Mr. Liu led the way, and Yang Fan took the little fat man and three guards all the way to Shizi Hutong.
We arrived in a quarter of an hour.
This place is slightly better than the one in Xinghe. At least there are a lot of people.
This is what later generations would call a shantytown.
"This is it, just the door in front," Mr. Liu said.
There were many people crowding in front of the front door.
A little fat man, who was older than Wei Fugui, was banging on the door, and a group of henchmen with sticks were surrounding him and making noises.
"Dani, come out and let your brother take a look." The little fat man said.
"Come out, come out!" the henchmen shouted.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Liu quickly stepped forward to stop him. "Is there any way to do this in broad daylight?"
"What's wrong, man, why are you trying to make yourself uncomfortable?" The little fat man tilted his head and looked at Mr. Liu and said.
The losers immediately looked fiercely in their eyes.
Mr. Liu was so frightened that his legs were shaking.
"You are such a green onion, how dare you pretend to be big in front of me." The little fat man rushed in front of Mr. Liu with a quick stride.
"Hey, what the hell are you?" The little fat man looked at the smaller fat man. He opened his mouth to curse, but suddenly found that he couldn't curse.
The barrel of a short blunderbuss was stuffed into his mouth.
Yang Fan didn't see clearly where the little fat man took it out.
The little fat man was so rested that he took out the matchstick and blew it for a while. When the matchstick turned red, he lit the match.
"Brother, brother, if you have something to say, if you have something to say," the gangsters around him immediately shouted.
If something happens to the young master today, they will all have nothing to gain when they go back.
If this blunderbuss caught fire, his head would be blown off.
"Get out!" the little fat man cursed.
The fat man and the dog-legged guy rolled away and ran away.
"You kid, wait. If you dare to mess with me, Pang Er, in Zunhua City, just wait." That big fat guy was scolding him as he ran.
.
Bang! The little fat man pulled the trigger without hesitation and shot his hat off.
The bullet grazed his scalp.
Ah! The big fat guy let out a sharp scream, fell to the ground, and his crotch got wet. Then he was supported by other bitches and ran away quickly.
"Coward," the little fat man said in a sultry tone, blowing the gun smoke from the muzzle of the gun.
"Where did you get that short fire gun?" Yang Fan took it over and took a closer look. Before he came, he had crammed in some knowledge about firearms of this era on the Internet.
"It looks like it was made in England." Yang Fan nodded. It was very well made. The metal was well polished and engraved with fleur-de-lis patterns. The handle and handguard were made of black walnut with a very beautiful texture.
"Brother Yang, you are so powerful. My father asked someone to buy this gun from Haojing. It is exactly the one made in England." The little fat man said.
In fact, it was not possible for Yang Fan to identify it, mainly because the inscriptions were all in English and said "Made in Liverpool".
"This kind of gun is not very good. It would be better if it was a self-generated fire gun. For example, if you were an experienced gangster just now, you would not have been given the opportunity to light the match. The preparation time of the matchlock gun is too long and it is not practical."
Yang Fan said thoughtfully.
"This little brother also knows about fire guns. This automatic fire gun is a new invention of the Westerners in recent decades. It has not yet been introduced to our country in the Ming Dynasty. This little brother is really well-informed."
Yang Fan turned around and saw five people standing behind him, including a fortune-teller, carrying a flag and writing a letter called "Iron Mouth Determines the World" and wearing a robe.
On his left were two people in their thirties who looked very similar. They were probably the brothers Song Yingsheng and Song Yingxing that Mr. Liu mentioned. There were two people on his right. One looked like an old man about sixty years old, and he was dressed in...
With his official aura, well-dressed and elegant temperament, he looked like an intellectual-type official. There was a young man next to him, who looked like he was an official by his temperament.
"Brother Song, you are back." Mr. Liu hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have a guest today and I went out for a long time, so I kept Brother Liu waiting for a long time." Mr. Fortune Teller also hurriedly returned the greeting.
"This is my boss, Boss Yang Fan, who wants to open a school. I just happened to remember that the two Song brothers were planning to find a job so that they could stay and prepare for the exam, so I brought them over to have a look." Mr. Liu said.
"Brother Liu, please don't worry. My two clan brothers happen to have an errand to do. These two are friends of my two clan brothers and are here to see my clan brother. Please come in quickly and let's talk inside." Song
The hexagram master said.
Master Song stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Zhen'er, my father is back. Please open the door quickly. There are guests."
The door creaked open a crack.
A girl with big braids looked at it warily before opening the door completely.
"Dad, I was scared to death. That fat guy just came to harass me again, and someone was setting off firecrackers outside."
Song Gua Master turned around and saluted Yang Fan and his group and said, "Thank you so much for your generous help."
The little fat man puffed up his chest and said nonchalantly: "It's such a small thing, it's nothing important."
Master Song Gua then invited everyone to take a seat in the hall.
Yang Fan talked about his thoughts on running a school. The school is divided into kindergarten, primary school and technical school. Each section is divided into two classes for boys and girls. They mainly study arithmetic and literacy. They do not focus on taking the imperial examination. Of course, if someone has that talent
, you can also apply for it yourself.
The sixty-year-old old man was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard that someone was willing to set up a school for girls. In this era, it is a virtue for women to have no talent. They usually stay close to home. In addition, it is also a night school for workers.
First time hearing about it.
"Both of you are juren, and it is true that you are overqualified to teach children. However, the salary of teachers here is still good. They are divided into senior teachers, teachers, assistant teachers, kindergarten teachers, and school janitors. Food and accommodation are free, and 1,500 yuan per month for higher education and 1,000 yuan for teachers.
, a teaching assistant earns 800 credits, a kindergarten teacher earns 500 credits, and a school worker earns 300 credits.”
As he spoke, Yang Fan took out a handful of Chongzhen Tongbao and showed it to several people.
"The salaries we pay are all high-quality and good money, and we will never use the bad money on the market to top up the salary."
The price is absolutely reasonable.
Yang Fan's money can be spent as twice as much. The monthly salary of a higher education institution is equivalent to three taels of silver a month. It seems to be less than five taels. However, the Tianqi Dynasty started to levy Liao pay, and the money supply in the Gyeonggi region skyrocketed, and prices also increased.
A county magistrate only had seven loads and five pecks of rice a month, and a load of rice was generally worth five taels of silver. His salary was mostly old rice from the official warehouse, which was only three dans more than a load of silver, which was no more than three taels.
Several people looked at the shiny new copper coins in their hands with surprised expressions. The coins were in great condition. After taking a closer look and weighing them with their hands, they found that they might be made of pure copper.
"May I ask, brother, where does this new money come from?" the old man asked, holding up his hands.
"What do you call me, father-in-law?" Yang Fan asked respectfully.
"I am Xu Guangqi, this is my student Sun Yuanhua."