I tried my best to help Zulong, and finally got my wife

Ying Zheng suppressed his smile, and scolded in a cold voice: "You are eight years old. When my father was eight years old...he was bullied in Zhao country, and he often...don't say anything. Be careful in the future, and don't wet the bed anymore. .”

"Does your hand still hurt?"

Fusu's palms were swollen when Zhang He drew ten rulers. He knew about it, but Zhang Qing played well. If he doesn't suffer now, he will suffer greatly when he grows up.

"Father, my son doesn't hurt anymore, the teacher applied ointment to me."

Ying Zheng nodded and said, "Copy it quickly, or you will be punished tomorrow. You are the son of the widow, and you must do better than the other three."

"Father, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish copying! Woooooo... The teacher said, if you can't finish copying, I will let you copy it..."

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment. What the hell, do you really want to copy the Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic by yourself?

How embarrassing is this?

Ying Zheng said angrily: "If you can't finish copying, I will draw you another ten rulers!"

Fusu's heart is full of death, when will this day be the end!

That Marquis of Guan Nei is a big devil, and I used to regard him as an idol...

Yingzheng sat on the side, watching Fusu copy homework with snot and tears. Mihua brought pastries and fruits. great truth.

Fusu felt even more grief and indignation!

Fusu couldn't help wondering, was he his own?

Ying Bing's house.

The oil lamp lit up the whole house, bright as day, and the victorious beard trembled, and he kept yelling.

"You two bastards, if you can't finish copying tonight, the old man will drive you out of the mansion tomorrow, and you will be broken from now on. You are not the grandson of the old man!"

……

"Oh, my two grandparents, you guys should hurry up, grandpa can't hold it anymore."

Ying Keming burst into tears and cried: "Grandpa, come and help me copy, or tomorrow the teacher will chop your grandson with a knife. You don't know that the teacher can split a big rock with a knife..."

Win and lose: "Grandpa, we can't finish copying. The teacher will call you to class tomorrow and let you copy!"

Ying Bing was furious, Zhang He, the dog day, was not such a bully, and his grandson couldn't finish copying, so he asked his grandfather to copy it?

"You two are a fool, if you can't finish today, I will kill you!" Ying Bing didn't even care about his seniority, and directly called himself Laozi.

After scolding him, he felt something was wrong. Whose son is this son of a bitch?

In Yingxi's mansion, this scene of father's kindness and son's filial piety was also staged.

Yingxi was about to vomit blood from anger, it was already midnight, and the grandson had to be sent to the Taixue Hall early in the morning, and there was still a book to be copied, which would not be finished tomorrow.

Is it true that tomorrow I will be called by Zhang He to the Taixue Hall to copy books for my grandson?

This is too embarrassing!

"come..."

The housekeeper hurriedly came to Yingxi, and Yingxi said coldly: "You help him copy, this kid, why are your hands so slow? I'm so mad!"

Zhang He had a good night's sleep, listened to the cock crowing three times, opened his eyes, and stretched his waist. After getting up, Xu Chu drove the carriage and sent Zhang He to work in the Taiyuan Academy.

This life is quite nourishing. Go home and chat with Zi Nu about life, and then go to the Tai Academy in the morning to play games with the four children.

It's just that I got up earlier, but after this period of time passed, I didn't need to go to the Imperial Academy so early.

Can you find someone to take your place on duty?

Chapter 302 The sugar factory has made money, and I, Zhang He, am also a rich man

The next morning.

It was the same whistle again, resounding through Tai Academy.

Then, Zhang He saw Ying Zheng walking in from outside the courtyard with his son Fusu.

Then, the old man Ying Bing walked in with his two grandsons.

Finally, Yingxi walked in with his grandson Shangwu cursing.

"Minister Zhang He, I have met the king, the king has lived for thousands of years!"

"Free gift!"

Ying Zheng cast a glance at Zhang He, and said calmly: "Fusu's penalty copy has not been finished yet. I am busy with government affairs, so I whipped Fusu ten times as a warning. Zhang Qing will do the penalty copy."

I go……

Zhang He's eyes widened, can he still do this?

"Fusu is the son of Daqin, and all the ministers are responsible for his poor education."

"As the "Three Character Classic" says, raising or not teaching is the father's fault; teaching is not strict and the teacher is lazy."

"In terms of parenting, Fusu is fine, but his studies are not good!"

"Okay, the widow is going to court."

"Zhang Qing, the widow is optimistic about you!"

Zhang He: "..."

The king doesn't play cards according to common sense anymore!

When Zhang He came to his senses, Ying Zheng left Fusu with a terrified expression on his face, quickened his pace, and walked out of the gate.

Fusu wailed, and shouted, "Father..."

His father, the king, has disappeared.

Ying Bing looked at Ying Zheng's actions, and was stunned for a moment, what a great king!

So, he said with a smile: "Zhang Qing, my two grandsons haven't finished the punishment. I have become a talent."

"As you said in the "Three Character Classic", jade cannot be polished, and it cannot be used as a tool."

Zhang He: "..."

"Ha ha……"

"I have the rules here, can't I do it? Take the little ones home as soon as possible!" Zhang He said coldly.

"You should know that I didn't promise to take your grandson to class. I am the teacher of the young master, not your grandson's teacher. You are in the rubbish class."

