"Good! Everyone is like a dragon!" Ying Zheng's eyes lit up as he listened.
Meng Fan said everyone was like a dragon. Wasn't that what he wanted to achieve?
Which outstanding emperor didn't want to have many talented people under him?
Especially when it came to an ancient emperor like Ancestral Dragon Ying Zheng.
"I didn't expect young friend to have such a noble idea!”Hearing Meng Fan's words, Ying Zheng couldn't help but look at him in a new light.
She thought Meng Fan was just a greedy guy with some brains, but she didn't expect him to have such ambitions.
"You really didn't take the money?" Wang Jian raised his eyebrows and questioned.”
Wang Jian didn't believe Meng Fan would do this for no reason. Although he hadn't been in contact with him for long, Wang Jian knew Meng Fan was the kind of person who would never act without benefits.
It was just that he had yet to see the benefits of this matter.
Meng Fan ignored him.
At this moment, a child had already walked into the courtyard.
"Hello, sir!" The children imitated the adults and bowed politely to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan smiled and nodded at the children.""Hello, have you all completed the homework assigned last time? Sir is going to check it later!”
The children nodded like chickens pecking at rice."I've memorized them all!"
"En, go and get a small stool to sit down. When everyone is here, we will start the lecture.”Meng Fan said to them.
The children skillfully took out their own small stools from the corner of the courtyard and found seats to sit on.
Ying Zheng nodded in his heart. Logically speaking, children of this age should be very crazy.
But when she saw Meng Fan, she was as obedient as a mouse meeting a cat.
It seemed like Meng Fan not only had a lot of things in his brain, but he was also quite good at teaching!
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng could not help but think of his children.
The eldest son, Fusu, had been influenced by Confucianism to the point that he was against the implementation of the county system. Ying Zheng was already a little disappointed in him, and was trying to think of a way to change his mind.
The youngest son, Huhai, was about the same age as the children in front of him. It was time for him to find a teacher.
Originally, Ying Zheng had planned to let Zhao Gao, who was familiar with the law, teach him. But after learning from Fu Su's example, Ying Zheng felt that it was better to let Huhai walk the path of Legalism.
But after meeting Meng Fan, he had another idea.
Although Meng Fan only cared about money, he had to admit that any of the things in his mind would be beneficial to the country and the people. What would happen if he were to teach Huhai?
It might even change Fu Su's obsession with Confucianism.
Thinking of this, Ying Zheng focused even more, focusing his attention on Meng Fan.
The children of the Meng family had already arrived at the courtyard one after another.
An old man with a high rank in his hometown also appeared at the entrance of the courtyard with a few young and strong men.
Sensing the gazes of these people, Ying Zheng frowned slightly.
Seeing his impatience, Wang Jian leaned over and said in a low voice,"Something must have happened. Your Majesty, don't be anxious. I've already asked the Black Ice Platform to investigate. I believe there will be results tonight.”
Nodding imperceptibly, Ying Zheng refocused his gaze on Meng Fan.
Seeing that all the children had arrived, Meng Fan cleared his throat and said,""Alright, children, before today's class officially begins, let's first memorize the homework that was assigned last time.”
"Yes."
A young voice rang out as the children sitting in the yard responded to Meng Fan in unison.
An older child took a stack of paper from Meng Fan and distributed it in order. The children who received the paper took out charcoal pens they had prepared and began writing on the table.
Nowadays, writing brushes were not something that ordinary people could afford. However, charcoal pens were different. As long as ordinary charcoal was cut into the shape of a pen, it could leave traces on white rice paper.
It was enough for these children.
Ying Zheng looked at the scene in front of him with great gratification.
The next generation would always look so beautiful when they studied seriously.
A moment later, a child had finished writing and carefully handed the paper to Meng Fan.
Taking the paper, Meng Fan patted the child's head with a smile and praised softly,""Fat Tiger is still so smart. As expected of the class monitor!”
Fat Tiger, who had been praised, puffed out his chest and happily returned Meng Fan's salute before returning to his seat.
"Little friend, can you let me take a look?”Ying Zheng came over curiously. He wanted to see what Meng Fan had given the children.
"See." Meng Fan casually handed him the paper.
The homework left for the children was not something shameful. If Old Zhao wanted to see it, he could just let him see it.
Smiling, Ying Zheng took the paper and began to examine it carefully.
The words left by the charcoal pen were not very clear, and the handwriting was even a little crooked. However, Ying Zheng could still understand what these words were about.
"I'm from Great Qin."
"I love my country."
"I respect the First Emperor."
"I want to study hard and become someone useful to Great Qin!”
These four short sentences made his hand that was holding the Xuan paper tremble.
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