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Chapter 180 Jiao Jue's first visit to Mongolian school(2/2)

He originally wanted to learn from others to share the same joys and sorrows, but after the meal was brought, he found that the soup was turbid and the steamed buns were not the kind that they were eaten in later generations. They were dry and dry and slashed their throats.

Jiao Shun has never eaten such a thing in his two lives.

Go to the damn, don't pretend anymore!

I am Lord Jiao and not Comrade Jiao. Why do you share the joys and sorrows and woes and go deep into the masses?

He returned the meal to the officers, walked with his hands behind his back to the place where the work students were facing each other, and said loudly: "You may have heard of me, or you may have never heard of me. I was honored by His Majesty last winter.

Jiao Shun, who has jumped from slave to the seventh-rank Jingguaner!”

Although many people have long guessed Jiao Shun’s identity, this still caused a lot of whispering discussions.

Jiao Shun waited for them to be quiet, then continued: "I am a miserable family like you, and I am also a craftsman. Logically speaking, I should eat a few bites of steamed buns and make a bowl of soup, and put it on.

Everyone is close to each other - but my mother can't eat it, and she is not happy to eat it!"

This time, no one talked about it anymore. Instead, it was quieter than just now, but most of the eyes were full of doubts.

I heard Jiao Shun continue to talk: "I played with two beautiful maids in the middle of the night yesterday. I got up a little late this morning, so I didn't let the stove do it and ate some trash casually

Duck feet, braised tendons, fried shrimps with rapeseed, vermicelli meatball soup, and a bowl of pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles, and two glutinous rice cakes wrapped in sugar, almonds and raisins."

After talking about this long list, there are a lot of salivation on the opposite side, and the steamed bun soup is no longer fragrant when you look at it.

Of course, some people think about the beautiful maid who looks like a flower.

At this time, Jiao Shun asked again: "Do you want to live such a day?"

Everyone was still silent, but that envious expression had already explained it all.

"to be honest."

Jiao Shun paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, pointed at the work students and said, "I can't guarantee that everyone of you will live such a life, but it's not difficult to have one or two out of ten people!



As he said that, he spread his palm again: "In fifty years, no craftsman has ever become a seventh-rank official in fifty years. He is already the best among craftsmen! However, this official is only seventeen years old,

By relying on the craftsmanship, he sat in the seventh grade, holding the workshops that cost nothing, and managing tens of thousands of craftsmen!”

"what does that mean?"

Jiao Shun looked around and said decisively: "This means that the opportunity has come! An opportunity that your father and brother have never waited for in their lifetime was caught up by you who were lucky enough to leave!"

He pointed his finger: "I am the first craftsman to seize this opportunity and become a success!"

Then point to the opposite side: "And maybe there is a second, a third, or even more among you!"

The work students couldn't help but feel uproar at this time.

They had long guessed that there would be benefits after learning, but they never dared to think about it!

Not to mention a seventh-rank official in Beijing, having a ninth-rank or even a poor person is enough for these ordinary craftsmen to shine their ancestors!

In fact, when many people heard this, they couldn't believe it.

But Jiao Shun's living example stood in front of everyone, and they couldn't help but believe it!

Although "Hao Nu" is generally domineering, if you only talk about your identity, you should be much better than craftsmen, right?

He can succeed, why can't he do it?!

"I'm going to hide the truth from you. I am an alien in the yamen."

Just as people's hearts were inspiring, Jiao Shun quietly called into a deep voice: "In a group of civil servants, there are some out of place! After all, how many scholars can look down on craftsmen and slaves?"

Everyone seemed to have been poured with a basin of ice water. Thinking of the arrogant tutor just now, my heart was cold and burning. I couldn't tell whether it was ambition or unwillingness to burn.

"That's why I came up with this method of working part-time to help students!"

Jiao Shun raised his voice again: "Let you study and be polite, and accumulate some capital that scholars can compete with each other, so that you can have more opportunities to walk on the road of Tongtian like my official, and also make me no longer in the yamen.

The alien!”

"I am not the dean of this elementary school, nor is it a teaching tutor! But when you go out of this elementary school, you will be my disciples and disciples of Jiao!"

"I, a self-proclaimed teacher, cannot guarantee that everything will go smoothly when you return to the workshop, but if you can give me a face, I will never let people lose his credit for his decent credit!"
Chapter completed!
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