Ying Bing: "..."

"Marquis of Guannei, my grandson has finished writing." Seeing that the boss was deflated, Ying Xi laughed and said.

"Impossible!" Zhang He couldn't hold back, and said quickly.

He was fined to copy ten times. The two books contained more than 2000 words, and ten times was more than 2 words. According to his grandson's tortoise speed, he could not finish writing even in two days.

The reason why Zhang He did this was to test how much the three parents attached to their children, because during this period of time, these three parents left their children in the Tai Academy, regardless of them, as if they had become their own children.

This is so irritating!

Ying Bing: "???"

"Win Xi:"? ? ? "

Zhang He coughed and said with a smile, "Take a look..."

Yingxi took out two thick notebooks, which were specially made by Zhang He. These four children, considered the luckiest ones, used paper for homework for the first time.

Zhang He knew that this guy, Yingxi, had someone write it for the child.

"Your grandson's writing is really beautiful, but the gap between the front and the back is too big, right? Mr. Weiyang, do you think I'm blind?"

Yingxi: "..."

"Marquis of Guannei, I really can't finish copying. Is it true that the old man should copy? The old man still has a lot of things to do!"

Zhang He said: "Cultivating the next generation is more important than your efforts now."

"If it doesn't work, just take it back. I'm the son's teacher, not your grandson's teacher. He's here for class." Zhang He said the same to Ying Xi.

Are you guys polite?

Yingxi took a deep breath, glared at Sun Tzu Shangwu, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll copy..."

"Mr. Fuyang, how about you?"

"Cough cough cough, the old man's eyesight is dim, I'm afraid he can't read clearly, this, let his father copy it!"

"Marquis of Guannei, my family brought two mink furs from Mobei, the fur is very smooth, and they have been sent to your home."

Zhang He's eyes lit up, this old guy just knows how to behave.

"Then let his father copy it."

Yingxi was dumbfounded, and suddenly understood that Zhang He didn't want to punish him for copying, but wanted something good!

By the way, they threw the child to the school, and it seems that they didn't even send the teacher's ceremony...

Could it be because of this that Zhang He...

Isn't this too small?

"Marquis of Guannei, I have a pair of jaspers in my house, which were given to me by the former king. I hate jaspers, and they are dusty at home, so I sent them to your house."

Zhang He smiled embarrassedly: "What are you two doing? We are discussing the education of our children. You are underestimating me, Mr. Zhang."

But there is a sneer in my heart, you two are rich, you can't justify it without your wool.

Damn I sent the child here, I worked hard every day, the king didn't give me any money, and even let me pay a lot of money and food.

The things these guys use are all bought with their own money.

"That line, today is the first time, so the punishment will be exempted, and the next one will not be an exception."

"Now, fuck me!"

The four children started a miserable life with Zhang He.

Two brothers, Ying Bing and Ying Xi, watched from the sidelines. After a set of procedures, the two old men nodded secretly. Zhang He's education method is really different.

In the afternoon, Zhang He's teaching task was completed, and when he returned home, Ying Bing and Ying Xi really delivered something.

Zhang He looked at the two mink furs with smooth fur and a pair of jaspers, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Uncle Liao, send the two pieces of mink fur to the place where the clothes are made, and make a cape for Miss Zi Nu, and put this pair of jaspers in my study."

Zhang He happily accepted this benefit.

If it was an ordinary family, he wouldn't accept it, but he must accept it from these two families. This is his own labor income, and he took it for granted, with a clear conscience.

Those three children, under their own education, will definitely be talents of Daqin in the future, and they should thank themselves.

Zhang He was lying on the rocking chair, drinking tea, humming a little song, and entered the state of salted fish.

September is crisp and clear.

It has been more than a month since Zhang He returned from Daliang of Wei State. Within this month, the autumn harvest is almost completed, the local government has started to collect taxes, and a large amount of grain has been shipped to granaries in various places.

This year is a bumper harvest year. In addition to the taxes paid to the country, the farmers have left enough grain to feed the whole family for a year, which is enough.

But this is only in the territory of Daqin, the territory of South Korea is okay, and the territory of Zhao State is in a mess. I am afraid that the bumper harvest in the territory of Daqin will support the people in Zhao State.

The sugar cane planted in the south has also been harvested and made into candy or smoothie sugar, which is sold to wealthy people throughout the Central Plains, or has become an indispensable item on the table.

Although the production of refined salt is small, the price is expensive. The poor cannot afford refined salt. Most of the refined salt is sold to the nobles of the six countries.

"Young master, miss Ba Qing, please see me!"

Zhang He slowly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Let her in."

After a while, Ba Qing was dressed in white, like a white swan, walked in slowly, saw Zhang He lying on the rocking chair, humming a little song she didn't understand, smiled, stepped forward and slightly bowed: " The little girl has seen Lord Hou."

"Oh, Miss Baqing, please sit down!"

"Come to my house today, do you have something important to discuss?"

Ba Qing smiled slightly, and said, "The little girl has brought money to Lord Hou."

When Zhang He heard the money was sent, he immediately became interested, sat up suddenly, and said with a smile: "Tell me..."

Ba Qing didn't sit down, leaned back again and said, "Master Hou let the Ba family manage the sugar factory, the total harvest for this year has been calculated."