The teacher frowned, turned around and looked at the child and said, "Why didn't you ask before, but asked at the end of the school day?!" His expression was very stern. The child was frightened and stammered for a long time without being able to speak.
At this time, the teacher said, "Okay, okay, let's ask you again in the afternoon. Go back and have lunch first. It doesn't matter whether you study or not. Eating is the most important thing. Studying is useless."
After saying that, the teacher went into the back hall of the private school. The child could only lower his head, pack up his books, and leave with his friends from the same village.
As the children from poor families left the private school one by one, the three children from rich families walked in at the end. They had the most books and were not in a hurry to go home after school. Instead, they each used the books to correct their previous mistakes before leaving the private school.
From this we can see that the education received by those children from poor families is obviously not as good as that received by these children from wealthy families, because those children from poor families do not even have the basic ability to correct each other's mistakes.
After these rich kids walked out of the private school, they went straight back to their homes. Fang Jian thought about it, then hid his figure and followed one of the rich kids all the way to his home.
When the child that Fang Jian followed returned to his home, a middle-aged man wearing gorgeous brocade clothes and with a slightly fat figure was already waiting outside the door.
"Daddy." The child called out, then ran quickly to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man quickly came forward with a smile on his face, and then asked the child, "My dear son, what are you going to eat today? Daddy has asked the kitchen to prepare more than 30 of your favorite dishes for you."
The child didn't mention the food first, but instead said to the middle-aged man, "Dad, the teacher said again today that 'studying is useless.'"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Sir, you are right. Studying is indeed useless. But don't listen to me. You should study hard."
"Daddy, I don't understand." The child said with a puzzled look on his face.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then walked to the side of the road with the child and pointed to a vast expanse of fertile farmland ahead. He said, "Look."
The child looked towards the vast expanse of fertile land and saw that the rice ears in the fields were extremely full. This year would definitely be another bumper year. In the fields, men and women in coarse linen clothes were leaving the fields and returning to their homes.
"Dad, this is my family's land," said the child.
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, this is my family's land, and those people are my tenants. The teacher said, 'Studying is useless,' but he was telling his son, not you."
"Why?" the child asked again.
The middle-aged man said, "Child, think about it. How tiring is studying? How tiring is being an official? How tiring is managing the food and drink of so many people? How easy is farming? It's simple and relaxing. So it's for their own good to stop them from studying. Let us do the tedious and tiring work of being an official and holding power."
Upon hearing this, the child's face lit up with a brilliant smile. He said, "I understand, Daddy. From now on, let them farm and weave hemp for generations to come. It's easy and effortless. We will serve as officials and hold power for generations to come, and we will take on all the tedious work ourselves."
"Hey! That's right, my good son, you will become a great man in the future." The middle-aged man immediately laughed and said while hugging the child.
The child, receiving his father's praise, chuckled a few times, then turned and shouted at the farmers returning home from the fields, "Studying is useless! Studying is useless!"
Seeing the child innocently saying "studying is useless", Fang Jian felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"All beings are equal, and there is still a long way to go."
Fang Jian looked at the father and son who returned home happily, and thought deeply in his heart as he stood by the ridge of the field.
Time flies, and ten days passed in the blink of an eye. Two Phoenix Towers have been built. With strong manpower, material and financial resources, the construction of the buildings is naturally very fast.
On this day, Fang Jian was teaching the farm children in the small village to read. Fang Jian sat on a cobblestone, and the farm children squatted in a circle around him.
"Who can recite these four lines of poetry?" Fang Jian wrote a poem on the ground with a wooden stick and then asked the children around him.
It was the same child who had been taught Chinese characters at noon ten days ago. He raised his hand and said, "Master, I can read."
Fang Jian smiled and said, "Then read it to me."
The child immediately cleared his throat and read aloud: "The emperor values heroes and teaches you to write articles. Ten thousand... ten thousand... ten thousand..." He stopped here and couldn't say the word "ten thousand" for a long time. He was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
Fang Jian reminded him at the right moment: "Everything."
The child suddenly understood and immediately continued to recite: "All other pursuits are inferior, only reading is superior."
Fang Jian immediately clapped his hands, and the children around him followed suit. The child seemed to be greatly encouraged, and his face turned red with excitement.
"Children, remember, reading and acquiring knowledge are extremely important at all times," Fang Jian said. "The words 'studying is useless' are the biggest lie and the biggest evil in the world. Don't believe them."
"But the teacher always says that," said a little child.
Fang Jian said, "He's not a teacher. He's just a scholar, an educated rogue, a mouthpiece for the aristocratic families and the academic clique."
Of course, the children didn’t understand these words, so their faces were full of question marks.
Seeing this, Fang Jian asked, "When you were in school, did he often lie in the rocking chair?"
"Yes." The children nodded.
Fang Jian laughed and said, "So, when you see him with his feet off the ground and his butt dangling in the air, it means he's not on the same path as you. His butt is dangling in the air, and he sits wherever the high side is, never on the 'low' side. And in his eyes, you are on the 'low' side."
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