Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian and Zhang Xinghai chatted more and more happily, and Zhang Xinghai even burst into laughter, forgetting that he was on the run for his life.

He discussed education with Zheng Qian, and he said that he didn't learn any useful knowledge when he was a child because his family was poor and couldn't afford to go to a private school.

"If you can't afford a private school, go to a public school?"

"Public school? What is a public school?"

"Gong means the state, and Shu means school. You can understand it as a school run by the state, so that all children can read and write and change their fate of only knowing how to farm and herd sheep."

“If one person teaches seven, how can the country afford to hire so many people? And the teachers are reluctant to teach them their real skills.”

Zhang Xinghai immediately refuted Zheng Qian's statement, explaining that Wuyang Kingdom only had private schools, and a teacher could only teach a maximum of seven students. This was the fundamental reason why tuition was expensive and ordinary people could not afford to study.

The schoolteacher only teaches a few books for the exams; the rest of the knowledge is a family heirloom passed down only to sons, so it's impossible for daughters to learn it. As a result, Wuyan Kingdom is declining more and more.

"Are you stupid? The books students use can be compiled by the state into standardized textbooks. Students can learn knowledge of varying difficulty from elementary school to university, without needing the family-inherited skills of teachers. With standardized textbooks, teachers can naturally teach in a standardized manner, without having to teach one or two students individually. As long as the buildings are built into large classrooms, dozens of students can attend classes together, greatly reducing the number of teachers."

"Seconds, seconds!"

Zhang Xinghai was so happy that he slapped his thigh. Unified teaching materials and unified teaching methods—what an advanced and noble educational concept!

If the venue hadn't been unsuitable, Zhang Xinghai would have wanted to kneel down and thank Zheng Qian, whose teaching philosophy would have promoted the development of education in Wuyang and improved the overall quality of education in the country.

Others can't do it, but he can. He's the prime minister's brother-in-law and the son of the Grand Marshal of the State.

"Chairman Zhang, it's been a long time."

Just then, a fawning voice interrupted their conversation.

Magistrate He looked at Zhang Xinghai with his wise eyes, cupped his hands in greeting, and was followed by hundreds of soldiers and six luxurious carriages.

"What are you talking about? You're interrupting my conversation with Zheng Qian. Get lost."

Zhang Xinghai was furious. "Didn't you see that Zheng Qian and I were having a great chat?"

He has no sense of judgment what kind of county magistrate he is.

"Yes Yes Yes."

He Zuowen looked embarrassed. He couldn't understand how the two people who were fighting to the death yesterday could make up today.

A dramatic scene unfolded at the East Gate: Zheng Qian and the fugitive Zhang Xinghai were chatting in front, while the county magistrate and his soldiers escorted them from behind.

Outside the city gate, Zheng Qian bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Even after a thousand miles of travel, we must part ways. Chairman Zhang, I'll see you off here. Take care."

"We're having such a pleasant conversation, why don't you walk me a little further and say a few more words?"

Zhang Xinghai really hadn't had enough of talking; he wanted to chat with Zheng Qian for three days and three nights.

Zheng Qian's ideas were so novel and ahead of their time.

After walking another two miles, Zheng Qian's mouth was dry from talking, and he really had no desire to chat anymore.

"President Zhang, farewell, and best wishes for a safe journey."

"No, brother, no, Dad, you're my dad, please, just walk me a little further and let's have a proper talk about education."

"If you call me father, I'm going to draw my sword and duel you."

"I won't call you that anymore, I won't call you that anymore. I'll call you big brother, okay?"

Zhang Xinghai was practically begging Zheng Qian on his knees. He felt like he had finally found the path he had been searching for, and he didn't want it to break down here.

"I'm thirsty, I'm hungry, I need to go back and eat."

Zheng Qianzhen really didn't want to see him off anymore. He hadn't expected Zhang Xinghai to be not only mentally ill but also a chatterbox.

Oh my god, please help me.

Thirsty? Hungry? That's easy.

He waved to He Zuowen behind him, and He Zuowen ran over with cheerful steps.

"Chairman Zhang, I have prepared a six-ounce carriage to wish you good fortune now, good fortune in the future, and all the best."

"Alright, prepare some water and food. My older brother is hungry, let's eat here."

He Zuowen looked at Zheng Qian, his lips twitching involuntarily. You're actually Zhang Xinghai's older brother.

Well, kid, it turns out you're the best one.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and go."

He Zuowen was scolded by Zhang Xinghai and dared not say a word. He ran off with cheerful little steps to prepare lunch.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a county magistrate; in less than twenty minutes, thirty-six dishes were laid out on the carpet, and ten courtesans were ready to play instruments and sing at any time.

"Get out of here 300 meters away! Anyone who interrupts my conversation with my brother, I'll chop off their head."

Upon hearing that he was not allowed to sit at the table, He Zuowen immediately began giving instructions.

"Retreat, everyone retreat! Twenty of you guard the east, twenty of you guard the south, twenty of you guard the north, and twenty of you guard the west. Also, you go and block the road. Don't let anyone get close."

