There were a few books on the table. Zheng Wengong's Stele, Zhang Menglong's Ode Stele, Yuan Huai's Epitaph, Yuan Ni's Epitaph, Yuan Lue's Epitaph, and Gao Zhan's Epitaph. Murong Yao put down his brush and heaved a sigh of relief. He practiced the ancient Wei stele style. It was said that the brush writing was like the willow bones and muscles. The Wei stele was not even the four regular script. However, Murong Yao did not understand why the old man insisted on his predecessor to practice this kind of book when he was young. According to his previous life, At that time, he didn't understand it, but his father didn't explain it either. The father and son adhered to the principle of 'you muddle, teach me muddle'. To be honest, the Wei Monument was not ugly. It was simple, vigorous, and majestic. It was just that there were not many people who practiced it. Now Murong Yao could vaguely guess the reason why his father asked his predecessor to practice the Wei Stele. When he was young, he grew up too quickly and smoothly. It was inevitable that he would be arrogant and domineering when he was young. As for the Wei Monument's calligraphy, it was simple and unadorned, but it was sharp and restrained. Often writing on the Wei Monument could help one cultivate one's character and become mature at a young age. Thinking of this, Murong Yao could not help but admire his father's foresight. Yesterday, the old man came to check on his calligraphy. Murong Yao was very nervous. His predecessor had been practicing calligraphy for eight years now, but he had only been practicing for less than three years. Calligraphy could not be obtained by any tricks. It was just like how old wine had to be aged when stored in a cellar.
The old man looked at it for a long time and gave an evaluation."No improvement!"
Although there was a hint of criticism in his tone, Murong Yao was overjoyed. He was even happier than getting full marks and casually said,""I was so nervous about my studies that I neglected my calligraphy!”
The old man's evaluation indicated that Murong Yao had passed the last obstacle in his journey to this world. As for the complicated interpersonal relationships in the village, the most important and crucial figures had been met without any flaws so far. The rest would be taken slowly.
Murong Yao had a few plans in his mind regarding how to deal with these problems. The simplest case was amnesia, but that would have major aftereffects. To put it nicely, amnesia meant that one had forgotten everything in front of them. To put it bluntly, it meant that one had become stupid, which was to cripple oneself. Murong Yao came from the later generations. He knew the basic direction of history. Since he had come to this world, he had to do something. If he could not change history, he would change his surroundings and let the people around him suffer less. Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Murong Yao did not want to play with himself until he was crippled. He also did not want to live his life muddle-headedly.
After completing the daily calligraphy practice, Murong Yao's thoughts started to spread. He had been back for a few days and it was already the end of September. Qingyang was very closed off from the outside world and he could not get any news. He did not know how the battle in Shanghai was going. It was certain that they would lose. The lives of the people in the county were still leisurely and peaceful, thinking that the war was far away from them. Murong Yao felt that the profession that his father had chosen for him was very suitable. It was said that it was not too late for a talented person to rebel. In the chaotic times, this profession was very suitable for him. Very few people would doubt that a teacher had anything to do with fighting and killing!
Qingyang County High School was located in the southwest of the county. When he followed Murong Qingshan into the school, Murong Yao was a little dazed. This was the high school that his predecessor had attended. The old principal was very happy to see the father and son. He was the one who made the decision to let Murong Yao enter middle school and push him into the second grade. The old principal smiled happily when he saw Murong Yao. This proud student of the past had already returned from his studies. Yesterday, Murong Qingshan came to look for him to talk about Murong Yao. The old principal could not close his mouth and agreed,"Welcome, welcome! It's an honor for such a talented student to come to my place!”Then, Murong Qingshan mentioned his son's worries. The old principal said,""It's fine. The school is seriously lacking science teachers. They're all talking nonsense, making the school lifeless. The Japanese had already invaded, yet they still had to talk about Confucius, Mencius, propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame. I really can't stand it either. As long as it's a science subject, I'll arrange for it to be taught!”
When he saw Murong Yao, the old principal was filled with emotions. This child who was younger than his grandson had actually graduated from a famous university. When he asked what class he wanted to teach? Murong Yao thought for a while and asked,"What kind of teachers are we lacking the most now?"”
The old principal said," Geography. There's no geography teacher in the school now. The entire school's geography class has been suspended.”Murong Yao said,"Alright, then I'll teach geography."”"Do the students have textbooks?”
"No, I haven't."
"It's not a big problem!"
"School has already started for a month. When can you come?”
"Anytime!"
"Aren't you going to prepare for class?"
"Since we don't have textbooks, we'll use the method without textbooks. Does the school have an auditorium?”
"There is a small auditorium that can seat about 250 people.”
"How many students are going to have geography lessons now?”
"A little over 400 is all for high school. I gave up on my third year of high school and only went for my first and second years of high school!”
"Then I'll be teaching in the Great Hall, split into two groups.”
"Alright, alright, alright! That's great. Can we do it tomorrow?"
"The day after tomorrow, you still have to prepare for the class. Prepare a big blackboard for me. Also, inform the students who are going to class to bring their pens and notebooks. I have to take notes in class, so the school doesn't need to prepare textbooks.”
The old principal was excited." Okay, okay. I'll come to attend the class at 9 am the day after tomorrow. I'll ask the teachers who don't have classes to come over and help you suppress the situation so that you don't have to worry!”
Murong Yao smiled." I did it on purpose. I gave my father a difficult problem to make him worry. I won't let you down. It's enough to arrange one lesson for the geography students every week. Then, I will only have two big lessons every week. Try to arrange it for me in one day. Of course, it's up to you."”
