Lu Gong was a legendary figure in Huacheng's education circle. He was called the "Prime Minister of the Academic World" by the former Prime Minister. He was frequently received by national leaders both at home and abroad. From this, one could see how high his status was.
A few decades ago, Hua Xia's Guangnan was a weak province in education. Compared to some of the northern provinces with big college entrance exams, the number of students who could get into famous schools could be counted on one's fingers.
After Lu Gong returned from studying abroad, he immediately threw himself into the cause of strengthening the education system in Hua Xia. He carried out a reform of the education system. He led various channels such as government investment and private donations to raise funds for the education industry. He invited outstanding talents from all over the country and even the world to take up important positions.
He successively served as the principal of Huacheng High School, Huacheng Second High School, Third High School, Ninth High School, Guangnan First High School, and Hua Xia Normal University High School. He was not greedy for money or power. When he found that someone was more suitable than him for the position of principal, he immediately gave up his position.
Rosefinch Secondary's predecessor was Huacheng 29th High School. It was also the school where he served as the last principal. 29th High School was the worst school in Huacheng. Whether it was the school environment or the students' results, it was ranked last.
He proposed to reform the school and introduce private funds to build an elite school. The government accepted Lu Zhang's suggestion, and No. 29 High changed its name to Vermilion Bird High School. After receiving funding from the outside world, the school's environment was remodeled, and outstanding teachers from society were recruited with generous salaries. After more than ten years of hard work by countless people, it was finally built into a school that was second to none in Huacheng, or even all of Huaxia.
In the past few decades, the education industry in Hua Xia had also greatly improved. Every year, there were countless students who got into the top ten schools in the country. There were also many students who were specially recruited by famous foreign schools.
Lu Gong was old and tired. After resigning from his position as principal of Rosefinch High School, he stayed in his old house by the Sparrow River to live out the rest of his life.
Rosefinch Secondary later built a new batch of teaching staff rooms and prepared a small courtyard for the school leaders. Lu Gong did not want to move into these new houses. He still lived in the small building he used to live in.
Fang Yan followed his grandfather into the courtyard. A kind-looking old lady quickly came out and said with a smile, "Fang Yan, you and your grandson went out. You haven't had breakfast, right?"
"I drank a lot of tea," Lu Gong said. "Do you have sweet potato porridge?"
"It's still in the pot. "I'll cook it for you."
"No need. Porridge is fine, "Lu Gong said. "Fang Yan, have a bowl too."
"Fang." Fang Fang Yan and Yan.
"Lu is." The old lady. In the past, Fang Yan had always lived in the north, and the old couple rarely had the chance to see him. Now that her grandson had come to work for them, she naturally had to take care of Fang Yan's daily life.
"Whatever." Lu Gong waved his hand and said.
The old lady happily went to stir-fry some side dishes. Fang Yan and Lu Gong sat at the dining table and each filled a bowl of sweet potato porridge to eat.
"Grandma's porridge is really good." Fang Yan praised.
Lu Gong raised his head and glanced at Fang Yan. He carefully chewed the food in his mouth without saying a word.
Fang Yan understood his grandfather's meaning and tactfully shut up.
He knew that his grandfather adhered to the habit of not talking while eating or sleeping. When eating, he didn't like to talk or listen to others.
Grandma's movements were swift, and she quickly brought out two side dishes that went well with the rice. One was lettuces, and the other was stir-fried green beans with meat.
Fang Yan ate to his heart's content and went to get another bowl of porridge. Lu Gong put down his bowl and chopsticks, indicating that he was already full.
Fang Yan ate another bowl of appetizers before putting down his chopsticks in satisfaction.
"Follow me to the study." Lu Gong said. After that, he stood up and left.
"Okay." Fang Yan agreed.
"You just dropped the bowl. Why don't you let me sit down and rest …" Grandma complained while cleaning the table.
Lu Gong didn't respond. He took Fang Yan to the study on the second floor.
Lu Gong's study was 200 square meters, occupying more than half of the entire second floor. The other half was the balcony, where he could sit down and drink tea, smoke, or play Five Animal Frolics twice to exercise.
Apart from a wooden table and chairs in the study, there were bookshelves everywhere. The bookshelves were filled with books of different sizes and colors.
There were rare books from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, manuscripts of unofficial history, biographies of famous people, general history of China and the world, poems from the Tang and Song dynasties, philosophy, education, music, and fine arts … Rather than calling it a study, it would be better to call it a small library.
What impressed Fang Yan the most was that Lu Gong was not the kind of person who flaunted his knowledge. He deliberately bought these books and hid them at home in order to show others that he was knowledgeable. He was a real book lover. He had read most of these books and even made a lot of comments and wrote dozens of reading notes in them.
The reason why Lu Gong retired early was that he felt neglected by these "old friends".