Soon, only Zheng Qian and Zhang Xinghai were eating within 300 meters.

"Brother, how exactly should differentiated instruction be implemented?"

"Teaching materials should progress from simple to complex and from easy to difficult. The younger the child, the weaker their thinking ability. Only after learning simple knowledge can they continue to learn more difficult knowledge in a step-by-step manner."

"Then how should you divide the teaching into segments?"

"For example, children aged three to six are divided into preschool, children aged seven to twelve are divided into primary school, children aged thirteen to fifteen are divided into middle school, children aged fifteen to seventeen are divided into higher school, children aged seventeen to twenty-one are divided into university, and then they are divided into research school."

Zhang Xinghai's pen was smoking from writing so much that he wrote down every single word Zheng Qian said on the paper.

"So you're teaching literacy and martial arts, right?"

Zheng Qian looked at Zhang Xinghai as if he were an idiot. Zhang Xinghai chuckled foolishly and could only helplessly look at the table.

Following Zheng Qian's gaze, Zhang Xinghai saw that Zheng Qian's eyes were fixed on the chicken's rear end, and hurriedly reached out to pick up the chicken's rear end and give it to Zheng Qian.

"It was my fault for being ignorant, brother. Eat, and we can continue talking."

He Zuowen watched Zheng Qian and Zhang Xinghai quietly from a distance; no one knew what he was thinking.

His face was so calm, and his eyes were unfathomable.

From the start of the meal until now, it has been Zhang Xinghai who has been pouring water and serving food, which is very unusual.

It seems that Zhang Xinghai's mental illness has lasted for quite a long time this time.

At the dinner table, Zhang Xinghai had already written tens of thousands of words. His hands were so sore that he could barely lift them, but he was still writing.

"Brother, I'm really good at math. I want to have a competition with you. You can give me the questions."

Zhang Xinghai was unconvinced, but Zheng Qian said that he could calculate the addition of multiple numbers in a clever way, and he had to compare them.

"Okay, let's add ninety-nine eighty-eights together and see who's faster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xinghai began to add strokes, and Zheng Qian gave the answer after he had only drawn one horizontal line.

"Eight thousand seven hundred and twelve."

Zhang Xinghai looked up in astonishment, and continued calculating with a defiant expression. Two hours later, he woke up the sleeping Zheng Qian, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"You must have calculated it beforehand. You're cheating. Unless I give you the questions and you calculate them."

"Okay, you pay."

What is the sum of 182 sixty-sixes?

"Twelve thousand and twelve."

Zheng Qian answered instantly.

With a thud, the pen fell to the ground, and Zhang Xinghai stared at Zheng Qian in disbelief.

A prodigy, a prodigy who is definitely a god reincarnated.

He and thirty-eight other geniuses spent a whole day and calculated eighteen times to arrive at the correct answer, but Zheng Qian was able to calculate it ingeniously.

What else could this be but a monster?

"Brother, are you a reincarnation of a fortune teller?"

"Shut up, you can figure it out with multiplication tables, it's very simple."

It's simple. What thirty-nine geniuses of ours could accomplish in a day is actually very simple for you.

Shaking his head, Zhang Xinghai cleared his mind and grasped the key point Zheng Qian had made.

Multiplication tables.

He immediately asked, "Brother, what are multiplication tables?"

"One times one equals one, one times two equals two, two times two equals four, this is the multiplication table."

Zhang Xinghai picked up his pen to take notes, but Zheng Qian snatched it away.

"President Zhang, let's call it a day after we finish writing the multiplication tables. I really need to go back to sleep."

Looking at the moon in the sky and the eighteen lamps beside him that had been refilled five times, Zhang Xinghai scratched his head sheepishly.

The two of them chatted from morning till late at night, and had already eaten midnight snacks twice.

"Okay, I'll listen to my older brother."

After quickly finishing writing down the multiplication tables, Zheng Qian couldn't help but yawn; he didn't have the habit of staying up late.

"Chairman Zhang, education is the foundation of a nation. The development of Wuyan Kingdom depends on insightful people like you."

"Brother, you are the wise one. Wuyan Kingdom is currently in constant war. How can we save the country?"

"If military generals are not afraid of death, civil officials are not greedy for money, and the people are united as one, how can we worry about the country not being strong and the people not being rich?"

"Big brother, that..."

Zheng Qian reached out his hand to tell Zhang Xinghai to shut up, and waved it away.

"If you have any questions, read '100,000 Whys'. Goodbye."

Watching Zheng Qian's retreating figure, Zhang Xinghai shouted, "Brother, I live at No. 81 Wutong Street, Yancheng. If you come to Yancheng, you must look for me!"

With a wave of his hand behind his back, Zheng Qian mounted the horse prepared by Zhang Xinghai's men and disappeared into the night.

Zhang Xinghai also got into the carriage, and He Zuowen hurriedly ran over to say goodbye.

"President Zhang, you..."

"Stop talking nonsense. If my brother loses even a single hair, you can go to Yancheng with your head on your hands."