Wang Yi had just finished his physics class for the students in the literature class, mechanics had been finished, and thermodynamics had just begun. Students' grades were generally not very good, after all, their mathematical foundation was too poor. Even in later generations, when they first came into contact with physics, most students did not understand it very well. If they entered optics, electromagnetics, or even more profound atomic physics, or even quantum physics, Wang Yi felt that he would probably waste some effort.

"It seems that education still needs to be started with children!"

Wang Yi has now had a plan to expand his enrollment. Of course, he will not be crazy enough to publicly challenge the current imperial examination system. His name is to build an affiliated school of Dashang Group, with the purpose of providing qualified Western learning talents for his own enterprises. Although Western learning that can be started with similar excuses is not very common in the current land of China, it is not unique to Wang Yiyi.

Previously, Wang Yi sent his students to Bajiaotai and nearby villages and towns to conduct a questionnaire survey. Many people hoped to send their children to Wang Yi for study. However, the reason was that it was intriguing. Parents did not think that their children should receive education, but it was a more practical reason - they could save a portion of food.

In the eyes of those peasant parents, their children's school is similar to those of entering a store to be apprentices. Many families are even willing to send their minor girls to the school for the more simple and even cruel reasons, because their daughters are just water splashed out.

Whether it is a boy or a girl, their parents will burst into tears when they send their children out. They will say similar words. Instead of staying at home and being hungry, it is better to sell you to wealthy families to have a good meal.

Whenever this happens, Wang Yi always sneered in his heart. There has been something that has not changed in the past hundred years. Adults are just a group of dogs, always looking for reasons and excuses for their behavior.

Wang Yi, who was worried that he would not be able to recruit students, suddenly discovered that in this era without condoms and contraceptives, after dark, he had nothing to do except give birth to children, if he was willing to provide food and give a little money, many parents would even sell their children to themselves.

Seeing the campus gradually expanding in scale, the foreign construction teams invited had trained a group of qualified Chinese construction workers, all of which were made by Wang Yi with money. In a few days, Captain Jack Spallo will come from the United States with his merchant fleet. In more than a week, Augustus Elton will also return from Germany, and then there will be Francis Naid's American caravan and Charlie's British caravan.

Nowadays, paper mills, printing factories, pencil factories, cement factories, glass production and utensil manufacturing factories, and animal farms have been established. They are all affiliated enterprises of Dashang Group led by Dashang Yinlu. Most of the positions are recruited from society themselves, and the process is similar to the recruitment of Dashang Yinlu. However, most of the technical leadership positions are held by foreigners, most of them are Americans, and there are several Germans.

After knowing that his boss was an eight-year-old child, many foreign employees showed a surprised expression. Most people came to Qing Dynasty to make money. The treatment given by Dashang was very good, much richer than that of their staying in their hometown, so these people were also very peaceful. Just those who were at peace, some were restless.

A technical foreman in the paper mill is an American. He often drinks while working, beats and scolds his Qing employees, and once tried to rely on his technical advantages to threaten Wang Yi's leadership authority. The time traveler also advised him kindly at first, but once the other party starts to be arrogant, he will naturally not be polite.

The expulsion was completely unkind, and then after a few months, the foreigner became a dead person floating on the Liao River.

This was not done by Wang Yi, but the person who started was his subordinates - those members of the martial arts class. Wang Yi was hard to understand. At most, he was a little cynical. The students he taught, whether in the literary class or the martial arts class, had obvious tendencies in Greater China. Wu Xiao, Xiang Long, and Zheng Haitao, who stood out from the class, were all typical militarist leaders and extremely radical nationalists. They were the student president of the Wenwu School, Zhang Jingxiao, the class leader of Wen Class 1, Wan Xiao, and Ouyang Di, the class leader of Wen Class 2, were not inferior.

Could it be that there is something wrong with my educational method? Wang Yi is somewhat guilty.

Suddenly arguing at the campus gate, Wang Yi stood up and walked to the window and looked down.

"Respect and filial piety, go down and see what's going on!"

Zhang Jingxiao was helping Wang Yi organize his manuscript in the office. These were copied by Wang Yi from his tablet computer. He spent four hours every day, and no one would disturb him during this period. Zhang Jingxiao is actually his secretary now, although Wang Yi is more inclined to let a beautiful woman do these things in an ol suit.

"Okay, sir." Zhang Jingxiao agreed.

Soon, Zhang Jingxiao, with an angry face, returned to the office. Wang Yi could see that the boy's eyes were now murderous, his teeth were critical, and his fists were shaking constantly. It seemed that he was very angry. Those who came back with him were Wu Xiao from the martial arts class, as well as two class monitors of the literary class, Wan Xiao and Ouyang Di. In addition, there was also a student named Wang Yi who also knew, which was Qian Haixin from the Wen Class 1, who was sixteen years old this year and had a moderate grade. However, Wang Yi was deeply impressed by his math, physics and chemistry, but his Chinese and foreign languages ​​were not satisfactory. At this time, he cried and obviously it happened to him.