At this moment, Murong Yao saw a middle-aged female teacher enter the principal's office. Murong Yao stood up and bowed respectfully."Hello, teacher!"
The female teacher looked at it for a while and called out,"It's Murong Yao. He's so tall that I can't recognize him.”
Murong Yao was shocked. Who was this? He was so familiar with me. I was really careless just now.
Of course, the old principal didn't know the inside story. He said casually,"Teacher Tan was your form teacher back then? It's only right to respect your teacher!"
Ms. Tan was Murong Yao's form teacher back then. She had followed him from the second year of high school until he graduated from high school. Ms. Tan was considered Murong Yao's first form teacher in his life.
Back then, Murong Yao was considered a celebrity in school. Whenever he saw Mr. Tan, he would recall the scenes from back then. Back then, Teacher Tan had always taken good care of him. Of course, this included his daily life. Because the youngest student in the class was more than ten years older than Murong Yao, this little kid had always been the first in the class. Moreover, he was smart and obedient. Teacher Tan liked him very much. Moreover, he had never seen the older children in the class bully him. Later on, he found out that he had dealt with everyone who bullied him.
"You must have graduated. Why did you want to come to your alma mater?”
"Teacher, I'm going to be a teacher at my alma mater.”
"Really? Good, good. The school is too short of teachers. You came at the right time!”
Actually, Murong Yao was able to get into Nanjing National University not entirely because of the education he received in middle school. Back then, he was also missing a few classes in middle school. Murong Yao also relied on himself to make up for it after school.
On the way back, Murong Qingshan asked his son,""Why did you choose geography?"
"Didn't the old headmaster say that the school was gloomy?" " Then I'll be a catfish to stir him up. The geography class is a very distributed course. It can combine history, economics, politics, and current affairs. If the anti-Japanese war breaks out in an all-round way, it won't just be your generation and our generation, but the future generations. Everyone will have to be prepared not to be slaves of a subjugated country. Then my thoughts and actions will have practical significance. I want to give these students some enlightenment!”
"Dad, are you hiding something from us? I always feel that you elders are a little too concerned about current politics!”
Murong Qing Shan's heart skipped a beat. This son of a devil,""No, definitely not!"
Murong Yao didn't continue asking,""By the way, who is the Uncle Zhai that Uncle Niu mentioned that day?”
"Uncle Zhai lives in the mountains more than 40 miles south of Qingyang. The village is called Huitouping. He is a friend of your Uncle Niu. He came to Qingyang about five years ago and has also been to Sanjia Village. At that time, you were studying in middle school. It was your Uncle Niu who arranged for you to live in Huitouping. Uncle Zhai is also a good man.”
When Murong Yao returned to Three Family Village, it was already afternoon. Unexpectedly, someone was waiting for him at home. It was Wei Wuji and his sister who came. Murong Yao ignored Wei Wuji and said to the little girl,""Sister Wei, you've become more and more beautiful after three years.”Wei Wuji's younger sister was called Wei Fujing. She was 12 years old this year. The twelve-year-old girl was already filled with fantasies. When she saw someone, her face immediately turned red. Murong Yao felt that he could not joke around anymore and immediately said,"Since you're here, I'll give you a small thing. I don't dare to give it to your brother for fear that he'll be greedy.”With that, she turned around and entered the room.
Wei Wuji suddenly felt his eyelids twitch. This guy wouldn't want to harm my sister, right? Then, he was calm again. With his treasure chest-like bag, he was simply spreading dog food everywhere. After that, Murong Yao came out with a string of things in his hand. It was a small bracelet that was connected by small seashells. It was exquisite and beautiful, but not expensive. It showed Murong Yao's intentions as a person, and Wei Wuji relaxed.
"Thank you, Big Brother Murong!" The little girl had a sweet mouth.
"Wait for a while, right?"
"Not long!"
"What's the matter?"
"I want to invite you to Wuhu in two days to visit Uncle Zhao and the others!”
"Let's get down to business!" Murong Yao looked at Wei Wuji's smiling face.
"I know I can't lie to you. The trading company wants to develop and needs to choose a group of branch shopkeepers. The old man handed this matter to me. You're more knowledgeable, so I want you to help me go to Wuhu to check!”
"Uncle Wei and the others aren't going?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll go, maybe I won't, but I'm the one who invited you. Of course, if Niu Zheng is free, you can invite him along.”
"Alright, but I have to go to middle school for classes the day after tomorrow. One day a week. When I go, let's go at the same time so that we don't bump into each other!”
"Alright, but isn't it a little overkill for you to be a teacher? I don't care, do whatever you want! Oh, there's one more thing I don't understand. Do you remember that day at Niu Zheng's house? Looking at the three adults 'serious expressions, I keep feeling a little strange. They seem to be hiding something from us. I'm involved in the business. Actually, our business makes a lot of profit every year. Although the villagers 'livelihood is greatly supplemented, it's still a drop in the ocean. The three of them were all Muramasa and would not be greedy, so this money must be for something big. They always felt that they had known that the Japanese would attack many years ago.”
Wei Wuji was a person who liked to use his brain. Otherwise, he would not be so shrewd in business."Also, the village militia seems to be training very hard. They were training as if they were an army. Uncle Qingshan was just a clerk in the county government, but there was actually no need for that. They seemed to be paying attention to every move of the government!”
Murong Yao could not help but admire Wei Wuji's sense of smell and said,""I think so too. I asked my father on the way here this afternoon, but he refused to admit it. However, his words sounded like he was trying to get away with it! However, this is definitely not a bad thing. We will know when it's time.”
"That's the only way!"
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