Miss Wang stayed for about half an hour before leaving. Because Huang Bing was there, this time was neither too long nor too short.

I will never come again in the future. After all, she is a young lady who has not yet left the government. She is not considered a student of Huang Bang, so she is not suitable for discussion together.

Three days later, Xi Ning called for Huang Bing to come over.

Huang Bing was very grateful as soon as he arrived. Not only was the food and daily life here taken care of, the county leader also sent someone to Huang Bing's home to inform his wife and bring a change of clothes.

Madam Huang said very generously that since she was in the county lord's mansion, she could rest assured, so she asked the county lord to go and pack the clothes. She also said that she could ask Zhong Shuo to bring back the clothes she changed every day and she would wash them.

Of course, Zhong Shuo would not be allowed to take clothes back for washing every day, but it was pleasant to hear.

Huang Bing came over and after saluting, Xi Ning asked people to watch and make tea.

Maybe it's because we've stayed here for too long, it's been seven days, and the owner is planning to evict us.

Huang Bing thought about it for a moment, then bowed: "I wonder why the county master called Huang here?"

It’s not that he is shameless, but there are so many and good paintings here. Every one of them is a masterpiece. You can lose track of time when you study them carefully. In these seven days, there are only ten paintings and calligraphy. Look at it.

By visual inspection, there are at least forty or fifty pairs in the study room.

The only way is to be thick-skinned and see if the county boss is equally thick-skinned and can drive him away.

Xining said with a smile: "There are two things I want to discuss with Mr. Huang."

Discuss? Does that mean that it took me so long to leave?

Huang Bing could only continue to say with a shameless face: "Please tell me, County Lord."

Xi Ning said leisurely: "Linyi County is a remote place. Mr. Huang is a Confucian scholar. Why would he settle here?"

Huang Bing sighed: "My mother passed away, and I carried the coffin to take my mother to my hometown here for burial."

In fact, she had already found out about this. When Han Ru's parents passed away, no matter what official position he held in the court, he had to resign and go back to Dingyou for three years. But Huang Bing was unlucky. First, his father died of illness, and after three years, his mother died again.

So he continued to be Ding You, but he didn't waste any time during this period. He annotated poems and books, and actually became famous and became a Confucian scholar.

Xining then asked: "I wonder how long it will be until the period of filial piety is over?"

Huang Bingyan: "There is still more than a year."

"In that case..." Xining said in a consultative tone: "One fact cannot be concealed. Children in the county are fine if they come from wealthy families. They can ask their teachers to come and teach them. But most children from ordinary families have no books to read.

, the only private school, the cost is not affordable by ordinary people."

"So I want to set up a volunteer school in the county, find a room, and have a few slaves as handymen. Anyone in the county between the ages of 5 and 20 can attend and learn how to read."

When Huang Bing heard this, he immediately bowed and said, "The county boss is a very benevolent and righteous man. What can Huang do for you?"

Xi Ning said with a smile: "I will ask Mr. Huang to take over the management of this school, and the salary will be ten taels of silver. If I bother Mr. Huang to find a teacher, the salary will be another three taels of silver. It will last for one year. I think it will take one year."

You can see how eager those students are to learn. Even if they are dull, they can only recognize one word a day, which is enough for their basic daily needs."

Twenty taels of silver per month made Huang Bing ecstatic. Although he was not a money-grubbing person, during his stay in Dingyou, he relied entirely on his savings when he was a junior civil servant in Qingshui. But in the past four years or so, had it not been for the virtuous old wife at home,

There are a few more students to help, but it has already been stretched.

I heard that I would recommend a teacher for three taels of silver. Isn't this just asking someone else to teach? It is said to be management, but in fact it is just a cashier. And it is also paired with a few slaves and handymen, which is really cool.

Huang Bing immediately agreed: "The county master has done so much for the benefit of the people, how could Huang refuse? Huang is not talented, but he worked hard for the county master."

He used to be an old and decrepit person, but now he has changed his title, which seems to be interesting.

"Then it's settled." Xining nodded with a smile, and then said: "I think it's good to have a small kiosk next to my door, for parking horses. I'm not very sociable, and I don't have many visitors on weekdays.

The small alley on the other side is enough for parking. Simply put up a roof to use it as a learning point and can accommodate more students. When Mr. Huang is free, he goes out to teach a thing or two. On weekdays, he just sits in the study room.

Let’s give it to sir first.”

Doesn’t this mean that you can come here every day to read calligraphy and painting and still get money?

Huang Bing felt so happy that he still had to hold it in. He pretended to salute: "It all depends on the arrangement of the county chief."

"That's good!" Xining said again: "There is one more thing I need to ask Mr. Huang for help."

Huang Bing's heart sank. Sure enough, there are no free steamed buns in the world. Given such generous conditions and treatment, this matter must be very troublesome.

"Don't dare to help. County Lord, please tell me. Huang will try his best to handle it." In fact, he secretly made up his mind that as long as it involves selling his soul and betraying his principles, he will never do anything. At the worst, he won't need these ten taels of silver.

Oh, this calligraphy and painting... I gritted my teeth and stopped looking at it!

Xining asked with a smile: "Mr. Huang, what do you think of the eldest lady of the Wang family? She came here three days ago and was studying painting with Mr. Zhong."

Huang Bing was stunned, what is it, what is it?

I don't know what the county chief is doing, so I can only analyze it academically: "Oh, Miss Wang, I heard that she was self-taught and could achieve such an achievement just by copying her late mother's paintings. It's not easy. That day, she was also a

He is well-informed and sensible, and he has a measured approach and retreat. If Wen Zhong can teach such a student, Huang can rest assured."

Wenzhong is Zhong Shuo's name. People in this era are really troublesome. They have a surname, a given name, a nickname, a nickname, a nickname, and an alias. Only close elders and close friends can call Zhong Shuo Wenzhong.

Xining added: "I heard that Mr. Zhong's parents are dead and he has not yet married."

Huang Bing heard something about it now, so he nodded: "Exactly!"

Xining said slowly: "Miss Wang is also a hard-luck person. She lost her mother when she was five years old. Mr. Huang must have heard about many things."

Huang Bing nodded repeatedly, thinking in his mind, looking at this, it should be...

Why didn't this old guy answer? He could only hint: "Last month, her uncle asked for her mother's dowry for her, and took it from Wang Xiaoniang to give her as a future dowry. But when Wang Xiaoniang said something, everything

Anyone who can give you five thousand taels of silver can marry you. It's like choosing a bride, but in fact the price is clearly marked."

After stopping, Huang Bing could only say: "Although Huang is not involved in worldly affairs, he has heard about this matter." The man who broke off the engagement in his thirties and was old enough to be a father went to Wang's house and caused a scene.

In this small county town, everyone knows about it in the streets and alleys. If you say you don't know, you are either pretending or you are the "Queen Mother".

Xining sighed slightly: "Fortunately, her uncle Mr. Deng helped me, otherwise this kind young lady would really be working as a house filler. Fortunately, good people are rewarded. After the disaster, there will be blessings in the future. No matter what she does in the future,

Whichever husband she chooses, the dowry left by her mother will be enough to support her."
Chapter completed!