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"Is this a farm tool?" Mr. Yu took the blueprint and looked at it carefully again, his eyes full of amazement. He looked up at Xie Wanxing and asked, "Axing, how did you come up with this?"

Xie Wanxing said, "Actually, it was last year when my uncle and I were harvesting together. I saw the sun was so bright, and my uncle and his family were bent over in the fields, cutting the wheat one by one, sweating profusely. I felt that they were working very hard."

She went on to say, "I was sitting there drawing and thinking, how great it would be if I could drive the oxen all the way over to harvest all the wheat. That way, my uncle and his family wouldn't have to work so hard, and efficiency would be much higher. Later, I looked through some books and thought about this idea and turned it into a blueprint."

"Oh? There are books like this? It seems I'm ignorant. You have quite a few strange and bizarre books at home." Mr. Zhao asked Xie Songlin again, "Songlin, are you planning to open a bookstore?"

"Yes." Xie Songlin paused for a moment, then glanced at Xie Wanxing, who winked at him, and continued, "I had this idea a while ago. I have quite a few books at home, all of which are rare and precious. I thought it would be a good thing if such good books could be sorted out so that more people could read them."

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly, his eyes showing approval. "That's a good idea. In today's world, although there are many people who read, not many people can actually read good books. If you open a bookstore, it will be a great contribution to cultural heritage."

Xie Songlin said, "By the way, Mr. Zhao, I have something to ask of you."

"Tell me about it." Old Zhao picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Mr. Yu will take Ah Xing and Lan'er to Kyoto to study, so there will be no teachers in the village ancestral hall." Xie Songlin said sincerely, "I have discussed with our village head, Uncle Lin, about expanding the ancestral hall and officially opening a village school. Although the villagers are not from the same clan, we are all in the same village now, so naturally we are all one family."

"I want to let the children learn some knowledge, even if it's just a skill. I don't want them to be ignorant all their lives. I want to give them a chance to choose their own lives." Xie Songlin smiled embarrassedly. "Of course, I also have my own selfish motives. My business will expand in the future, and naturally I need manpower. If the children in the village learn, they can come and help me. Naturally, I trust the villagers more than outsiders."

"Your idea is certainly a good one, and the people in Shuwei Village are all good too." Old Zhao nodded, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes. He gently put down his teacup and looked at Xie Songlin, "You want me to help you find a teacher?"

Xie Songlin nodded quickly and said, "Mr. Zhao, you have a wide network of contacts and a wealth of knowledge. You must know many learned people. Could you please help us keep an eye out for a few gentlemen of good character to come to the village? I will definitely treat them well with the salary and treatment they deserve."

Mr. Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "Songlin, it's not difficult to find a teacher. I can help you solve this problem."

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Zhao." Xie Songlin immediately stood up, his gratitude overflowing with words. He bowed respectfully before sitting down again and continued, "I not only need teachers, but also those who specialize in arithmetic and painting... I also need to find some craftsmen with other skills, such as carpenters, blacksmiths, and weavers. I need masters to teach the children."

Mr. Zhao was stunned, his face full of surprise, and he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to open?"

Xie Songlin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with determination and hope. He said, "Mr. Zhao, as the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. Some children aren't suited to studying or taking exams, but they are gifted in other areas. Some are sensitive to numbers and have a talent for arithmetic, while others are dexterous and suited to learning various crafts. I want to find the right direction for them, so that each child can develop their strengths and acquire a skill that will allow them to settle down in the future."

Elder Zhao frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Songlin, your idea is quite novel. However, it would require a lot of people and involve a wide range of aspects. I'm afraid it won't be easy to implement."

Xie Songlin straightened his back slightly and spoke earnestly, "Of course. This isn't just a whim. I've been thinking about it day and night for a while now, and I've considered every aspect. As long as the children in our village are willing to study hard in this village school, whether they advance academically or acquire a skill, I can provide them with a platform to showcase their talents, ensuring a secure future and allowing them to worry about their livelihoods."

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something, turned sideways and waved at Xie Wanxing, saying in a light tone, "Axing, go get it. I stumbled upon a book a while ago, and I'd like to ask you two elders to take a look at it."

Xie Wanxing nodded in understanding, ran to the carriage parked at the backyard door, pretended to search for a while, but actually quietly took out a book from the space.

She brought the book back to the private room. Mr. Yu took the book with some curiosity, but as soon as he opened it, his brows frowned slightly.

The pages were covered in strange symbols, completely different from the characters he was familiar with. His gaze lingered on them for a long time, his face filled with confusion. After a while, he looked up at Xie Wanxing and asked with a hint of surprise, "What kind of book is this? I don't understand most of the words on it."

As he spoke, he carefully examined the pages again and said to Xie Wanxing, "But why does this handwriting look so much like yours, Ah Xing?"

"Teacher, I copied this book. The symbols you mentioned are difficult to understand. These are called Arabic numerals," Xie Wanxing explained. "Dad bought a lot of books a while ago, and I flipped through some of them when I had some free time. At first, I just thought the numbers in this book were written differently from our usual numbers, which was very interesting. But after studying it carefully, I found it very useful, so I copied some of the content."

"What's the use?"

Xie Wanxing blinked his big eyes: "Teacher, don't you think this number is very simple?"

"Oh? Simple?" As if a key word had been triggered, Mr. Zhao's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly widened, a glint of curiosity and anticipation flashing across them. He reached out and took the book, his movements slightly anxious, and said, "Let me take a look."