At dawn, the young man shook his slightly aching head and slowly got up. The clock was still early, so he was not in a hurry.
Yan Zhiguo yawned and got out of bed. He washed up and packed up before leaving with his lackeys.
The Militia Military School in the city had been waiting for the arrival for a long time. The wounds on his face were still there, and Bao Feiyu felt extremely aggrieved.
Yesterday afternoon, Bao Feiyu, who had been beaten up for most of the day, did not care about his injuries. He bandaged his wounds slightly and hurriedly informed the students. Fortunately, all of them were gathered.
Bao Feiyu arrived half an hour earlier than the original time. He was probably afraid of being beaten up and did not dare to act rashly.
Fortunately, the young man was still punctual. He arrived at the academy ten minutes before ten o'clock. Bao Feiyu hurriedly went up and bowed.
"Young Marshal, all the students have arrived."
The militia military academy in the city was neither too big nor too small. It could only be considered average.
The so-called compulsory education of the marshal was actually just a superficial act. Even if he was serious about it, it was just to train a group of soldiers who could go to the battlefield.
Therefore, the hundreds of children present were of different ages and came from different families. The only thing that matched them was that they had never attended cultural classes.
Bao Feiyu looked at the students obsequiously and taught the children to call out to them.
"This person in front of us is our Young Marshal, quickly greet him!”
"Hello, Young Marshal!"
The student shouted timidly. Yan Zhiguo waved his hand disapprovingly and looked at the child with a much gentler gaze.
Other than one or two weak answers, most people did not speak. It was reasonable and unexpected.
The young commander sighed and called his subordinates to take out the books from the car and distribute them to the students.
The book was bound with words and a large number of illustrations. After the children received the books, the young man spoke again,
"Take these books back if you can read. If you can't read, there are illustrations. Go home and think about my question. If you want to read and write, I hope you can come back again in the future."
Yan Zhiguo sighed and turned to look at Bao Feiyu with an unfriendly expression.
"Where is your Ministry of Education? Bring me there!"
It wasn't that there weren't any schools in the Western City, but most of them weren't places where ordinary people could spend their money. In this era, knowledge had to be bought with money.
In addition, the times were different, and no one thought that studying had a future. They would rather send their children to join the army than waste their hard-earned money on meaningless books.
The difficulty of implementing compulsory education was not entirely due to corrupt officials. Yan Zhiguo felt that the responsibility was heavier than the mountain.
After the implementation of the six policies, in the beginning, the West City had a Ministry of Education. For example, in Taiyuan City, the other four regions also had a Ministry of Education.
Even someone like Yan Zhiguo, who was from the later generations, was shocked when he first heard about this.
Yan Zhiguo's feet were on the table, and he was carefully flipping through a stack of files in front of him. Behind him stood Bao and Huang, who were kneeling and bowing, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The young marshal said as he watched. Huang Xie replied,
"Minister Huang, how many schools are there in the city?”
"Young Marshal, there are eight on record."
It was recorded, which meant that it was only newly built after the Sixth Bureau.
Yan Zhiguo rubbed his forehead and continued,
"I don't care how much money you've taken all these years. Now that I'm under orders to carry out compulsory education, you'll have to pay for the construction of the school."
Huang Xie knew that something was wrong and asked cautiously,
"Dare I ask, Young Marshal, what do you mean?”
As soon as Yan Zhiguo finished speaking, Huang and Bao were shocked. Their bodies trembled.
"Young Marshal, isn't two million too much?”
The young marshal's lips curled into a smile. He put down the dossier in his hand and stood up.
Bao Feiyu was complaining in his heart. He wanted to remind the minister beside him, but Huang Xie still did not realize the seriousness of the matter. He said excitedly,
"Uh, Major, I think it's still a little too much, can you?"
"Bang!"
Bao Feiyu's body trembled violently. Huang Xie, who had been standing beside him just now, was sent flying by the young man's kick.
"You're bargaining with me! Embezzlement! Who could those poor children tell? You're mute!"
"Principal Bao, do you have any objections?"
Bao Feiyu had an opinion, a big opinion, but he didn't dare to say it. His head was shaking like a rattle-drum.
"Young Marshal, no, no, I have no objections."
The young commander nodded in satisfaction after receiving a reply. He extended his right hand and patted Bao Feiyu's face.
"Very good, you're a smart person. Oh right, remember, it's two million per region! Also, inform the director and the other four ministers that I have a meeting tomorrow. If anyone doesn't come, I'll kill them! Do you understand?"
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