In the school, Mr. Qian was leading Zhao Yonghong in morning reading.
The clear sound of reading gave Qian Chunhua a feeling that this was a real school.
Qian's wife, Zhao Xiufen, came out to greet him, "Sister Chunhua."
Zhao Xiufang is from the Zhao family. Huangling is not big, and there are many people with the Zhao and Qian surnames intermarrying.
Qian Chunhua smiled and said, "Xiu Fen, I'm looking for Master Qian. I want to consult about the school."
As he spoke, he handed over the gift he had prepared for the occasion.
Zhao Xiufen welcomed Qian Chunhua and her son into the house with surprise, let them rest for a while, and then turned around and ran towards the study.
In front of the window of the study, she waved to Master Qian. During the whole process, Zhao Xiufen did not make a sound and did not alarm the students in the study.
Qian Chunhua felt even more horrified when he saw this scene.
Master Qian assigned the three students some morning reading content before leaving the study.
"Sister Chunhua is here. She wants to ask about the school. I guess she wants to send her child to Qingsong School." Zhao Xiufen whispered to Master Qian.
If the school could accept one more student, the family could also receive an extra tuition fee, and the family's life would certainly be improved. Therefore, Mr. Qian and his wife showed great enthusiasm for the arrival of Qian Chunhua and her son.
Master Qian walked to the door and called out with a smile, "Sister Chunhua."
Qian Chunhua and Qingsong stood up quickly, "Master Qian, has the class already started? Sorry to bother you."
Master Qian waved his hand quickly, "It's okay, the children are reading early."
Without disturbing Master Qian for too long, Qian Chunhua simply asked about the study conditions and the teaching schedule, and then felt relieved.
Before coming, Qian Chunhua was worried that Qingsong had never received any enlightenment, and once he entered the school, the four children would have different progress, which would be disadvantageous to Qingsong.
After listening to Mr. Qian's explanation, Qian Chunhua realized that the children all took their own liberal arts classes, and only in music and calligraphy classes did the three children take them together.
At a later stage, the teacher will arrange the progress according to each child's acceptance level.
Isn’t this the one-on-one tutoring provided by the Modern Training School? Qian Chunhua was quite satisfied with it and immediately decided that Qingsong would go to school here.
"Teacher, I want to ask again, does the school still accept girls?" Qian Chunhua thought of her daughter Xiaoling. She didn't want this child to only know how to cook and embroider all her life. She also wanted Xiaoling to have basic knowledge and see a wider world so that the child's future would have more possibilities.
Qian Chunhua's words stunned Qian Xingli. In the entire Huanglingling, there were few boys sent to school, let alone girls.
All the villagers in Huanglingling believed that girls would get married sooner or later and belong to someone else's family, so sending them to school was a waste of money.
Unexpectedly, Qian Chunhua, as a mother, has different ideas.
Master Qian: "You can accept them, but the teaching content is the same as that for boys. I will not teach girls books like "Female Commandments" and "Nei Xun" separately."
Qian Chunhua nodded with satisfaction. She also didn't want her daughter to study this kind of books, which would teach Xiaoling to be a woman who relies on men, is servile to men, and regards men as her heaven.
"Yes, we will teach everyone equally, except that girls will not take the imperial examination."
Qian Chunhua quickly became acquainted with Master Qian.
After the two children's problems were solved, Qian Chunhua thought of her younger brother, Qian Xingshan, who was also illiterate. He was sixteen years old and had never been to school for a single day.
Qian Chunhua didn't expect his brother to take the imperial examination and get a title or something. At least he shouldn't be blind.
The sudden thought made Qian Chunhua ask, "Can Xingshan come to the school?"
Master Qian stuttered, "But...Is it okay?"
Qian Chunhua smiled. Isn't it you, Master Qian, who has the final say? You...Is it okay? I'm not sure about it myself.
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