Just now, Tuogu, you told me that this place is Fengshen

"Why is get out of class ending so soon? This class only lasted for three hours."

"I feel like I still have a lot to learn, and this

Time passed too quickly. "

Bo Yikao thought so, and at the same time looked at the hourglass and began to lose consciousness.

"The sage Ziqing is worthy of being a born sage. He could think of such a good timekeeping tool. Why didn't anyone think of it before?"

"These little sands are put into the hourglass and assembled into a tool for measuring time."

"It's really convenient."

With great difficulty, Jiang Ziya withdrew his distraction, and put his mind into the Confucianism classroom again.

His eyes slowly glanced around the group of Confucian students, and stopped on Bo Yikao again.

"Just now everyone was studying hard, and I didn't see anyone looking up in my direction."

"Why is it this Boyikao again, who has been staring at my podium stupidly?"

"Still smirking at this hourglass all the time."

"Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya looked at Bo Yikao again with a stern look.

At this moment, Bo Yikao finally came back to his senses, and his eyes happened to meet Jiang Ziya's.

I was suddenly frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Why does Mr. Jiang look at me so coldly, and faintly feel a three-point murderous look."

Bo Yikao only felt goosebumps all over his body, and recalled the last scene in his mind.

I was knocked unconscious on the ground by Mr. Jiang's Xingmu, and no one woke me up until the end of get out of class.

I was in a coma until the next day in class, and then I was kicked awake by Mr. Jiang.

Bo Yikao hurriedly lowered his head and continued to recite Confucian classics.

Only in this way can he feel a sense of security.

Jiang Ziya's gaze was also withdrawn at this moment.

"Finally, I have become sensible this time, and it seems that it is not incurable."

"But with such aptitude and comprehension, if you want to teach you the Confucian classics, you must spend more energy than others in this process."

"Then it's reasonable for me to double your tuition fee."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ziya finally stopped looking at Bo Yikao so hard.

But with a touch of warmth.

Bo Yikao chanted Confucian classics aloud, while quietly raising his eyes in Jiang Ziya's direction.

It was found that Mr. Jiang's eyes had softened, and there was even a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Bo Yikao was relieved, and then devoted himself to reading Confucian classics.

"I have nothing to worry about!"

Bo Yikao often breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Mr. Jiang's expression at the moment.

It will definitely not hit me with Xingmu like last time.

The sound of reading in the private school of Songjiazhuang continued to waft over the sky of Songjiazhuang.

As for the house near the Songjiazhuang Private School, it has also been bought by many wealthy families in Chaoge City.

"For the convenience of children going to and from school, it is worth the money we spend."

A few days ago, a wealthy businessman from Chaoge City went to buy a house near Songjiazhuang private school.

Looking at his money with a heartache, it was just delivered to others.

The man in front of him is an old resident of Songjiazhuang, three generations have settled in Songjiazhuang.

In the past few days, there have been several groups of people wanting to buy his house.

The middle-aged man was also confused at first, until a few more people came.

Only then did they figure out the situation from their mouths.

It turns out that those who want to buy houses in Songjiazhuang are all family members who go to private schools in Songjiazhuang.

In order to make it easier for them to go to and from school every day, and save these Confucian students the time spent doing other trivial things.

Only then did groups of people come to Songjiazhuang to buy houses.

"It's all for the children's Confucianism grades. Wouldn't this save the children more time to study Confucian classics?"

"Yes, yes, this will save the children more time."

"The house in Songjiazhuang is more expensive now, so we have to buy it."

At this moment, several men dressed as wealthy businessmen are gathering in Songjiazhuang to discuss.

One of them said with a sad face:

"The house in Songjiazhuang is not more expensive now, it is simply too expensive."

"Even if we bought a house in Chaoge City before, we have never offered such a high price."

The man said with a sigh.

"For the sake of children's education, it's just some extraneous possessions, so there's nothing I can't bear to do."

"After I pass away in the future, this huge family business will not be left to my children."

"Letting them study Confucian classics now is to help them improve their abilities and abilities in the future."

"So that after they inherit the family business, they can continue to carry forward our family."

Another middle-aged man who was traveling with him said this to several people with a high-spirited face at the moment.

