Wei Wushuang looked at the students bowing and thanking them, and suddenly felt that he had never seen Jia Ping'an clearly.

The assistant teacher around him sighed: "Since the Jin Dynasty, the Central Plains have been turbulent, and then they have moved south. The aristocratic families dominate the government... Later, it became chaotic, and this chaos came to the former Sui Dynasty. However, the good days of the former Sui Dynasty were not many years old, and the knowledge was chaotic again, and those knowledge was scattered..."

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, the Central Plains has been a mess.

"No, those knowledge is in the hands of the aristocratic families. Why do even the royal family want to marry the Shandong aristocratic families? Is their power so huge?"

Another assistant teacher also spoke: "No, the Shandong clans are now dormant, but they have been passed down for many years and have a rigorous style. Most of their children can become talented? But how is the rigorous style of the clan? How can they teach their children to become talented? This is the most powerful part of the Shandong clan."

"Yes! But they all kept secret from those methods, and outsiders didn't know them."

"What Jia Zhanjun is talking about is a way to do things, not only doing things, but also being a human being."

"Jia joined the army and was blessed by these students."

"It's not just them, but they also feel that they have benefited a lot."

Wei Wushuang was thinking about what Jia Ping'an said carefully.

For example, if someone says bad things about me, then I should break down the matter and analyze them one by one, who did I offend and who would benefit from this matter...

This is a way to do things and a way to be a human being!

"If you want to know these, you have to bow and don't sit high places all day long and point fingers... If you don't understand these, don't understand the suffering of the people, what is the basis for your decision? This is called making a decision by the head. If something is screwed up, you will leave!"

"It's amazing!" the assistant teacher praised: "Pretending to understand if you don't know, making a decision is called slapping your head... It's amazing."

"Come on!" Jia Ping'an pointed to the construction site, "Do you do it all, if you don't do it, how do you know how much the labor is worth?"

The students rushed forward.

The scale of hundreds of people, once we work together...

The craftsmen began to get busy.

“Slow down!”

"Stay!"

The foreman rushed in and was commanding at the top of his lungs.

The craftsmen became commanders, and the students became coolies...

"It's lunch, dinner starts!"

Everyone was surprised and wondered why there was still lunch?

I saw a few big men coming with big wooden barrels.

"Everything comes." Jia Ping'an waved.

"Go and wash your hands first!"

There was a canal not far away. Everyone went to wash their hands. When they came back, they were stunned...

The large wooden barrel was steaming hot with food.

The staple food is coarse cakes, and it looks like it is mixed with other things. And the dish...

"What is this?" a student stepped forward and asked.

The big man said, "This cake is made of mixed grains, and the soup is made of two chickens."

The staple food is mixed grain cakes, and the dishes are soup made by two chickens...

this……

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

“How can I eat this?”

Someone said with a bitter face: "I'm at home, so I don't say that there are any hu cakes or ginger sauces, and the dishes must be mutton."

Jia Ping'an didn't say anything until he said to the foreman: "Let your people come and eat too."

The foreman said in surprise: "There are ours too?"

"Thank you, Jia, for joining the army."

The craftsmen happily searched for bowls, one bowl of egg soup and two mixed grain cakes.

It’s so wonderful to take a bite of the mixed grain cake and then drink a very loose egg soup!

The craftsmen were smiling and greedy.

this……

The students were stunned.

"Is it delicious?" A student felt something was wrong and got himself a serving.

A bite of mixed grain cake...

He ate about the same as taking poison.

A bite of egg soup...

Two eggs made a large bucket of egg soup, and the content of the eggs can be imagined.

Bland and tasteless.

"Is it delicious?" someone asked.

The student shook his head, "I can't bear to swallow!"

Everyone couldn't help but feel silent.

"Let's go out to eat later." Someone was muttering.

Everyone is not short of money, so it is good to go find a place to drink later.

"Look, Jia joins the army."

Jia Ping'an walked over and said, "Give me one."

With a bite of mixed grain cakes, Jia Ping'an tasted homesickness.

In his previous life, because his parents were busy with work, he stayed in the countryside for several years before studying.

The mixed grain cakes were considered delicious at that time, egg soup... Eggs were strategic supplies at home. Unless someone was sick, they could only wait for the market to exchange for money...

He ate it bite by bit and felt that the taste of this mixed grain cake was even more delicious than it was at that time.

When he first arrived in the Tang Dynasty, the food he ate with his cousin... was really not something that humans could eat. But Yang Deli ate with relish.

"It's delicious." He said seriously.

The students stepped forward silently.

Each person will take one serving, and after taking it, they will squat on the ground to eat.

After finishing the meal, a craftsman looked at the big wooden barrel with unsatisfactory intentions and said, "It would be great if there were such meals."

Such a meal...he actually hopes that every meal will be like this?

The students became even more silent.

In the afternoon, the prototype of the Yangjian Academy was already visible.

The students returned home with blisters or fatigue.

Meng Zhao's father Meng Mi is a fifth-rank official, and his mother Wang is an extraordinary person. He grew up in a honeypot since he was a child and has never suffered any hardships.

"Dalang, why are you so embarrassed?"

Seeing that he was covered in dust, Wang quickly asked someone to take a bath. Then he found that there were blisters on his palms, and Wang felt even more heartbroken.

When Meng Mi returned home, she was also a little surprised to see her son, "I didn't go to the Yangjianyuan today, why is this?"

Meng Zhao said: "Today, my child is working in the Yangjiayuan."

Wang was heartbroken, but Meng Mi glared at her and then ordered: "Eat."

A family of three eats meals.

Lamb is a necessity, plus some dishes, and the staple food is cakes.

In the past, Meng Zhao would have had a lot of food left, but today he was full, but he was still eating.

"Husband." Wang thought his son was a little strange.

Meng Mi shook her head.

After eating, Meng Zhao said, "Aye, don't cook so much for children in the future..."

Wang smiled and said, "My son, I'm afraid you won't have enough food!"

Parents are always like this, worried that their children will not eat enough, so they would rather have more than less.

Meng Zhao thought about the craftsmen today's salivating from the mixed grain cakes, and couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

"My grandma, there are still many people in this world who are not full, so we shouldn't be so useless."

When he thought of Jia Ping'an's nostalgia when eating mixed grain cakes, he strengthened his belief, "It's already great that the child can have mutton every meal now. Also, if the child is an official in the future, the people under his rule eat mixed grain cakes and tasteless dishes every day, but the child is eating mutton, and even a lot of them are left. How can such an official know the suffering of the people?"
To be continued...