After Yang Ying angrily left the academy, she arrived at a manor adjacent to the Governor's Office. When she walked in, the guards on both sides cupped their fists and bowed.
She kicked open the side door and entered the inner courtyard. However, she saw that the hall was empty. She pulled a servant over and asked curiously, "Where's my brother? Where did he go? "
The servant hurriedly replied, "Teacher Yao is here. He seems to be teaching the Protector-General some knowledge."
"Teacher Yao?"
Yang Ying was startled and unconsciously lowered her voice.
At this moment, an old man in his seventies slowly walked out from the inner courtyard. His expression was calm and his eyes seemed to be soaked in worldly affairs.
When Yang Ying saw him, she respectfully bowed and said, "Teacher Yao."
Teacher Yao raised his hand to return the greeting and said, "Yang Weiwei."
Yang Ying anxiously said, "Teacher Yao came out so early. Did my brother do something wrong? Teacher, please tell me. I'll teach him a lesson. "As she spoke, she waved her small fist.
Teacher Yao said, "No, the Protector-General is doing very well. I'm here to ask for leave. Recently, my father has been unwell and needs me to attend to his bedside. I'm afraid I can't teach the Protector-General anymore."
Yang Ying was startled. Her eyes were filled with worry. She said, "Is Husband Yao's health not good again?"
Teacher Yao calmly said, "He has been coughing since the beginning of spring. Later, he recovered a little and barely passed the scholarly examination. Now, his condition is showing signs of worsening."
Yang Ying hesitated for a moment. She said, "But, but, my uncle, he …"
Teacher Yao calmly said, "The Governor agreed."
Yang Ying suddenly felt a wave of disappointment.
Teacher Yao glanced at her and said, "I heard that Weiwei went to class today?"
Yang Ying immediately raised her head. She said, "Yes, my uncle arranged for me to go and learn a foreign language. Teacher Yao is also very good, but he's a little strict."
Teacher Yao said, "Then learn well. Teacher Yao being strict is a good thing for you."
He paused for a moment and said, "Take good care of the Protector-General."
Yang Ying heavily acknowledged.
She turned around and watched Mr. Yao walk out. Looking at his bleak back, she didn't know why, but her nose felt a little sour and her heart felt a little empty.
After a while, she snorted and said angrily, "It must be me who got angry first. Otherwise, why would Sir leave?"
She turned around and walked in with large strides. When the attendants beside her saw her like this, they did not dare to stop her.
Rushing into the inner hall, he saw a delicate Xiao Tong of about ten years old sitting on the throne. He had single eyelids and slightly golden eyes. He was wearing a majestic Viceroy uniform and a crown with a jade necklace hanging from his head. He looked like a little adult.
When Xiao Tong saw her, he put down the things in his hands, stood up, and bowed. "Sister."
Yang Ying rushed forward a few steps, grabbed her brother's collar, and fiercely said, "Speak! Did you do something bad to anger Mr. Yao and make him leave?! "
Xiao Tong's eyes widened in shock. He anxiously said, "Sister, Sir wanted to leave of his own accord. I couldn't stop him."
Yang Ying looked at him suspiciously and said, "Is that so?"
Xiao Tong vigorously nodded.
"Ai!"
Yang Ying let go of her brother and dejectedly sat down on the thick brocade cushion on the side of the room. She felt inexplicably upset, and her eyes were filled with confusion.
Xiao Tong walked to her side and carefully asked, "Sister, are you okay?"
Yang Ying unhappily glared at him.
Xiao Tong looked at her a few more times and asked curiously, "I heard that Sister went to school today. What was it like? Did Sir teach the same things as Mr. Yao? "
"It was like what it should be like."
Yang Ying impatiently replied, but then she remembered that she still had homework to do and suddenly felt like her head was going to explode.
