Chapter 31 Recruiting Soldiers (Part )

Song Yanjin thanked Xiao Ruan for her concern. Just as he said, the food she had stored was enough to last for ten years during a drought.

Thinking of Sister Song's always being successful, Xiao Ruan picked up the bowl and started eating seriously.

After dinner, Song Yanjin went back to the Confucius Institute to edit books.

At three o'clock in the morning, Bai Zhu, who was dozing off, nodded slowly. She woke up with a startled feeling of falling and rubbed her eyes. "Miss, it's too late. How about writing it tomorrow?"

The young lady had a palm-sized face and a prominent jawline. Bai Zhu looked bitter. She had never expected that running an academy would be so stressful. The carefree days in Lishan Academy were a dream that she could never return to!
Song Yanjin's attention was focused on the system screen. He didn't hear what the little girl said and continued writing furiously.

It was dawn and Baizhu was sleeping when he fell off the table with a loud bang.

"Ahhhh..."

Although the table is low, it still hurts. Bai Zhu rubbed his arms and stood up, saying, "Smash me to death!"

Song Yanjin put down his pen and came over to help her sit down. "Besides the pain in your arm, where else does it hurt?"

Bai Zhu cried and laughed as she moved her limbs, "Don't worry, Miss. Everything is fine."

Song Yanjin rubbed the little girl's head with heartache, feeling secretly regretful that Baizhu had suffered with him.

Song Yanjin asked Baizhu to go back and wash up, and went to the canteen to make breakfast himself, steaming buns and steamed bread, and frying some pickles. The little girl liked buns the most, so he made some more.

After Qingmu and Baizhu came to the cafeteria, Song Yanjin casually took some steamed buns and steamed buns back to the headmaster's courtyard, washed up simply, changed her clothes, and went to the teacher's rest courtyard while eating.

"Miss, do you want to take the book you edited last night?" Bai Zhu asked after tidying up the table and holding the book.

Song Yanjin poured a glass of water and drank it, "No, I haven't finished editing it yet."

Judging from yesterday’s test questions, several students have some basic knowledge. Song Yanjin’s approach is to wait until the book is ready, let them memorize it, apply it flexibly, and answer the questions based on it.

Song Yanjin walked into the lecture hall. The students were all full of energy and put down their books with satisfaction. "Today we will talk about yesterday's test questions."

"The first question is about the relationship between local culture and talent cultivation, with the theme of "Only green water can raise white swans" being the basis for the question.

You all lack knowledge of local culture. Of course, you are all rich kids who are out of touch with the world, so it's not surprising that you know so little. What Xia Yange wrote is all from books, which is flashy but not practical.

Yin Guanshu adapted to local conditions and had unique insights into local talent training, but the evidence for the Huai County he cited was insufficient and could not explain that there were problems with the current management of the county.

Song Yanjin swept his cold eyes over everyone, "Remember this, everyone. You cannot write any comments about the current local officials' improper governance on the answer sheet. The examiner will kill them instantly! You are all rookies, how can you comment on them when you are not in the position."

Yin Guanshu lowered his head in shame. The teacher was teaching him that he was short-sighted.

Song Yanjin looked at the back row and said, "Gu Jiajing, you have a detailed mind. Although you have made no achievements in military tactics, you are thoughtful. When facing a powerful enemy, the first thing you consider is the people."

Gu Jiajing was so angry that he almost vomited blood. You can say that I am not a good person, but you can never say that my military strategy is not good. Before he could stand up and refute, he heard her say,
"To conquer a city, one must have the right time, right place, and right people. You advocate burning the enemy's food supplies in the rear to create unrest, but have you ever considered why the enemy would be so foolish as to only set up a granary?
Our commander only issues orders from the rear, does not fight to shake up the army, and boost morale. Our soldiers are all raised by their parents like you, but they are not as noble as you. They are forced to be exiled, and everyone cherishes their lives. When the morale of the soldiers is low, they hesitate and think too much. Why should they risk their lives for the sake of the country's justice?"

