Father can be an enemy to the country

Zhu Zhen finally looked at Huang Guan.

Unlike his peers who served as local officials, Huang Guan served as the Yunnan Prefecture Confucianist. This position was responsible for managing schools and education.

Huang Guan has been running schools over the years, but not traditional prefectural and county schools. Because there are no school-age students in Yunnan now, and no one would go to such schools.

But this is not a bad thing, Huang Guan can start from the baby. During his tenure, he established a three-year primary school in Kunming, Fumin, and Yiliang counties in Yunnan Prefecture, and Songmeng, Kunyang, Jinning, and Anning Prefectures, enrolling children under ten years old.

Moreover, the primary school tuition is free, and the school also provides a lunch. Such a good treatment is not because Huang Guan has too much money and has nowhere to spend it, but that no one would send their children to school otherwise.

Unlike the Jiangnan, Shandong, Fujian, and Guangdong areas where the literary style is prosperous and education is valued, Yunnan is basically full of soldiers, craftsmen, and even exiled prisoners. Counting several generations, there is no one who can read. So in the eyes of ordinary people, what's the point of studying? It's better to do a small job and earn some money for the family.

It's all thanks to the free lunch that some people are willing to send their children to school, saving a meal for the family, and it's also good to be able to learn a few words.

However, in the past two years, many parents have changed their minds. Seeing that their children can write and calculate in school, they can find a leisurely job of copying and writing when they go out to work. So they support their children to continue studying, strive to learn more skills, and work as an accountant in the future, so that they can earn more jobs without hard work.

"Now the first batch of primary school students have graduated. The corresponding middle school has also been prepared. The middle school is a two-year system..." Huang Guan said his plan.

"There are not many people willing to go to middle school, right?" Zhu Zhen asked. After all, three years is enough for a child to master the most basic reading, writing and calculation skills.

"It's true that there are not many. Less than one in ten people are willing to continue studying. A Kunming middle school can accommodate them." Huang Guan's mouth was full of bitterness. He felt that his grades were insignificant compared to his brothers.

"It's already quite a few." Zhu Zhen encouraged Huang Guan, "Don't be discouraged. It's not your fault that parents don't want their children to continue studying, but a problem of the whole society. After finishing elementary school, they will be thirteen or fourteen years old. They are semi-laborers who can earn money for the family. Who would be willing to let you just give them a meal?"

"Yes." Huang Guan nodded, "I have visited many such families, hoping that they can let their children continue to study, but they all said that their families are too poor to make ends meet, and they can't let their children grow up and sit idly by."

"I have no choice but to spend money to redeem a few particularly good seedlings from their families to school." Huang Guan smiled bitterly and said, "But the students are also poor, and how many nails can they hammer with iron?"

"How much does it cost to redeem a student?" Zhu Zhen asked.

"Five taels of silver is enough." Huang Guan replied, "Boys are only paid half of their wages, so they can only earn about six taels a year, but parents are not completely unreasonable, so they will give students a small amount."

"Is that so? I paid this money, but I can't say it's redeeming the children, that's too ugly." Zhu Zhen said, "Let's say it's a scholarship. After graduating from elementary school, those who can be admitted to middle school will have a scholarship. When they reach high school, it will increase to ten taels!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty..." Huang Guan was so moved that tears came down. He knelt down and saluted, saying, "I kowtow to Your Majesty on behalf of those children who have dropped out of school."

"Don't give me that." Zhu Zhen waved his hand and smiled, "They are all my subjects. They have learned skills and used them for my use. In the end, I still make money!"

"But I and the children will still be very grateful to Your Majesty." Huang Guan still kowtowed to Zhu Zhen stubbornly.

"Get up, continue to follow your plan, and prepare for Kunming High School next! Don't worry, the funds will be sufficient! I still say that the long-term plan is based on education, and no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education!" Zhu Zhen raised his voice.

"Yes." Huang Guan was deeply encouraged, wiped away his tears, and nodded heavily: "Students plan for high school for two years, so a ten-year-old child can enter university after seven years of enrollment."

"Are you talking about the Imperial University in Nanjing?" Zhu Zhen asked.

"Of course." Huang Guan nodded, not thinking that there was anything wrong with his idea.

"..." Zhu Zhen was speechless for a while. These hateful gods of learning always don't understand that what they take for granted is something that ordinary people can't do even if they try their best.

Just like Jordan taught Kwame Brown how to shoot without being blocked, he said: 'After you jump, wait for the person who blocks you to fall before shooting, and there will be no problem. ’

Don’t even think about it, how can ordinary people do it like a flying man, first take off and then fall...

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"Our foundation in Kunming is still too weak," or Dongyang Ma Sheng can resonate with ordinary people more, and understand the prince's meaning: "I'm afraid we can't compete with candidates from the mainland, and we can't pass the exam even if we try our best... a few."

Zhu Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, after all, only a few can pass the exam to Nanjing. But we can build our own university in Yunnan, so are the talents cultivated by local universities not talents?"

"That's definitely not the case. Our students have been cultivated according to the path of Guozi University since childhood, especially focusing on science, mathematics, and mathematics. They will definitely be useful talents in the future!" Huang Guan is full of confidence in this.

"Right, that's enough! Work hard, this is our fundamental plan!" Zhu Zhen encouraged Huang Guan again:

"Always remember that education is the foundation and talents are the future. Whether Yunnan can catch up with Jiangnan is not decided by our generation. It depends on whether the younger generations can keep giving strength."

"Whether the younger generations can give strength depends on how well we run our education!" Huang Guan raised his head and said generously: "I will dedicate my life to the education of Kunming!"

"Hey, how can Kunming be enough? The education of the whole Yunnan will be managed by you in the future..." Zhu Zhen was talking when he saw Deng Duo coming with people. Thinking that Tie Xuan had arrived, he stopped talking.

But when he saw the man walking out from the shade of the tree, a salted egg shimmered in the sun. Only then did he realize that it was not Tie Xuan, but a fat monk.

Zhu Zhen frowned slightly and said, "Hey, why is it him?"

Then he said to Huang Guan and the other two, "You should leave first. This evil monk is too evil. I'm afraid he will lead you astray."

Huang Guan and the other two hurriedly got up and left the pavilion. When they met the monk, they couldn't help but look at him.

This monk looked like Maitreya from a distance, but he had a pair of scary triangular eyes and deep wrinkles on his cheeks. He looked like a sick tiger, which was really frightening.

The monk smiled and saluted them, and the three of them returned the salute politely, and the two sides passed by.