She looked at her brother. Her eyes turned as she said, "Do you want to know what I learned today? Bring a pen and paper. I'll tell you what to write. "
Xiao Tong nodded and crawled to the desk. He brought over a pen and paper and then eagerly looked at her.
Yang Ying coughed and began to dictate.
In the past, everything she learned went in one ear and out the other. She wasn't as smart as her brother, who could learn everything in one go. So, she was prepared to write down as much as she could remember. If she couldn't remember, she would let her brother do whatever he wanted.
She was surprised to find that she remembered everything that was taught in school today. She said it without any hesitation.
After she finished speaking, she felt as if she was in a dream. She snatched the pen from Xiao Tong's hand and poked her cheek. Yes, it hurt a little. She thought to herself, "Could it be that I've always been smart? That I just didn't study seriously before? "
Xiao Tong looked at the words he wrote. His face was full of admiration. "This teacher is as amazing as Mr. Yao."
Yang Ying said unhappily, "You didn't go to class. What do you know?"
Xiao Tong refuted this time, "But sister sometimes can't remember the things that Mr. Yao taught, but sister can memorize everything that this teacher taught."
Yang Ying was stunned. Then, she fell silent.
Xiao Tong didn't know what to do. He tugged at her and asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Yang Ying shook her head and said, "It's nothing." She stood up and went forward to hug her brother. "Mr. Yao told me to study hard and take good care of you. I will do it."
Zhang Yu had already returned to his residence. From the backgrounds of the students today, it wasn't hard to see how important this matter was to the Protectorate.
Originally, as an assistant teacher, he had the duty to teach the children. He wasn't in the academy right now so that he could focus on this and temporarily not be responsible.
However, once he finished teaching the Claw language, he would have to fulfill his duties as an assistant teacher.
Coming to the study, he picked up the newspapers from the table and flipped through them one by one.
There wasn't just one newspaper here, but more than a dozen.
Nowadays, the newspaper couldn't be opened by just one person. They had to have a deep background. Moreover, if anyone dared to privately publish news from other newspapers, then the Criminal Affairs Department would come knocking on their door the next day.
In this way, the same news published in different newspapers might not be the same. He compared them with each other and observed and analyzed from many angles. It was beneficial for him to make more accurate judgments about some key news.
He noticed that recently, most of the newspapers had reported that the Protectorate was hunting down heretic believers. Moreover, the frequency was very high.
As he was flipping through, he found a small newspaper that looked familiar. Thinking back, it was very similar to a newspaper he saw on the docks when he arrived at Auspicious Light.
The content above was very eye-catching. It said that a village of hundreds of people outside Auspicious Light City disappeared overnight. It was suspected that they were lured away by some heretic believers. However, the specific date, location, and name of the village were all absent. It was hard to believe the authenticity of this.
He thought for a while, then called Li Qinghe in and asked, "Where did you buy this newspaper?"
Li Qinghe replied, "Sir, it was in a newspaper. Qinghe thought it was also a newspaper, so I didn't take it away."
Zhang Yu: "If you see it again next time, don't throw it away. Bring it back."
Li Qinghe said, "Sir, I will remember."
At this time, Zhang Yu flipped through again and happened to turn to the newspaper printed by the Hanmo Newspaper House. He looked around and saw an article in the lower right corner. It was the one he asked Li Qinghe to give to An Lu Residence. Presumably, many people should have seen it now.
In Auspicious Light East City, in a luxurious courtyard covering more than ten acres, in the magnificent main building, Duan Mo wore glasses and was flipping through today's newspaper.
However, he found that the place where clothes and food were originally introduced was replaced by an unfamiliar article. He felt a little strange and a little regretful at the same time. Just as he wanted to see what this article was about, he heard a clear bell ring. An attendant outside the door reminded, "Yamen Lord, Shaolang is back."
Duan Mo came to the window and saw a carriage driving in from outside the house. A round little fatty came down from it, but he didn't go to the main building. Instead, he went straight to the kitchen.