"What's going on?"

"I hope the sir will make the decision for the students!" Qian Haixin asked Wang Yi to kneel down as he said this.

Wang Yi glared at this. Wu Xiao and others knew that Wang Yi hated others kneeling down to him the most. If there was something that could bend your knees, he hurriedly grabbed Qian Haixin.

"Haixin, if you have something to say, you will have your own master to decide."

Qian Haixin also understood this time, so he began to tell the story.

It turned out that Qian Haixin's family lived in Sifang Village. The ancestors left four acres of thin land, and their lives were not rich, but they were much better than ordinary tenant families. It was precisely because of this that the Qian family had the money to let Qian Haixin learn literature and practice calligraphy since childhood. Later, he was selected by the Zhang family and became a student in Wang Yiwen's class.

However, the Qian family's life has been getting worse in recent years. In fact, it is not just the Qian family, but the lives of many farmers are the same. On the one hand, bandits are rampant and attack villages from time to time. On the other hand, the taxes are heavy. If the ordinary season can be barely maintained, once a natural disaster occurs, the farmers' last choice is to sell their own land at a low price, and they are forced to become tenants of the landlords.

If we talk about the three mountains above the farmers in the northeastern region at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the first was the landlords represented by the royal family and the bannermen, the second was the collapsed tax system and the corrupt bureaucrats, and the third was the bandits. The Qian Haixin family encountered all these three things.

Just a week ago, Wei Shangyi, the landlord of Sifang Village, sent a steward to tell the story, hoping that the Qian family could give up the two acres of land close to their ancestral grave. The old Qian family naturally didn't want to do so. The Wei family mentioned this more than three times, but Qian Haixin's father never let go.

Wei Shangyi had no choice but to remember one of his sworn brothers, Zhou Hongying. He had fought with the army in his early years, and later because he violated military discipline, he fled to the Northeast. His current career is a bandit, with about 100 people under his command, not many guns, and more than 30 shots. The rest of them were all big blades.

Wei Shangyi was disliked when he looked at the Qian family on weekdays, so he became ill-hearted and secretly colluded with Zhou Hongying. He attacked the old Qian family in the middle of the night. He did not hurt anyone, but burned the Qian family's house. Qian Haixin's father was worried and angry, and finally got seriously ill. The family squeezed into a temporary shack and lived a difficult life.

The Wei family's housekeeper came to discuss the two acres of land again. Unexpectedly, Qian Haixin's father was so arrogant that he had reached this point. He would rather sell Qian Haixin's eight-year-old sister than blame the sale of his own land.

Wei Shangyi was so angry that he slapped the table. So he failed and had another plan. This time he didn't look for Zhou Hongying again, but instead started with Bai Dao. The tax officer Feng Youyi came forward.

Feng Youyi's tax officials came to donate. The so-called donation is actually a legal one. Feng Youyi bought an official position, of course, not for the sake of losing money. Although he paid a lot at the beginning, he had more rewards. It was always said that the Qing magistrate was 100,000 yuan in snowflakes. Feng Youyi's annual income was not inferior to ordinary state officials.

In order to let Feng Youyi do his job for him, Wei Shangyi paid a total of 1,000 taels of silver, which was extremely generous. After seeing it, the housekeeper next to him complained in his heart, how good it would be to have this money, you can talk directly with the Qian family, why bother to buy the other person’s two acres of land with 100 taels of silver.

Not to mention, Feng Youyi was still very professional. After collecting the money from the Wei family, he brought his soldiers to the Qian family the next day. First, the lion spoke loudly, saying that the General's Mansion of Shengjing was going to quell the rebellion and the soldiers wanted to have a meal, so he asked for three thousand taels of silver at a price.

The Qian family is now poor, so there is no such a silver spoil.

Feng Youyi took the benefits of others, of course he would not give up. He asked his subordinates to search and rob them again. Finally, he found the land deed of Qian's father. Without the consent of the Qian family, he sold the Qian family's land to the Wei family. In name, it was for tax replenishment, but the Qian family didn't even get a single son. Qian's father was angry and hated him, so he jumped into a well that night.

Now only Qian's mother and Qian Xiaomei are left, and they have no way to survive, so they eventually become beggars in the village. The villagers felt sorry for them and sent some food from time to time. Later, with kind-hearted people helping him, they sent the letter to the school. When Qian Haixin heard that his father had died in such a waste, he immediately fainted. He originally wanted to go directly to take revenge, but was stopped by other classmates.
Chapter completed!