Sometimes drinking feels good, and always drinking at the crematorium. Zhang San has a headache now, not because of the sequelae of drinking, but because he is afraid that Fang Xuanling and especially Fang Keying will know that he went to a brothel, especially Liu Yong's poem, he is afraid that it will be spread out
Misunderstood by Fang Keying.
Especially now that I can't even meet in person, I don't know where to go to explain.
Now that things have happened, there is no point in thinking about it any more. Find an opportunity to ask your wife about your love and get a feel for it.
After returning home, Xiaoyu and Xiaomei both went to the commune. There was a person sitting in the living room. After Zhang San thought about it carefully, he realized that he was from the Confucius Class of Zhangjiacun School.
Since the school had a teacher, and Zhang San went to Xuzhou for disaster relief, I haven't seen him yet.
"How come Banfu has time to come and sit at home today?" Zhang San asked enthusiastically.
"Your Majesty, you are polite. I came here to tell you something." Ban Zizai stood up and saluted Zhang San and replied.
"Oh, what's going on?" Zhang San asked Ban Zizi to sit down, and Xiaolan came over to pour tea for Zhang San and refill Ban Zizi's cup at the same time.
"This...I..." Ban Zizai hesitated and suddenly didn't know what to say.
"Have you encountered something? If you need my help, Master, just tell me."
Ban Zizai paused for a few seconds, organized his words, and continued: "Sir, the busy season for farm work has passed. I have some old friends from my hometown who want to find a job. I wonder if they can come to the school where Zhuangzi attends.
Find a job, they are all knowledgeable people, and two of them are also dabbled in arithmetic, I wonder if it is possible."
When Zhang San heard this, he was so happy that he brought him a pillow as soon as he wanted to doze off. These days, only those who can read and write are talented people, let alone those who can learn arithmetic.
It's just that Zhang San is very confused, such talents should be scarce everywhere, why do they need to come all the way here?
"It's okay for Banfu to speak, but I have a question. According to what you said, they can read and write, and I think they can get a good job at home. Why do they come all the way here?"
Hearing Zhang San's question, Ban Zizai's face turned red. He quickly picked up the tea cup and drank some water to cover it up, and then said to Zhang San: "I once sent a letter to my hometown and told my old friends about the treatment here. Later they
They wrote back and asked me if they could come here and find a job..."
Through Ban Zizai's explanation, Zhang San also roughly understood that it wasn't that he had nothing to do in his hometown, but that Ban Zizai boasted to his friends in letters about how great it was here, especially the welfare benefits, which made those people very envious.
The monthly payment of fifteen guan and the unlimited supply of books for free reading made Ban Zizai's friends excited. Ban Zizai's monthly salary was as much as theirs for a year.
In addition, books at this time are even more precious and cannot be seen just by looking at them, so those people want to see if they can come over through Ban Zizai's relationship. It doesn't matter if the salary is less, the main thing is to take care of enough books.
"I don't know, class teacher, how many of your friends would like to come?" Zhang San originally paid a lot of money to ask for door-to-door teaching, just to attract some scholars to come here. On the one hand, he would eliminate illiteracy in Zhangjiacun, and on the other hand, he would also consider the long-term development of the commune.
However, the educated people around Chang'an basically have relatively well-off families and have no worries about food and clothing. They also claim to be scholars and disdain to engage in business affairs. They only want to enter the official career and shine.
"There are... eleven or twelve."
Ban Zizi felt that his face was burning. He only blamed himself for showing off too much. There were so many people that Ban Zizi didn't know how to open his mouth. He only gritted his teeth after doing a lot of psychological work for himself. After all, Zhangjiacun
There are only twenty-three children in the school now, so there is no need for so many people.
"How much?" Zhang San stood up in surprise.
"Sir, I also know that there are a lot of people. Otherwise, forget it, I will reply to them and reject them." Ban Zizai saw the surprised look on Zhang San's face and felt even more embarrassed.
"No, if you ask them all to come, the treatment will definitely not be the same as yours. I will need to meet them before I can give them salary. Of course, there will still be an unlimited supply of books, and food and accommodation are also included, but the ugly words are here.
, If these people’s moral character is not up to standard, I don’t want them!”
Hearing what Zhang San said, Ban Zizai was immediately overjoyed. He patted his chest to ensure that these people's character was up to standard and their knowledge was not inferior to his own. Originally, they even organized a language society of their own, but later they disbanded due to their embarrassment in life.
Already.
When Zhang San was thirsty for talents, he was afraid that if they didn't explain their salary clearly in advance and those people didn't come, he said to Ban Zizai: "In addition, just in case, I mean just in case, if someone fails the assessment, they will
I will reimburse all the travel expenses back and forth, and give me an additional three dollars as hard work fee."
"I thank Lord Sir Gao Yi for my old friends. I told them the good news when I got back. Don't worry, I believe they will all pass your assessment."
Ban Zizi was overjoyed. He knew how miserable the lives of the people in Yanxue School were. Now the weather is getting colder and colder. When winter comes, life becomes even more difficult.
If he could come here, with Ban Zizi's understanding of the people of Zhangjia Village, he would not treat them badly. At least he would be able to live a better life this winter. Now that he has Zhang San's promise, Ban Zizi could not be happy.
After Ban Zizai thanked Zhang Sanqian profusely, he rushed back to write a letter.
After sending Ban Zizai away, Zhang San laughed loudly: "Ban Zizai is really awesome. He has found so many people for me at once. Zhangjiacun School no longer lacks teachers."
As for the problem of fewer students and more teachers, Zhang San really didn't take it to heart. Originally, there were no teachers, so they were just in one class, so Zhang San chose to let those children go to school first.
Originally, Zhang San’s plan was for the whole village to attend “Night University” together. Many people in the village are illiterate. Now several team leaders can barely recognize some words. The leader of the breeding team, Zhang Huan, also has a name.
She didn't know how to write, so Zhang San carved it for her with a seal, which she used as a signature every time she bought or sold livestock. Birds of a feather flock together, so those friends who came to class should be the same.
With the participation of these people, Zhang San can launch an "illiteracy eradication" campaign in Zhangjiacun.
Zhang San was in a good mood and asked Zhang Fu to drive to Xuande to see Sun Simiao if he had chosen a wedding date.
After arriving at Xuande Temple, Sun Simiao was treating a farmer. Zhang San did not disturb him and found a seat to sit down and wait.
Not long after, Sun Simiao prescribed the medicine, told the patient to pay attention, and then came to Zhang San: "Miss San, you have been waiting for a long time. What are you doing here today?"
"It's okay. I'm bored at home, so I stopped by Zhenren's place to have a look. Also, I just want to ask Zhenren if I have a choice for my wedding date?"
"Haha, young people just can't bear it. The day has been chosen. There are two good days in total. One is the eighth day of winter and the other is the tenth day of February the following year."
When Zhang San heard this, he immediately said: "I think the eighth day of the winter lunar month is good."
"Haha, you! This matter needs to be discussed with the Fang family. I will go to the Fang family in two days." Sun Simiao laughed when he saw Zhang Sanhou's anxious look.
"That's it, then I'll have to trouble the real person to make another trip." Zhang San felt a little embarrassed when Sun Simiao saw him, so he touched his nose to cover up his embarrassment.
Zhang San chatted with Sun Simiao for a while before saying goodbye and leaving.