War of Resistance: The Strongest Young Marshal! Squandering makes you stronger
23 A prodigal second generation! Too prodigal ah tickets

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The culprit of all this was still not satisfied. He secretly cursed the old man for not being able to withstand fear at all. Hearing this, the various district heads were terrified. They almost pretended to be dead to get away with it.

How could the young man let these bastards off? He immediately threatened everyone. No matter what the districts did, each district had to contribute two million silver dollars in five days.

The five regions had a total of 10 million silver dollars. Adding on the two million silver dollars from the Department of Education, 12 million silver dollars was needed to rebuild the education system in the western part of the city.

The scholars who usually shouted loudly were all silent. The expressions on their faces were really more interesting than the one before.

Yan Zhiguo half-threatened and half-tricked him. If the money was not paid in five days, there would naturally be armed soldiers rushing into the house. The young man did not mind washing the West District with blood. Anyway, it would be faster this way.

A scholar who couldn't lift his hands or shoulder his weight had never been so frightened. His old face was so wrinkled that it almost turned into a rag. He was just short of crying on the spot.

After receiving a reply, the satisfied young man slowly brought the evil slave back to the manor. The system also officially activated the main mission of education.

After two days of leisure at home, Yan Zhiguo could no longer sit still. He could only call Thunderous Battle over and bring the evil slave soldiers out again.

Since there was nothing to do, he would find something to do.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fees for each district had not yet arrived, it was a good opportunity to investigate the attitudes of some of the people and strive to make sure that all the children in the entire West District could go to school.

Yan Zhiguo first went to take a look at the anti-smoking house. The situation was good. Opiums had basically disappeared from the western part of the city. In time, this harmful thing would be completely eliminated.

After settling this matter, he went to the production line of soup cigarettes. The factory had been established and the seeds had been sown. He believed that in the near future, batches of cigarettes would definitely monopolize the entire West City and bring huge profits.

In the end, the young man finally arrived at his destination, a village in the outskirts of Jinbei.

Luma Town in Li Quan County was a town formed by three large villages, namely Sun, Ma, and Qian.

Yan Zhiguo specially selected a few different types of families and made home visits one by one.

Yan Zhiguo took a sip of slightly bitter tea and took out cigarettes to distribute. He said slowly,

"Old Brother Sun, how many people are there in the family?"

Sun Qi was quite talkative. He smoked a good cigarette that he had never smoked in his life. There was a simple smile on his face.

Looking at the smile on Sun Qi's face, Yan Zhiguo felt a little emotional.

Sun Qi was a little ashamed, and the corners of his mouth were bitter.

The young man did not laugh at the honest Sun Qi. Instead, he was extremely serious.

"Don't worry, Old Brother Sun. The children will have books to study in the future, and they will be free!”

Sun Qi's eyes seemed to move, and the young man had already left after drinking his tea.

After traveling around, Yan Zhiguo felt something.

The current situation could be divided into three situations. Those who wanted to study could not afford to study, those who could afford to study had their own teachers, and those who were influenced by the times and felt that reading was useless.

If he wanted to solve the problem, he had to start from there.

After visiting the people, Yan Zhiguo returned to the city.

After two days of recuperation, Xu Guoliang slowly recovered. When he heard that the God of Plagues had come again, he wanted to close the door on the spot.

"Director Xu, stop pretending to be sick. I have something to tell you!”

Xu Guoliang was quite depressed. He even wanted to cry. He had no choice but to come out to meet the guests again.

"Cough, Young Marshal, what business do you have with me?"

"I went to various places to visit."

Xu Guoliang's eyelids twitched. He was afraid that the young man would do something funny again.

Xu Zhiguo pulled his old face and was about to cry. It was fine if he wanted money, but he could still make Koukou. Now, it was getting worse. Even people were going to lose. He really wanted me to pay and work hard.

The young man did not think much of it and acted like a hoodlum.

"Where are those scholars in your education world? Aren't they bored? You have to know how to make the best use of everything!”

Xu Zhiguo took a deep breath, afraid that he would lose his temper again. What did he mean by having nothing to do? Did he really rely on his identity as the young marshal to squander without any leeway?

Before they could finish their surprise, Yan Zhiguo continued,

"Oh right, there's one more thing. I plan to take out a portion of the money as a reward mechanism for outstanding students. I'll set up a scholarship and a subsidy for poor families."

Xu Zhiguo looked at the pillars in the hall and really wanted to smash his head against the wall in front of this prodigal son.

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