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Chapter 135 Blackboard and Chalk

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    ? Teaching the Three Character Classic is far easier than teaching the Analects.

    Teaching in the morning, Han Ce did not go to the Imperial College in the afternoon.

    "Old Yan, Han Ce didn't come this afternoon!"

    Du Wei approached Yan Zhenpan angrily and told Yan Zhenpan about the situation.

    "not coming?"

    "That's right!" Du Wei said, and now the students are sitting in the classroom and don't know what to do.

    "Perhaps something has delayed it!"

    Yan Zhenpan seemed to understand Han Ce, and was not very angry.

    "Old Yan, this trend cannot be encouraged. If all the teachers in the Imperial College follow his example and teach in the morning but don't come in the afternoon, our Imperial College will be destroyed!"

    Du Wei reminded Yan Zhenpan.

    For the sake of the Imperial College, Han Ce must be strictly supervised, and Han Ce must not be allowed to be in the situation he is today.

    He didn't care what Han Ce was like before.

    But now that you are a teacher of the Imperial College, you must look like a teacher.

    As a teacher, you can't do whatever you want.

    "Wait for tomorrow, I'll tell him!"

    Yan Zhenpan agreed with a smile.

    "Master Hou, are you not going to the Imperial College?"

    Lin Nianrou asked Han Ce. After returning from the morning, Han Ce didn't seem to be going out.

    Asked himself how it was going up, Han Ce said everything went well.

    "I have something to do this afternoon, do you want to come with me!"

    Han Ce pretended to be mysterious and asked.

    "whats the matter?"

    "To make blackboards and chalks, the sand table of the Imperial College is useless at all. What those children can see when writing on the sand is completely perfunctory."

    Han Ce said seriously.

    Write on the sand, you can't read the fonts, you can't see the murals, smart children can understand, so what about stupid children?

    People are different, and everyone must be considered.

    "Blackboard? Chalk?"

    Lin Nianrou became suspicious.

    This is the first time she has heard of this thing, but as the name suggests, this blackboard should be a black board. What is this chalk?

    "That's right, black plates, white pens!"

    Han Ce briefly explained that if you can't do this, you won't be able to understand it no matter how well you say it.

    "Let's go!"

    Han Ce took Lin Nianrou around the capital.

    "Move everything into the yard!"

    Han Ce asked Mu Hanfeng and the others to move the things to the yard and arrange them.

    "Master Hou, what are you buying these planks for?"

    Mu Hanfeng asked.

    Their Hou Mansion does not lack these things.

    "I'm going to make a blackboard!" Han Ce picked up a piece of wood in front of him, "Go and get my tools, I have to modify it a little bit!"

    "Nianrou, crush and stir these ink ingots for me!"

    Han Ce asked Lin Nianrou to crush and mix all the ink ingots he bought. Lin Nianrou didn't understand, but he continued to work as Han Ce wanted.

    Mu Hanfeng took the tools and put them beside Han Ce.

    "Go and give me the lime powder and put it into the grinding tool one by one with water and mud, and take it to the kitchen for calcination!" Han Ce immediately arranged a task for Mu Hanfeng.

    After splicing the wooden boards together, Han Ce specially polished the wooden boards.

    "fall!"

    Han Ce asked Lin Nianrou to pour all the stirred ink onto the wooden board.

    "real?"

    "of course it's true!"

    Han Ce nodded, how could he make a blackboard without ink.

    Pour the ink and spread it evenly on the board.

    "See the results tomorrow morning!"

    Han Ce looked at the blackboard in front of him. With the current conditions, he could only make a crude blackboard. If the technology could support him, he would not use ink but make blackboard paint.

    "Master Hou, do you think this will work?"

    Mu Hanfeng brought the burnt lime to Han Ce to take a look.

    "It's not hard enough, it will break when you pinch it, no!" Han Ce picked up a piece of chalk, and gently pinched the chalk to shatter into powder.

