In order not to disturb normal teaching, Jin Feng did not visit other classrooms. After answering students' questions in this class, he led others out of the school.
However, this trip to the school still touched Jin Feng a lot and strengthened his determination to popularize education.
In his eyes, every child is a piece of rough jade, and as long as it is polished, it may shine brightly in the future.
The best way to polish a rough jade is education.
Education is time-limited. Once you miss the time to study, even if you want to study when you grow up, you will not be able to calm down and study because of various trivial matters.
After leaving school, it was already evening, and Jin Feng returned to the courtyard.
When I got home, Guan Xiaorou just walked in.
"My boss, we have made arrangements. The coal and stove have been sent to Aunt Tan."
Guan Xiaorou said: "The mason will go over tomorrow to repair the hole and repair the stove."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"Why are you telling me this?" Guan Xiaorou rolled her eyes at Jin Feng: "Hurry and wash your hands. I'm going to see if Runniang has cooked. I have something else to do tonight."
After saying that, he looked around and found that there was no outsider. He took Kita Qianxun's hand and said, "You have been with the master for so many days, but why is there no movement in your stomach?"
"Sister..." Bei Qianxun blushed and said, "Sir, he knows how to count the days..."
"Are you still living your life?"
Guan Xiaorou, who has always been as gentle as water, now stared at Jin Feng with her eyebrows raised: "Didn't you promise me not to count days anymore?"
Jin Feng touched his nose and did not dare to speak.
"And you," Guan Xiaorou patted Bei Qianxun's arm angrily: "You are also a loser. You are so good at kung fu. Does he mean to count the days?"
"I..." Bei Qianxun was also trained to lower her head and dare not answer.
"Xiaorou, Runniang should have prepared the meal. Let's go eat."
Jin Feng saw Runniang coming out of the kitchen and wanted to change the topic.
But Guan Xiaorou was not fooled at all: "Master, today I have sent a message to Xiaobei, asking her to come back as soon as possible. If you don't leave an heir this time, don't even think about leaving home!"
Jin Feng wanted to argue for himself, but when he saw Guan Xiaorou's serious look and Bei Qianxun's obvious betrayal, he gave up the idea.
In the next few days, Jin Feng started making babies every day again.
In addition to making babies and spending time in the laboratory, they also found the information of several reclusive scholars and studied it carefully.
Time flies at home, and half a month has passed before I know it. The printing factory and the paper factory have installed glass windows and put into production one after another.
Two days later, Guan Sanye and the old village chief came to Jin Feng excitedly with a stack of white paper and a thin booklet.
"Sir, it's done!"
Mr. Guan Sanye shook the white paper in his hand and said excitedly: "This is the white paper we made, and this is the book we printed!"
Jin Feng first took the white paper, took out one and looked at the window carefully for a while, then put it on the table and put a drop of ink on it with a brush.
After finding that the ink was not smeared, Jin Feng nodded.
This white paper is still relatively rough, and the plant fibers inside can be clearly seen, but overall, it can be used for writing.
The paper mill was able to produce such a finished product for the first time, and Jin Feng was already very satisfied.
As long as we make further improvements later, it will not be difficult to make better paper.
Putting the white paper aside, Jin Feng picked up the brochure again.
The booklet was relatively crudely produced, about the same size as later Chinese textbooks, and had the three words "Three Character Classic" printed on the cover.
Turning to the first page, the main text of the Eight-Sentence Three-Character Sutra is printed in large fonts, with annotations and translations below.
Although the typesetting is occasionally a little skewed, it is not a big problem and can be improved later.
"well done!"
Jin Feng smiled and took out the elementary school textbooks he had compiled from the drawer: "Third Master, please go to the printing factory again and ask them to print these textbooks as soon as possible. As for the printing quantity, let them discuss with Principal Bai!
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"Okay!" Mr. Guan Sanye took the textbook and left happily.
But the old village chief stayed.
"Village chief, do you have anything else to do?" Jin Feng asked.
"Brother Feng, the paper mill and printing factory have been completed. I was thinking about building a new house for you," the old village chief said.
Although the courtyard was only built a little over a year ago, it had been bombarded by Tibetan hot-air balloons, and there were burn marks everywhere on the exterior walls and roof.
The roofs of several other houses were smashed.
The old village chief and Mr. Guan Sanye had asked Jin Feng to build a new house once before, but Jin Feng refused.
Nowadays, Xihewan Village has too many places that need to be built. There are not enough workers in the first place. There is no need to work hard to build houses. The old village chief and the construction team are asked to build paper mills and printing plants first.
Now that the printing and paper mills are completed, the old village chief talks about it again.
"Village Chief, didn't we agree that after building the printing factory and paper mill, the construction team will go to build the school. Why are you thinking about building a house for me again?"
"How about if I ask the people who built the printing factory to build the school, I'll be able to make it in time, and let the people who built the paper mill build your yard?"
The old village chief said: "Brother Feng, your status is different now. It's a bit shabby to live in such a house anymore."
"Village Chief, I think what you said is wrong." Jin Feng said confidently: "Don't mention that I still have a small courtyard now. Even if I live in a cave, who dares to look down on me?"
This is also the reason why Jin Feng is unwilling to build a house.
As his status became higher and higher, he became more and more indifferent.
In your previous life, you might have needed external objects like a house or a car to prove your strength, but you no longer need them in this life.
At this point, Jin Feng no longer cares about things like houses.
Even if he lives in a cave wearing straw sandals and a rag, no one dares to underestimate him now.
The courtyard is enough for him and his family to live in.
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Jiudian... Your Majesty," the old village chief continued: "I have already ascended the throne and proclaimed myself emperor. She is the most noble woman in the world, and yet she still crowds in with you.
Isn’t it inappropriate in this small courtyard?”
"There are only a few people under Wuyang now, and the study in the front yard is enough for her." Jin Feng replied with a smile: "Let the construction team build the school first."
"Brother Feng..." The old village chief hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "To be honest, I watched you grow up. Let me ask you something. You must tell me the truth."
"Village Chief, you have watched me grow up, so it is too unreasonable to say that." Jin Feng said with a smile: "What do you want to ask, please ask?"
"If you don't want to build a house, do you plan to take His Majesty, Xiaorou and the others to live in the capital after the capital is captured?" the old village chief asked.
Jin Feng suddenly realized what he said.
He finally knew what the old village chief was worried about.