Chapter 68

"Right now, there's a job for you."

Mr. Wu Yun, projected by Zhang Dongyun, is indifferent.

Xu Xingzhi bowed down and said, "Sir, please speak."

"Teaching." Mr. Wu Yun smiles.

Xu Xingzhi was surprised again.

As far as the former teacher is concerned, he is no more than a teacher in a white school.

There was even a feeling of expectation in his heart.

In Chang'an City, are there any good children who can participate in the study of Confucian classics?

However, being beaten by Mr. Wu Yun just now, Xu Xingzhi is uneasy. He feels that it should be Mr. Wu Yun's test for him now, and it will not be so cheap.

As he guessed in his heart, he replied, "everything is in accordance with your husband's arrangement."

Mr. Wu Yun nodded slightly: "after you have settled down in your residence, go to the Academy in Beicheng and find a person named he, and listen to his arrangement."

"Yes, sir." Xu Xing's deep voice.

This is a mysterious city in the mountains. There is an academy?

No matter what the scale is, the rulers of Chang'an city can have such a heart, which proves that they are really not small.

Xu Xingzhi felt that he had come to the right place.

He obeyed the arrangement, followed others to his place of residence, arranged the shape, and then went out to the North neighborhood of Chang'an city.

Xu Xingzhi is the origin of the Confucianists, and there are many kinds of them.

There were farmers whose faces were flushed by the sun, and the dried mud was still on the cuffs of trousers.

There are old people with grey hair and cloudy eyes.

There are women with cloth clothes, jingchai, and a little cramped.

And so on.

There are children of the right age, but not half of the students are in the classroom.

The content of the lecture of the young man in white was also very simple.

It is more convenient for the illiterate to read than articles.

However, the teachers are attentive and the listeners are also serious.

Xu Xingzhi looked at it quietly and gradually saw the way.

The young man in white is a Confucian practitioner with a high level.

Most of the students in the class don't know half a basket of big words, let alone a basket.

However, the bright heart and embroidered mouth of Confucianism was used in lectures by young people in white, which had a close effect on students in the classroom.

So the class progress and effect, very gratifying.

Xu Xingzhi looked on in the dark, thinking.

I don't know how long later, the class was over, and the people in the room left in twos and threes.

They went back to their homes and were busy with their own affairs.

But everything in class is slowly changing their lives.

In the house, there are still a few people left.

Xu Xingzhi noticed them very early.

Those are some scholars.

However, he failed to set foot on the road of Confucian practice.

Moreover, according to Xu Xing's observation, they should not have the potential to embark on the road of cultivation in the future.

These scholars were in the famine of Longbei County in the past, and their life was hard to sustain. So they fled together with the victims and finally came to Chang'an city.

After entering the city, they returned to their old jobs and enrolled students to teach.

After Zhang Dongyun asked Shen Herong to open Chang'an academy, these people were absorbed.

They also listen to Shen and Rong in class, and then pass on all this to others.

Chang'an academy is not the only one in the city, but a network is formed around the Academy.

In addition, Mr. Wu Yun continuously issued decrees to give preferential treatment to scholars, which made the atmosphere of reading more and more strong in Chang'an city.

When the private school teachers left, Xu Xingzhi paced in slowly.

"Mr. He, Xu Xingzhi came here under orders."

Shen He Rong, who was in the shape of a young man in white, nodded:

"the preparation of Chengnan Branch is about to be completed. You are" Mr. Xie. "

Xu Xingzhi left with some heartbroken thanks.

His eyes were still fixed on the paper and he stumbled so that when he went out, his scarf was crooked.

Shen He Rong, who did not care much about it, frowned slightly and glanced at each other's back unconsciously.

Subconsciously, she wanted to put her hat right for her partner.

But suddenly realized something, finally did not stand up, just a little uncomfortable body movement.

She wanted to open her mouth to remind the other party, but in the end she shut up and held back her stomach with a sigh.

"It's hard for you to bear so hard."

Zhang Dongyun's figure, without any sign, sat in the chair opposite Shen Herong.

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