Fang Yan didn't have many opportunities to come to the south, and he had only been able to enter his grandfather's study a few times. He looked at the huge study enviously and reached out to take a thread-bound book called "Zuo Zongtang's Anecdotes" from the bookshelf.
"Stop." Lu Gong shouted.
Fang Yan quickly withdrew his hand and looked at Lu Gong in confusion.
"Wash your hands first." Lu Gong pointed to the corner and said.
"My hands are clean."
"That's what you think."
Fang Yan smiled bitterly. He had to wash his hands and wipe them with a white towel before he dared to touch these little treasures.
"Every book is the author's painstaking effort. You must have respect for words, "Lu Gong educated him.
"I understand." Fang Yan looked at the Romantic History of Liu Sanbian in his hands and was immediately filled with respect.
Lu Gong sat down in front of the desk and looked at Fang Yan. "Fang Yan, you want to make friends with Du Qing?"
"It's not exactly making friends." Fang Yan smiled. He walked in front of Lu Gong and explained, "It's borrowing each other's power. He wants to borrow your power, and I want to borrow his power … "
"Just teach and educate people. Borrowing power?"
Fang Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Grandpa, that's what I thought too. But didn't you see the actual situation? I didn't provoke anyone to be my language teacher, but they did this to me … Two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how strong the boss is, it can't withstand a group attack. There has to be a teammate to help at the critical moment. Even if they don't help, it's fine to stand at the side and shout … "
Lu Gong pondered and said, "Have you found the person behind the scenes?"
"I've finally found it," Fang Yan said.
"Who is it?" Lu Gong's eyes were sharp as he said coldly.
Fang Yan knew his grandfather's stubborn temper. If he knew who the enemy was, he would definitely fight them to the death. He was strict with himself, but he also doted on him.
"Grandpa, leave this matter to me," Fang Yan said with a smile. "If you let an old man handle everything, wouldn't it make your grandson seem incompetent?"
"Be careful," Lu Gong reminded him. "It's not like before."
"I understand," Fang Yan agreed.
"Teach and educate people well and bring out a few good seedlings … I don't expect you to make all the students in your class great. I also know that it's not realistic. However, if you can bring more good students out, you will be making a great contribution to society. "Lu Ken tried his best to persuade him. He had been an educator his whole life, so as long as there was a chance, he would 'educate' people.
This was also the reason why his grandmother had repeatedly asked Fang Yan to stay, but he still insisted on renting a house outside. He wasn't afraid of his grandfather and father who knew martial arts, but he was afraid of his grandfather who was a scholar who didn't even have the strength to truss a chicken.
"I will work hard to learn from you, Grandpa." Fang Yan took the opportunity to flatter him.
Lu Gong's expression looked better as he said, "I didn't approve of you learning martial arts in the past. In times of peace, what's the point of learning those fighting and killing skills all day? Isn't it enough to practice the 'Five Animal Frolics' and do a few rounds of Tai Chi every morning? Reading more is the right way. You will naturally have a scholarly air. "
"You're right, Grandpa." Fang Yan thought of the burning feeling in his Dantian again. He knew that he must have been touched by something, or else this wouldn't have happened. He said, "Grandpa, you faced so many strong enemies today. It made my blood boil. I admire you."
"Strong enemies? They're just gangsters. "Lu Gong sneered. "They are afraid of me. I don't fear them. Du Qing worked his way up from the bottom, so he naturally knew that life wasn't easy. What's in it for them to torture my old bones? "
"If only I could do the same as Grandpa," Fang Yan said with a smile. This sentence wasn't completely flattering, but it also had his true thoughts. When he saw his grandfather proudly say, "I know your family is rich and has many disciples. Let's see what you can do to me today." His heart was really touched.
"Why can't you do it?" Lu Gong asked. "You've been well-read since you were a child, and your martial arts are superior to your peers. You write well, draw well, know how to play the zither, play the flute … You're smart and observant. You have much more than me and many people. Why can't you do it?"
"…" Fang Yan looked at his grandfather in surprise. Why did this old man think so highly of him?
"Because you lack spirit," Lu Gong said seriously. "A man can't stand without a soul. The reason why you're a man is not because you're eight feet tall, but because you have spirit. Napoleon was five feet two inches tall, but he rode his horse and pointed his sword at the world, becoming a great man of his generation. Fang Yan, you have so many talents, why can't you get what you want? "
Spirit!
You lack spirit!
Fang Yan seemed to be possessed, and his mind kept repeating this sentence.
The burning feeling in his Dantian became stronger again, as if it was burning a hole in his flesh.
His forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face became extremely ugly.
Boom …
There was a sharp pain in his mind, like fireworks exploding in a galaxy.
The sky was full of stars, dazzling.
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