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Chapter 11 The Road to the Scholar

"Not bad." Zhao Hao was very happy. Only when he was popular was everything, so he sold it to County Magistrate Zhang and said: "By the way, Mr. Tang said that this road is not famous yet, so why not ask the old senior to give it one?"

"Oh, that's so embarrassing." County Magistrate Zhang waved his hand quickly.

"The construction of Xiaocang Mountain is successfully launched, all depends on the protection of the old seniors. Isn't it worthy of giving a name to the road? " Zhao Hao smiled and complimented.

"Then I will be disrespectful." County Magistrate Zhang thought happily for a moment, and then suggested without imagination: "Or it is called the 'Zhuangsheng Road', right? Is it commemorating the first top scholar in our Nanjing City in two hundred years."

"Uh, okay..." Zhao Hao couldn't help but want to complain. But thinking that no matter how good the name sounds, it was not as affordable as the "Zhuangyuan Road", he nodded and smiled, "I'll follow my parents."

From now on, the gentry and people in Nanjing will keep their father in their mouths and remember them in their hearts... uh, they are stepping on their feet.

It doesn’t matter if you step on it, you’re willing to be a ox for a child.

~~

The construction of Xiaocang Mountain will not be completed in the end of the year, so Zhao Hao originally planned to go directly to Caijiaxiang from Zhuangyuan Road.

But Zhang Magistrate Zhang was more concerned about this Shangyuan County image project than Zhao Hao, so he insisted on stopping and taking a look.

In fact, County Magistrate Zhang was not so concerned at first, but Zhao Hao continued it for three years. This project was no longer about making wedding dresses for others, but about making real achievements in front of him.

As soon as I thought about the reception banquet in Houxian County, all the officials who attended the banquet had to listen to him show off honestly. County Magistrate Zhang wanted to do it himself and complete it in one day.

The carriage stopped beside the hibiscus pool, and the pool surface was rippling with green waves and lotus leaves, and the area was more than twice as large as before.

It can no longer be called Furong Lake, it should be called Furong Lake.

There are also several brand new pleasure boats and cruise ships docked on the newly built pier.

The workers were building the bluestone fence by the lake with the sun at noon, which was obviously a while before completion.

"The construction period is so tight," Zhao Hao asked the shopkeeper Fang. "Why don't you rest at noon?"

"Oh, it rains every day after entering the plum blossoms. It's so easy to catch a sunny day, so why don't you catch it?" Fang De smiled bitterly.

"Oh, too." Zhao Hao suddenly thought that last year was a rare drought in Jiangnan, and this year it was bound to cause disasters.

~~

Mr. Zhao invested 50,000 taels in Xiaocangshan to recruit refugees to build the project, and asked Wen Zhengming's eldest son, Mr. Wenshan, to design and supervise it.

With abundant funds and manpower and experts in charge, you can naturally build roads, expand lakes, and build buildings, so the project progress is of course very fast.

At present, half of the pavilions and towers by the lake have been raised, and the six-story restaurant built for the taste of freshness has also been built on the fourth floor.

There was nothing good on the construction site. After a quick look, everyone got on the bus again and rushed to the beautiful fairy tasty in Caijia Lane to have a banquet.

After the reception banquet, the drunken Magistrate Zhang, with the help of Li Jiutian, got on the car and returned to the yamen.

Mr. Zhao, who was fucked with corpses, was carried by Zhao Shouye, Fan Datong and others onto the carriage and returned to Zhao's mansion in the south of the city to rest.

Zhao Hao did not go back immediately, but instead moved to the restaurant with interest and visited the Caijiaxiang Primary School, which was transformed from his old residence.

Turning around the alley, I saw that the entire school covers an area of ​​six of its original homes. Through the five-foot-high courtyard wall, you can see the main building of the school, which is a two-story building with ten classrooms on each side.

On a wall facing Caijia Lane on the east side of the building, there are three big black words "Youde Tower".

That was the teaching building donated by Tang Youde.

Mr. Tang also promised that in the future, every school that Mr. Zhao will run, he will donate a "Youde Building"...

However, Mr. Zhao has not revealed to Fatty Tang that his goal is to open the school all over the world and let the whole world speak Chinese!

‘If Fatty Tang goes bankrupt in the future, he will probably build a building...’

Mr. Zhao laughed secretly and walked into the school surrounded by everyone.

~~

It was class time now, and Zhao Hao signaled everyone not to make noise, and he took Li Zhi and Zhang Jian to stand outside the window of a classroom.

I saw that the classroom was full of school children around the age of seven, and they were sitting there. They were listening attentively to the podium, a gentleman in his forties was teaching literacy.

Then he saw the gentleman write the word "big" on the blackboard with a white gray pen and ask the student: "What do you pronounce this word taught in the morning?"

"Big!" the school children answered in a verbal way.

"Not bad...what is this character?" The gentleman added a dot under the big character and wrote it as the word "Tai".

Who knew that the school children still recited "Big" in unison!

"Look clearly, this word is bigger than the middle." The gentleman corrected: "It's Taigong's Tai!"

"Tao, Taigong's too..."

Then the gentleman wiped the point away and changed it to a 'dog'. "Where is this?"

"Tai, Taigong's Tai."

"No, that point is outside!" A sharp-eyed student whispered: "How could it be the Taigong?"

"It's still like a little bit." The gentleman who was almost vomiting blood finally felt a little relieved. "What do you think should be?"

"Grandpa!"

‘Puff…’ Mr. vomited blood on the spot.

‘Puff…’ Zhao Hao and others outside the window couldn’t help laughing.

Yu Jiachang's face was a little uneasy, and he quickly explained in a low voice: "This is a class that was opened last month. The earliest batch of children can already recognize one or two hundred words."

Li Zhi held back his smile and said to Zhao Hao: "Children from poor families have lived in an illiterate environment since childhood, and of course their foundation is very poor."

"Yes, the children of rich families have been influenced by them since childhood, and their parents taught them. They knew hundreds or thousands of words without being enlightened." Zhang Jian also felt deeply: "The gap at the beginning is so big, and it will only go further and further in the future."

"No," Li Zhi nodded and glanced at Zhao Hao and said, "Although the boss is very commendable, at most it is just to teach them to read. No matter how much they want, it is a luxury."

"If you can write and calculate, I will be satisfied." Zhao Hao smiled faintly, not explaining the great power of the literacy class.

Mr. Zhao inspected several other classrooms, and the situation was indeed much better.

Those children who received education can already read the "License Textbook" he compiled and recite the multiplication table of ninety-nine...

When leaving Youdelou, Li Zhi might feel embarrassed that he had been eating for a month for a waste of time. He took the initiative to suggest that he could help him teach these children.

However, Zhao Hao refused without hesitation.

"Dr. Li should be responsible for the Science Academy. It's enough to have Yu Jia grow up here."

What a joke, what I want to cultivate is a down-to-earth and loyal grassroots backbones. Let you teach Li Zhuowu, but you are not completely confused?

I just need to teach the children to be able to write and calculate, and thank Mr. Zhao for his kindness, Chief Yu Jia is responsible for it. It is more than enough to ask a few gentlemen who know how to settle accounts by writing and writing.

What other bicycle do you want?
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