After waiting for a while, a servant in his thirties came up and said awkwardly, "Yamen Lord, please forgive me. Shaolang is also hungry. He ate a lot along the way, but he still says he's hungry."
Duan Mo smiled and said, "It's okay. He knows he's hungry. This is using his brain! Well, today's Sir has some skills. "He said to the servant," Let him come to me after eating. I have something to ask him. "
The servant bowed with cupped hands and retreated.
Duan Mo returned to the recliner, picked up the newspaper, and flipped back to the article just now.
It was written that many native tribes liked to worship the god of cleanliness, "Weng Nu", and put his statue in their homes. Even some villages under the protectorate had special altars.
Not only that, but many people in Tianxia also had this habit. Although the protectorate had repeatedly banned it, the effect wasn't great. The reason was that the statue had the ability to expel rats, snakes, and poisonous insects.
But at this point, the article changed direction. It said that many people thought this was a gift brought about by divine power, but in fact, it was a "scam" that had been going on for thousands of years.
Duan Mo looked at the front. He originally thought that someone in the Commissar had issued a reprimand forbade the worship of gods, but he became interested after reading this. He sat up straight, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. He spread the newspaper and continued reading.
It was written that the god "Weng Nu" had this ability because he used a kind of wood called "Huli wood".
"Huli wood" was a kind of wood that grew near Mount An. It was usually used to make furniture, and almost everyone had it in their homes. But very few people knew that as long as Huli wood was more than two hundred years old, its tree core would give birth to a weak plant spirituality due to its age. From there, it would have the ability to expel rats, snakes, and poisonous insects.
The article said that perhaps the ancient indigenous people had discovered the use of the Hulimu tree core and carved it into a statue of a god. Later, they thought that the god had blessed them, but in fact, the people who had blessed them were actually themselves and not something else.
And in the last paragraph, the article also taught people how to distinguish the exact age and authenticity of Huli wood, as well as various ingenious methods to expel insects and ants when there was no such wood core.
After Duan Mo finished reading, he suddenly understood.
He felt that it was very interesting. In the past, most of the things published in the newspaper were righteous and strict. Even the delicacies that he liked before used very rigid words. It was rare to see such an interesting article that could unravel the mystery.
Moreover, the entire article had clear logic, precise sentences, and was not lacking in humor. It also involved a lot of knowledge, and this was definitely not something that ordinary people could write.
His gaze involuntarily moved to the bottom and saw that the name was "Tao Sheng".
He thought for a moment and realized that he had never heard of this name before. He guessed that the other party must be a teacher or a scholar of Taiyang Academy. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be published in the Hanmo newspaper.
Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and then a person who looked like a steward hurried in.
He looked up and said, "What's the matter?"
The steward bowed and said, "Yamen Lord, the Yamen of Civil Affairs requests for a hundred firearms from the armory."
Duan Mo took off his glasses and said with a frown, "We just gave them a hundred last month. Why are they asking for more this month?"
The steward sighed, "It's not their fault. I heard that a few days ago, the Yamen of Civil Affairs discovered a sacrificial site of a heretic. The two sides fought, and it's said that more than fifty people were killed or injured, and more than thirty firearms were stolen."
Duan Mo frowned, "Is it that serious?"
The steward said helplessly, "The Yamen of Civil Affairs is also full of complaints because this matter should've been handled by the Army of God. However, Yamen Lord also knows that after this meeting, the Army of God announced that they would be reorganizing and transferring everyone back …"
Duan Mo sighed, "This is putting pressure on the Commissar. It looks like someone from the Commissar will have to step forward and resign to appease the Army of God." He pondered for a moment and said, "Give them, give them another hundred firearms!"
The steward was shocked. "Yamen Lord, isn't that too much?"
Duan Mo said in a deep voice, "Not at all. The weapons can be reforged if they break, but the people are gone. The lives of the people of Tianxia are much more precious than those heretics!"
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