Through Time Chapter 20

In the bullock cart, the modest and polite young man is talking to Kong A.

“Sir, why are you thinking of teaching at a stately home this time.”

Kong Jia wanted to say something but stopped, the young man in front of him had a special status.

What happened between him and Qin Shi Huang was not easy to say explicitly.

So back to.

“I, Confucianism, am for the edification of all the people, in the city or on the stately home.”

“Only, this time, I’m going to trouble the Duke to rest.”

With a slight twinkle in his eye, the young man smiled back and

“Sir, just call me Zhao Xie, I also happen to see the plight of the people.”

Kong A nodded appreciatively and said.

“It is good that you have this heart, but you must not be impatient in everything.”

Zhao Xie nodded his head in response.

The oxcart went on its way, and in the evening, a manor house appeared in front of them.

A burst of lively sounds came from inside.

Wherever it was, it would be lively if there were nearly a hundred teenagers gathered together.

Inside the manor.

Zhao Lang watched the lively scene in the courtyard and a smile appeared on his face.

Wangcai was distributing the porridge at this time.

Dinner on the farm was a bowl of congee.

Under the supervision of the go-getters, everyone is lined up in two disciplined lines.

“My lord, I will serve you a bowl of congee first.”

Wangcai saw Zhao Lang and hastily offered his hospitality to.

The others naturally had no problem with it.

Zhao Long, however, smiled back and

“Everything comes first, you serve the porridge to everyone first.”

Wang Cai could only continue to share the porridge.

Hearing this, Go Die on the side gave Zhao Lang a faint glance.

There were several servants helping out today, and although there were more people, the porridge was being shared faster than yesterday instead.

In a short time, everyone got their porridge, and only the two of them, De-Death and Zhao Lang, were left.

Going to death looked at the little porridge left and swallowed, but spoke to

“House Master, you first.”

Still smiling, Zhao Lang said that

“I said, first come first served.”

Go to hell this time no longer excused himself and directly took a bowl to serve the porridge.

At this point, there was only some of the bottom some porridge water left.

“Gongzi, I’ll go and cook another bowl for you.”

Wangcai hurriedly said at this point.

“Isn’t there just one more bowl here? Just give it to me.”

Zhao Lang said with this last remaining porridge.

Wang Cai looked embarrassed, he really didn’t want his own son, to eat the rest of the food.

But what happened yesterday also showed him that he could not refuse.

So he could only serve Zhao Lang’s porridge.

When he got the porridge, Zhao Lang, like everyone else, took the bowl and squatted in the courtyard and drank it.

The young boys and girls in the courtyard all peeped at Zhao Lang from time to time.

When they entered the manor, everyone was shocked by how big it was.

Once they entered the stately home, they were told by Hef and the others that this man, who looked like he had walked out of a painting, was the owner of the stately home and the head of their family.

In future, they would have to obey his orders.

But shouldn’t the master of the house be above them?

Now the head of the family was actually eating the last of their leftover food and squatting with them.

And this wasn’t the first time.

Being stared at by dozens and nearly a hundred gazes, even if Zhao Lang was dull, he could still notice it.

As soon as he lifted his head to look back over, everyone jerked their gazes back.

Zhao Lang didn’t think anything of it, everyone was unfamiliar with him now and this was a normal reaction.

It would be fine after getting along with each other for a long time.

Zhao Lang looked to the side of Go to hell, the other party was licking the bottom of the bowl.

His movements were extremely natural.

“Not full?”

Zhao Lang asked.

Going to death froze for a moment and looked at the remaining porridge in Zhao Lang’s bowl and said, without meaning to

“No… I’m full.”

Zhao Lang said at once.

“That’s a pity, I can’t drink half of this bowl of porridge, so it looks like I’ll have to pour it out.”

“Poured?”

Go to hell and stare straight away.

Zhao Lang laughed and

“Why don’t you go and pour it for me.”

Without even pushing back a little, Go to Death took Zhao Lang’s bowl and responded, loudly

“Yes, House Master!”

Then he took the bowl and went to the side.

Of course, Zhao Lang knew that this half bowl of congee must have gone into the stomach of the go to hell.

“My lord, a bullock cart has come outside the door, saying that it is a gentleman who teaches.”

At this time a servant came over to report to.

“The gentleman has arrived? How can he be so quick! ”

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Lang’s eyes, the

“Go, go, go, hurry up and meet.”

It was no wonder that Zhao Lang was excited, in the past few days, he had sort of figured out the status of the readers in the Great Qin.

Just looking at the whole manor, apart from Uncle Fu and an accountant, including himself, all of them were actually illiterate!

It was simply terrifying!

When Zhao Lang quickly arrived at the entrance of the manor, he saw an old man, with a young man in his early twenties, getting off the ox cart.

“Welcome! Welcome!”

Zhao Lang went straight forward and shook hands, trying to express his enthusiasm.

The two people on the other side of the table, however, were left bewildered.

Luckily, Uncle Fu arrived in time to defuse the awkwardness.

“Old man Kong Yi, this is my disciple Xie.”

The old man was none other than Kong A. Kong B was the name he had made up.

Zhao Lang was already immune to these strange names of the Great Qin.

After introducing each other and settling the two men down, Zhao Lang explained what had happened to the child.

“There are actually as many as 95 of them? And women?”

Kong A was also stunned for a moment that

“And all of them have passed the best initiation period.”

Zhao Lang smiled at this point and said that

“As the ancestors have said, there is education for all, no matter the age of men or women, as long as they have the desire to learn, they should all have the opportunity to be educated.”

A hint of oddity appeared on the face of Kong A. He was the fifth generation descendant of Confucius and the current head of the Confucian family.

Now he was being lectured by someone using the words of his own ancestor, which was interesting.

So back to that.

“What the Duke said was very true, it was the old man who was narrow-minded.”

“Then from tomorrow we can begin.”

“But one needs to make sure that one needs to have at least two hours of study time each day.”

Kongjia didn’t know why there were so many children on this farm though.

But children of that age were already labourers.

Now that it was almost time for spring ploughing, there must not be so many people left idle.

So he had to get the other side in advance, to ensure that the children had time to study, otherwise such study would be of no use at all.

“Two hours?”

Zhao Lang frowned, in the Great Qin, an hour was almost about two hours.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, in a previous life they would have been in high school and studying would be like playing with their lives.

Now he was actually studying for only four hours a day, this was a joke.

Thinking that Zhao Lang disagreed, Kong A frowned and said that

“An hour and a half, no less.”

Zhao Lang’s eyes glared and said that

“No, at least four hours!”

Kong A’s mouth opened slightly at once.

Zhao Lang continued to say that

“Sir, it’s settled, a minimum of four hours of lessons per day.”

If he hadn’t been thinking about the physical training he had to do, Zhao Lang would have set a longer time.

Kong A froze for a moment before he returned that

“Just listen to what the Duke says.”

Only then did Zhao Lang nod in satisfaction and say that

“Alright then, take a good rest today sir, and start teaching tomorrow.”

Then he left.

When Zhao Lang had left, Kong Jia asked Zhao Xie, who had not said anything just then.

“What do you think of this Gongzi Lang?”

Zhao Xie looked at the direction in which Zhao Lang had left and said that

“A wolf’s son is ambitious, a man of my generation.”