    "Then I'll do it again!"

    ? Over and over ten times in the past.

    "This one is not bad!"

      Han Ce finally saw a chalk that he was satisfied with. The size, thickness, and hardness were not bad.

    "Make me fifty according to this and I will take them away tomorrow morning!"

    Han Ce ordered to go on.

    When I woke up the next morning, the ink on the wooden boards in the yard had dried.

    "How about it?"

    Han Ce asked a question.

    Lin Nianrou stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingers became pitch black, "Look?"

    "It should be fine after polishing!" Han Ce had already thought about it a long time ago, and made some polishing wax last night, and coated a layer of wax on the ink.

    All things last night, it was already noon.

    Guozijian.

    Du Wei waited all morning and still didn't see Han Ce.

    "It's really outrageous!" Du Wei said angrily.

    "Mr. Du, Han Ce didn't pay attention to the rules of our Imperial College at all!" Jia Gu fanned the flames, and Han Ce made himself a fool of himself in front of everyone, and he must let Han Ce get out of the Imperial College.

    "If you are so unruly, how can you teach by example!" Du Wei said angrily.

    In the afternoon, Han Ce had someone carry the blackboard to the Imperial College.

    "My Lord!"

    Just as he walked into the gate of the Imperial College, Du Wei stopped Han Ce's way when a voice sounded.

    "Siye!"

    Han Ce smiled and saluted.

    Du Wei looked away from Han Ce, and then glanced at the blackboard behind Han Ce. It was rectangular, and I don't know what it was, wrapped in red cloth. Could it be a plaque?

    "Master Hou, you came to my country to teach in Zijian yesterday, why were you late for no reason?"

    Du Wei asked.

    "I have something to delay!"

    Han Ce explained.

    "Do you know the rules of the Imperial College?"

    "What rules?"

    "A penalty of ten taels of silver for being late!" Du Wei said, actually this is not to say how much people in the Imperial College love money, it is a rule that restrains everyone.

    Guozijian taught that the annual salary for offering sacrifices to wine was two hundred taels, and for office affairs one hundred and eighty taels. By analogy, Han Ce's annual salary was around one hundred taels.

    "so what?"

    Han Ce asked again, as if he didn't understand.

    "Yesterday afternoon and this morning, you violated the rules of the Imperial College twice, and I will deduct twenty taels of silver from you!" Du Wei said.

    After Han Ce listened, he nodded very readily.

    "You did a good job. There are clear rewards and punishments. That's how it should be. If you make mistakes, you should be punished. Si Ye, I support you!" Han Ce said earnestly.

    Seeing Han Ce's serious look, Du Wei wondered if the person he punished was Han Ce.

    Why is Han Ce acting like he has nothing to do with him?

    "you?"

    "Si Ye, I have other things to do, so I'm leaving first!"

    Han Ce didn't wait for Du Wei to speak, and had already left with his people, leaving only Du Wei and Jia Gu standing there blankly, looking at Han Ce's back as he left gracefully.

    "Old Du, what does he mean?" Jia Gu asked.

    "snort!"

    Du Wei snorted coldly, and said in his heart that it would be up to Han Ce to do what he could do after the one hundred taels were deducted. Anyway, in the Imperial College, he had plenty of ways to deal with Han Ce.

    "Hello, teacher!"

    "Hi students, do you miss me?" Han Ce came to the classroom and asked everyone.

    "think!"

    Everyone shouted.

    "Everyone is done, I will show you something today!" Han Ce ordered someone to move the blackboard in, "Put two nails on this wall for me!"

    Han Ce pointed to the wall behind him.

    "Is it true, Lord Hou?"

    "Of course it is true!" Han Ce said.

    "boom¡ª¡ª"

    "what sound?"

    The Gobi classroom was lecturing when they suddenly heard movement.

    "The teacher came from the wall!" The student sitting in the back raised his finger to the wall behind him and said.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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