"In short, everyone does everything for the sake of being 'worth it'."

After Master Song said this, Gu Jiajing sat down in despair. He was short-sighted.

Song Yanjin criticized them one by one and pointed out their pain points.

Ye Shiran, who did not take the exam, swallowed his saliva and was glad that he had escaped the disaster!
Xia Yunheng looked at his cousin with admiration. Every time he went to the palace to visit his uncle, he would whisper about state affairs in his ear. At this moment, he seemed to see his cousin giving orders about state affairs. She felt that she was even more powerful than his uncle. A ruler hit his head and the illusion was broken. Instead, he saw his cousin's serious face. She held her head and whined, "Why did my cousin hit me?"

"Please call me Master." Song Yanjin slapped him again. This kid always has no manners.

Xia Yunheng rolled his eyes and buried his head in his notebook, not wanting to see her.

When Baizhu saw that the hourglass had run out, he went out to ring the bell.

The students in the class were still not satisfied. After studying for many years, they felt that they finally understood the profound principles today.

After a simple lunch, Song Yanjin watched Xia Yunheng go to pick up people, and then he took Bai Zhu and Xiao Ruan on the carriage to the slave market.

Xiao Ruan had many acquaintances, so he greeted the manager, and then a large group of people were brought to the yard for selection.

Song Yanjin required two people who knew how to cook, two maids who could clean the house, a servant, two accountants, and one person with experience in managing household affairs.

The cook, the cleaner, and the accountant were easy to find, and they were all selected to stand on the right side. After changing four groups of people in the yard, I finally found a manager who was pleasing to my eyes.

Song Yanjin walked up to her and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl bowed first, then slowly raised her head and said, "Miss, this is Cui Yuanshang."

The little girl has kind eyes and an oval face. She wears linen clothes but has an extraordinary demeanor.

Bai Zhu's questions just now were all about how to deal with emergencies as a manager. Cui Yuanchang answered all the questions very well.

"It's just you."

After Song Yanjin checked off the people, he counted the silver bills with a painful look on his face, took the indentures and took the people away.

Passing by Jinluyi, everyone bought three sets of clothes. Song Yanjin from Cui Yuanshang wanted to choose for her personally, but was rejected.

Song Yuanjin thought it was cost-effective. After the natural disaster, when prices were lower, everyone in Qingyun Academy, from the teachers to the cleaning ladies, would have their clothes custom-made. That would be impressive!
After returning to the academy, he left the person to Bai Zhu to settle down, and took Cui Yuanchang with him, so that she could quickly familiarize herself with the affairs of the academy. The accountant was considering it later, and the stingy Song Yanjin could not bear to hand over the money for the time being.

When we arrived at the teacher's resting yard, we could hear some conversation inside, but there was no loud noise. It seemed that my little cousin had arranged the people very well.

Song Yanjin walked in with a smile, "Mr. Su, you must have been exhausted from the long journey!"

The two people who were kneeling and drinking tea beside the tea table stood up. Xia Yunheng glared at his eldest cousin with wide eyes, clearly showing his dissatisfaction.

Old Su, with gray hair on his temples and a loose Confucian robe that made him look even thinner, had tears in his eyes. He clasped his fists in gratitude and said, "Master Song, I am honored to meet you."

Song Yanjin stepped aside to avoid the courtesy and walked forward, "Thank you, Mr. Su. You are my elder, how can I accept your courtesy."

Old Su looked at the little girl with a smile on his face, his brows relaxed, and he looked like a very knowledgeable person.

That’s right! The person in the letter was very eloquent, and it was roughly what he had guessed.

"Mr. Su, I will take you to the residence. The academy was established not long ago, and servants were just hired today. Please forgive me for any inadequacies." Song Yanjin signaled to his little cousin with his eyes that he could leave, and he led Mr. Su to the residence, introducing the academy's current and future plans along the way.

(End of this chapter)