Farming and reading lady

Chapter 203: The University of Education

The county government's job recruitment notice was posted for three days, but the endless stream of applicants continued for a month. Regardless of whether they were hired by the county government or not, they all flocked to the county lord's city. For no other reason, just to take a look at what the university that claimed to "educate all people" would look like.

The Anxi County Lord welcomes everyone who comes, unless you can't even move things. In the desolate desert, overcrowded with people, in the midst of the bustling work, the magnificent school was completed. It was indeed a university. The two-story building surrounded a new city, connecting the three cities of Guizong, Zhuyu, and Canghai, like another city wall.

The eaves of the building are flying, the windows are bright and clean, and you can see the yellow sand in the distance and the three towering cities nearby. Looking east, the rising sun is purple, and looking west, the setting sun is red. Where else in the world can you find such a scene? The cultivator sighed, is this the place where the gods live? It turns out that my son has such a good fortune. It is really the mercy of heaven, no, it is the mercy of the Lord of Anxi County, who has blessed the northern border.

A feeling of pride rose up again. This is the school they personally participated in building. Are you envious?

While the spontaneous construction workers have not left yet, Anxi County has made full use of its resources and is publishing the enrollment brochure here first.

"In the northern border, any child between six and eighteen years old, regardless of their background, wealth or poverty, as long as they have a desire to learn and are not resigned to fate, can enroll here. The school is divided into four parts: primary, secondary, elementary, and imperial examination. There are also several talent courses such as needlework, cooking, textiles, chess, calligraphy and painting. Students enroll for one year, and after one year they are divided into classes based on their test scores and personal preferences. Each part has a three-year course. If there is no special reason, students are not allowed to drop out. If you drop out without reason, the school will not re-enroll you... The school is on for five days and off for two days. There are half-day holidays in winter, summer and harvest seasons."

As there were too many people, they were divided into several groups, with someone reading from the script for everyone to hear.

"Sir, sir, the tuition is due to the support of your ancestors." The fact that one can enter this school means that their ancestors have given them support. There is no need to worry about the treatment or the stratification and division of subjects. Anyway, they heard but did not understand. What they were most concerned about was the tuition.

"Don't be anxious, everyone. Listen patiently... The county lord sympathizes with the bitter cold in the northern border and has set a salary of two taels of silver per year, including accommodation and food." The voices of the messengers were a little hoarse. They were afraid that the people behind them would not be able to hear clearly if they spoke too softly, so they had to shout loudly. Although they all held a "loudspeaker" given by the county lord in their hands, who knew what the effect would be?

"What? Two rooms and food for a year? Will the county lady lose money?" Don't look down on them because they are poor. Being poor doesn't limit them from listening to everything. The tuition fee of any private school doesn't start at five taels, and accommodation is another price. The environment is incomparable. If you round it up, it should start at at least ten taels. But the county lady only charged two taels?

"Sir, did you forget to read the last ten?" One asked, three followed, and ten or eight shouted loudly. They felt uneasy.

The person who read the enrollment brochure was afraid that he had read it wrong, so he lowered his head and looked carefully. Oh, yes, it was indeed written as two taels. Could it be that the person who wrote it forgot the ten? So they all agreed and quickly reported to the head: "Brothers who wrote the brochure, you forgot a ten."

After a comprehensive review, I reported the matter to the county lord, who replied: Yes, it is two taels of silver per academic year.

Tornadoes blew yellow sand, tears flowed down, knees bent, golden pavement, crying to the heavens and earth, "Oh, God, why didn't they have such a noble man to help them?" And kowtowed to thank the heavens and the earth, saying that his children were lucky to meet a wise man.

This university is so kind to its students that people would sacrifice their lives to get their children in.

After a reluctant look, he hurried home, trying to get his children to come over. If he was late, he would miss out on the chance to have a place, and then regret it. The noisy hive disappeared in an instant, leaving the locals dumbfounded.

The financial staff who were guarding the baskets of silver and preparing to pay the wages after reading the recruitment brochure were panicking. What should they do if no one came to collect the wages? Can they embezzle it? Haha, I'm kidding. Who dares to violate the county lord's rule? Don't you want to live a good life? Just guard it obediently, guard it for a month, woo woo, your face is wrinkled by the wind in the northern border, so, why are you running so fast? Is there a wolf chasing you? No? Oh, so you are afraid that the quota will be snatched away? Well, I understand your feelings, come and share it quickly

Stolen, oh no, come and get your wages. They sit and wait until their buttocks are covered with calluses.

Since the school is recruiting students from all over northern Xinjiang, it is not enough to just read the enrollment brochure. Taking Changying County as the center and radiating out to the surrounding areas, does it skip the state capital? Of course not. Please note that it is for northern Xinjiang. Doesn't the state capital in northern Xinjiang belong to northern Xinjiang? We cannot engage in regional discrimination. It is very important to treat everyone equally. There is solidarity in interests.

The governors had no objection. If the county lord did not do well, it was the county lord's fault. If the county lord did well, they could share some of the credit. Why not? The promotion of the enrollment brochure was very smooth. Every corner was notified. It was easy for a golden phoenix to emerge in a remote area. We couldn't miss it. The enrollment was also very smooth. One person told ten people, ten told a hundred, and a hundred told thousands. Those who were over the age limit lamented that they had a bad fate, while those who were under the age limit were eager to try. Who wouldn't grow up?

Finally, the county lady said that it was okay for those who didn’t have the opportunity to come, and that those who were studying at home could go back and teach, which was called mutual learning. Everyone was happy.

The College of Teaching All Kinds of People, well, because the school building is too large, it is no longer enough to be called a school, and now it is called a college. The construction started on the fifth day of March, the top was completed in mid-June, and the enrollment brochure was officially issued to the whole northern border at the end of July. In mid-August, all the teachers of the college were in place, from all corners of the country, from all walks of life. The Anxi County Lord selected talents in an unconventional way. As long as there is still a conscience, and he does not do anything that harms the world, and he is a top-notch person, he can be a teacher. As for whether the identity is fake, with the help of the thirteen families, are you afraid that you can't find out the matter of the business? It's short-sighted.

At the same time, students arrived at the school one after another, paid fees, arranged for accommodation, and registered for classes. The one-stop service was in place, and there were no blunders. The students were very satisfied, and the parents were very relieved. On August 27, the opening ceremony of the school was held. General Yang, the first boss of the Northern Frontier, the famous Duke Zhenguo, and the first person in charge of the college, Anxi County Princess, cut the ribbon together. Merchants from Zhuyu City actively participated, and the workers in Guizong City came out to gain experience. Employees from Canghai City also came to join in the fun. Countless people came uninvited from all directions, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively, even more lively than the New Year. Ning Anwei was under increased pressure and was fully alert to maintain public order.

The governor of the prefecture and county said: "We are all small shrimps. If we had known earlier, we would have flattered the county lady and shown our faces on stage. Alas, who told them to be too reserved?" The fact is that they thought too highly of themselves and thought that the small county lady could not cause a big storm. In the end, they were slapped in the face a hundred times.

A skilled painter reported this marvelous sight back to the capital, causing another uproar. However, whoever wanted to intervene was free to do so; Princess Anxi had no time to deal with it anyway.

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