Chapter 593

There are only 39 places left, but there are at least 100 people in the lobby.

As soon as the rest of these people heard the news, they took out their money and rushed to song Xijiao to sign up.

Too few places, too many people.

Twenty dollars is not too little or too much. Everyone can take it out. No matter what, we should pay the money first and take up the quota.

I really can't. If I regret it, I can ask song Xijiao to refund the money.

After all, Meng Xinghe is behind song Xijiao. The monk can't run away from the temple.

Song Xijiao was surprised to see these people swarming towards her. She was surrounded by these people. She turned around neatly and jumped onto the stairs. Then she raised her hand to block the scholar's road that wanted to rush to the stairs.

"Hold on! You are not allowed to come up. Listen to me. I'll give you each a piece of paper later. You should write down on the paper how you plan to teach your students when you become a student. I will select according to what you write. After all, my purpose of training you is to be able to hire you to be teachers of my school in the future, not to cultivate countless Zhang Heng

With that, she clapped her hands and asked Qingfeng to distribute them with a stack of paper.

Let them squat at the door, or lean against the wall, or lie on the table, write their own opinions and ideas at will.

After they got the bamboo paper, they did not start to write. They played with the bamboo paper for a long time.

At this time, bamboo paper was still a rare thing in xianmingguan, and few people had seen it. Song Xijiao had never promoted it because there were few people who read and read in xianmingguan. Therefore, these scholars saw bamboo paper for the first time.

"What is this, so frivolous."

"This thing can write?"

"Miss Song, can I put it away and take it home and write with the bamboo roll I carry with me?"

After some discussion, they finally gradually quieted down, found their own place, and began to write down their own views and feelings.

It doesn't matter if only one or two people write down.

But now, in this teahouse, there are almost all the literati in xianmingguan. They write things together. It's inevitable that they will be divided into two groups.

If you win, it's not worth bragging about, but if you lose, you'll lose.

Therefore, at first, they were very casual and did not care much. When they wrote, they showed a serious and serious look. They racked their brains. When they were stained with ink, they looked at me and I looked at you, trying to know what others were writing.

Song Xijiao went to the second floor, looked at Ling Ziqing and asked, "how about, is there any apprentice you like at a glance?"

Ling Ziqing's eyes were light and shook his head: "nothing."

"None?"

Song Xijiao could not help feeling disappointed.

In Xianming pass, everyone with some knowledge left here and went to seek Bole in an important southern town, leaving behind either half a bucket of water or some common people who were empty in their belly but liked to chew words.

It's really hard to find a few good ones.

However, there are more than 100 people here. Even if the dwarf is the tallest, he should pick out a few who are eye-catching.

It seems that Ling Ziqing's requirements are not generally high, and to such a place is still unwilling to lower their own standards, there is no way, song Xijiao can only rely on their own vision to find.

Taking advantage of their spare time to write seriously, song Xijiao's eyes would wander among these people one by one.

First of all, if you don't have clean clothes, you can't have them.

Gentlemen love clean, they can be poor, can wear rags, but can not wear dirty. And now it's spring, the water is no longer so cold, nothing to bathe and wash, clean up their own, it is not difficult.

Secondly, writing posture is not correct, can not be.

It can be understood that they have been neglected in teaching since childhood, but their attitude must be correct. How can those who are not serious about reading and writing and do not take it seriously should teach others?

Finally, peeping at other people's, you can't take it.

This is the question of character.

As a teacher, the first thing a professor gives others is his character and habits. If he has problems with his own character, he can't set an example for those children. This is what song Xijiao values most.

In the end, song Xijiao focused on six or seven of these people. These six or seven people were ordinary in appearance and dressed in ordinary clothes, but their eyes were firm, their bodies were upright, their bodies were clean and their hair was neatly combed.

Such a person is the teacher she is looking for!

"Good, time is up!"

Qingfeng carried a gong, clang, and then asked the waiter in the teahouse to collect more than 100 pieces of bamboo paper.

Song Xijiao went downstairs in person and handed over the examination papers of the six or seven people he had already selected to Ling Ziqing.

Ling Ziqing took over the pieces of bamboo paper and nodded slightly: "Xijiao, you have a good eye. These people, not to mention the talent and learning, the words written in these people, already can be seen. As for the content, it is not satisfactory. "Hearing this, song Xijiao said happily: "then we will focus on training them as the first batch of teachers of xianmingguan school."

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In the afternoon, the teahouse began the renovation.

The first floor is the place for ordinary apprentices to attend classes, and the second floor is the place for six students jointly selected by song Xijiao and Ling Ziqing.

In the morning, Ling Ziqing came to teach, talking about reading and writing.

In the afternoon, song Xijiao came to lecture on astronomy, geography and mathematics.

When these scholars paid the money and left the teahouse, those who were not selected ridiculed them: "you are stupid, you really paid the little girl twenty dollars to teach you! What does she know? "

Those scholars also kept beating drums in their hearts, but when their heads were hot, the money had already been paid. It was too late to regret at this time, so they could only be brave enough to say.

"What do you know! Twenty dollars to manage food and drink, it's like spending money to hire a woman to cook for us. Besides, if you don't talk about the little girl, it's worth listening to Ling's words! "

"Yes, that word, I can learn one tenth of the degree, also can find a job in Yingzhou, do not have to stay in Xianming pass."

"Do you despise Miss Song? They are general Meng's men! Sooner or later, people will go back to the capital. If they like us, they will take me to the capital. Hum, it will be too late for you to envy me! "

When song Xijiao walked out of the teahouse, she was hearing them say these words.

She stopped, turned to them, and said in a clear voice.

"I will not go to the capital with mengxinghe. I will not leave xianmingguan before defeating Fusu and thoroughly developing xianmingguan, so you don't have to make these unnecessary assumptions."

Seeing these scholars show a look of disappointment, her eyes light a turn, negative hand, confident way.

"But it's good to follow me. Because one month later, if you pass the examination, you will have a job with good salary. I promise you will do more than you do now! What's more, what you have done is a great achievement for generations. If you are lucky, just like the name on the stone tablet beside the windmill, you will live forever forever

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