
These people come here not for the purpose of learning to read and write, but for the possible skills they can learn and the wages.
Nowadays, there are too few ways for women to make money. Basically, they can only make a few embroidered handkerchiefs and purses at home and sell them to shops in the city to earn a few cents.
Or they go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables and sell them.
These are not stable.
It is too difficult for them to have a stable income. Even if it is only 100 coins a month, it will be 1,200 coins a year.
There is no need to say what more than one or two taels of silver means to an ordinary farmer.
"Take your time, mother." Jun Qiulan said, "After the soap factory here is on track, we can build other factories and continue to recruit workers and students."
Song Xirong nodded, "Then you can help us with the interview. The three of us will go to the next room to rest for a while."
As she spoke, she had already snatched the chubby Jun Baisong from Jun Qiulan's arms.
Aunt Xu Lian and Mrs. Tian were both smiling.
It is no wonder that Mrs. Song wanted to open a girls' school to teach girls to read and write, because her husband and son at home supported her.
Jun Qiulan was suddenly entrusted with an important task, and felt a little helpless.
"Call the next one in."
The next person who came in was a very thin girl, probably only about twelve or thirteen years old, and she was so skinny that she looked unrecognizable.
Jun Qiulan sighed inwardly and began the interview.
"What's your name? How old are you? Do you have any skills? Can you read and write?"
The little girl came in timidly. Before she came in, she heard the people in front of her say that there were three ladies. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came in, she turned into a young man who looked like an immortal.
She suddenly didn't know what to say and was extremely nervous, but when she thought about the purpose of her visit today and the fate she would face if she didn't pass the interview, she still plucked up the courage.
"My name is Li Xiaolan. I'm fifteen years old. My family was once exiled. I can read and write, and I can embroider. I can do some simple patterns without any problem."
As she spoke, she took out her best work, which was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, and it looked vivid and lifelike.
Jun Qiulan was a little surprised and asked, "What crime did your family commit that led to their exile?"
Although we treat everyone equally, if someone in the family has done something extremely evil, we still have to think twice.
Don’t say that the collective responsibility system is unfair.
Just like those corrupt officials, don’t their families enjoy the money they embezzled? Their families are also vested interests.
Li Xiaolan was a little nervous. "My grandfather's family used to run a restaurant, and someone died eating there. Although we never found out the truth, the person died from eating our food. The county magistrate in my hometown sentenced my grandfather to ten years in prison, and he passed away two years ago. Only my parents and I are left. My father received six years, and my wife and child received three years."
Now that three years have passed, she and her mother can actually leave this place.
But they couldn't leave.
Because the man she called father had not yet completed his sentence, she and her daughter could not leave.
Jun Qiulan also sighed. As the owner, he was definitely responsible for the death of a person eating in the restaurant, but it was indeed unfair to hold the entire family responsible.
He asked her some more questions about her future plans.
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