In his eyes, these children were Great Qin's future hope.
Love the country, respect yourself, and strive to be useful to the country. Since you were young, do you still have to worry about not having a future?
There was a crooked name on the paper in Ying Zheng's hand.
Meng Hu.
It was the name of the chubby child, the " Fat Tiger " Meng Fan had mentioned.
Ying Zheng had already memorized this name.
He was sure that this name would appear in front of him again in the future.
Filled with excitement, Ying Zheng looked at Meng Fan, who was collecting the Xuan paper, and his evaluation of him rose to another level.
Meng Fan's willingness to contribute to Great Qin was one thing, but it could be understood as him doing it for money, status, and to get what he wanted.
However, now that he had passed on his thoughts to the next generation, he was truly thinking for Great Qin!
What kind of person would have such an ideal?
Even those Saints and the heads of the Hundred Schools wouldn't be like this!
The officials in the court, such as Li Si, were far inferior to him!
" Everyone's homework is done well. I can see that you've been studying hard after class." Meng Fan finished checking the homework and spoke to the children." Then let's start today's class."”
" Today's lesson is very simple. Write a letter to the First Emperor. The content of the letter can be to ask His Majesty about things you don't understand, or to describe your future plans to His Majesty. In short, write whatever you want to write." Meng Fan smiled." If there's anything you don't know how to write, you can raise your hand and ask the teacher for advice. Do you understand?"”
These children had been able to read for a while, so Meng Fan wanted to test their overall condition today.
It was also an opportunity to find out more about the situation and find a seedling worth nurturing.
As soon as Meng Fan finished speaking, several children raised their hands.
"Mao, is there a problem?" Meng Fan pointed at one of them and asked.
Ah Mao, whose name was called, got up and asked in a childish voice,"Sir, can His Majesty really read the letter we wrote?”
"Yes, sir. Can His Majesty see the letter we wrote?”
Following Ah Mao's question, the other children who raised their hands also responded.
Obviously, they had their own doubts.
Even though these children were young, they knew that the Emperor was a person with the highest status in Great Qin.
Meng Fan wanted them to write a letter to the Emperor. They didn't believe the Emperor could read the contents of their letters.
"Don't worry, children. Sir will personally present your letter to His Majesty.”Meng Fan answered their questions with a smile.
Although it was a white lie, it was enough for these children.
In the eyes of these innocent children, Meng Fan was the omnipotent teacher.
He would definitely fulfill his promise to them.
So after hearing Meng Fan's answer, the children received another piece of paper and leaned on their respective tables to think.
Some of the children who immediately thought of what to write began to write.
There were also some who didn't know what to write and started to think hard.
Wang Jian, who was standing beside Ying Zheng, also found this scene very interesting. He turned his head and whispered to Ying Zheng,""What does Your Majesty think these kids will write?”
Ying Zheng kept a smile on his face. Meng Fan's class content was completely different from what he had imagined.
However, he still had an indescribable feeling when he saw this scene.
"We'll find out when we get it from that kid later.”Ying Zheng responded with anticipation.
He had read many of the things that the ministers had written to him, but he had never seen a letter from a child around the age of ten.
If the ministers saw this scene, they would definitely say Meng Fan was messing around.
What could a group of children write to Ying Zheng?
Instead of teaching them the scriptures, he made these kinds of things. If that wasn't messing around, what was it?
After a while, Fat Tiger was the first to hand the letter to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan read the contents of the letter with interest. After a while, his face was full of smiles.
"Fat Tiger, you even know old general Wang Jian?”
The chubby tiger standing in front of him replied honestly,"My father said that old General Wang Jian is Great Qin's most famous General. In the future, I want to join the army and become a General as powerful as him!”
Not far away, Wang Jian's face turned red upon hearing this, and he said to Ying Zheng in a low voice,""Your Majesty, this little brat has good taste!”
Ying Zheng was speechless.
"En, in my opinion, this brat is indeed cut out to be a general!”Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't speak, Wang Jian continued," I think Meng Fan said he was the class monitor? The class monitor should be the leader of this group of brats, right?”
"Not bad, not bad. To be able to become a class monitor at such a young age, it wouldn't make sense if he didn't become a general in the future!”Wang Jian laughed until the corners of his mouth almost cracked to his ears.
As a general of the Great Qin Army, he had heard a lot of praise.
However, this was the first time he had heard such a young child praise him.
Children in their early years were different from adults.
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