Several other wealthy businessmen who came from Chaoge City also nodded to this man.

Obviously, they also agree with this idea very much in their hearts.

No matter how much extraneous possessions you earn, if your descendants are unfilial.

It was still nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

At this moment, one of the rich merchants in Chaoge City took advantage of the discussion with several other companions.

Chapter 80 School district housing that money can't afford

He has sneaked into Songjiazhuang quietly, and has already started discussing housing prices with the residents of Songjiazhuang.

Several other rich merchants in Chaoge City saw their companions enter Songjiazhuang first.

Immediately dumbfounded.

"This old Wang is too unkind, we agreed to go together."

"He actually slipped in first by himself."

"Is this still plausible?"

Several other rich merchants from Chaoge City immediately lost their composure, rushing towards the Song Family Village.

School district housing - this brand new term soon appeared in Chaoge City.

"Songjiazhuang's housing prices have risen again today."

The men dressed as rich businessmen in Chaoge City are gathering together to discuss at the moment.

"Yes, yes, I went to Songjiazhuang with a few friends yesterday to see it."

"Not to mention the houses near Songjiazhuang Private School, almost all the houses in Songjiazhuang have been bought by people from Chaoge City."

"It's just to make it more convenient for my children to study Confucian classics in the Songjiazhuang private school."

A middle-aged man next to him sighed after hearing what he said.

No, the person who has been silent on the sidelines.

After hearing these two people's words, the eye sockets turned slightly rosy, and he said to the two people aggrievedly:

"You guys are nothing."

"Don't say it's Songjiazhuang, I've even asked about the houses near Songjiazhuang."

"There is no room at all, and I can't even spend money if I want to."

The middle-aged man also said with a sad face at the moment.

The three fell silent for a moment.

"Why don't we just buy a piece of wasteland near Songjiazhuang, if we don't have a house, we can build a house ourselves."

"It makes sense."

"Great kindness and great kindness."

When the other two men heard what the man said, their eyes lit up.

The three of them looked at each other, and suddenly they thought about it.

"School district housing is so popular now, if I buy more wasteland and build them into school district housing."

"In this way, how much money will I make if I resell it when the time comes?"

The three of them had the same thought in their hearts at the moment, so they said to each other hurriedly.

So they rushed back home and quickly prepared money to buy wasteland near Songjiazhuang.

After a few people did this, many people began to follow suit.

All of a sudden, the wasteland near Songjiazhuang was sold out.

Soon the price also doubled several times.

As for those who bought the wasteland, they started to build a lot of land.

Houses were built soon, not far from Songjiazhuang.

As a result, it attracted a large number of rich businessmen from Chaoge City who wanted to send their children to Songjiazhuang Private School.

As for the people who bought the house, they all looked happy.

As for those who cannot buy a house, they have to send their children to private schools in other places, and then buy houses near those private schools.

So they came and went, and the business of the school district housing began to boom near Chaoge City.

As the economic and cultural center of the Shang Dynasty, Chaoge City would soon draw jokes from all over the world if there was any disturbance.

As a brand-new thing, the school district room quickly spread in the territory of the Shang Dynasty.

And as a trend, it is likely to intensify.

Just as the school district housing model was spreading to all parts of the Shang Dynasty, the residences of various princes and ministers in Chaoge City were also very busy at the moment.

In the residence of King Wucheng Huang Feihu, in the study of the back house.

Wu Chengwang Huang Feihu is supervising his son Huang Tianhua, studying Confucian classics while sitting in front of the desk.

Huang Tianhua, the eldest son of Prince Wucheng, is naughty and doesn't like reading at all.

But this time out of helplessness, my lord father is really persecuting.

Huang Tianhua had no choice but to pretend in the study, but in his heart he still hated the Confucian classics in front of him.

Huang Feihu understood what his son was thinking, although he knew that his son was just putting on a show in front of him.

But there is no solution for myself.

"You can't put a knife on your son's neck and force him to study Confucian classics!"

Huang Feihu thought so, but looked at his son with a look of helplessness on his face.

At this time, Mrs. Jia walked in with a big belly, followed by an elderly Confucian scholar.

It was Jiang Ziya, the gold medal lecturer of Songjiazhuang Private School.