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42: Chapter 42: Why Aren’t There Bones in Eggs?

42: Chapter 42: Why Aren’t There Bones in Eggs?

Song Qingping, a Tianmen person, was an Imperial Examination Graduate from the former dynasty and had once served as a Scholar of the Hanlin Academy.

He was a man of virtue and wisdom who had seen much of the world.

Alas, the Imperial Court was no more.

Now, Old Master Song was but a commoner, residing in Tianmen.

Along with a group of respected elders from the former dynasty, he wholeheartedly devoted himself to the educational affairs of his hometown, working tirelessly for the country and its people.

Who would have thought that Zhou Yaowen would actually skip lunch at noon…

It was simply unfilial!

Coming out of Qinghe Middle School with the leaders of the Education Bureau, everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere became unavoidably awkward for a moment.

Their obvious displeasure was so apparent, and as all present were cultured people, pretending to be oblivious would have been somewhat unacceptable.

After sending off the leaders, the group headed to Qiuya Tower, ordered two pots of green tea, and as they sat down, they looked at each other with faces full of helplessness.

“Mr.

Song, what do you think of this school?”

Song Qingping shook his head, unsure how to answer this question.

When Zhou Yaowen first came to Tianmen, he gave up a good position as the deputy mayor and insisted on personally overseeing education, becoming the principal of the obscure Qinghe Middle School.

To be frank, it was a blow to the pride of the entire cultural and educational circle at that time.

Many people came to visit, humbly seeking advice.

“If you think there are any problems, we can sit down and discuss them.

Or you can point us in a direction, and we can work towards that.”

“Wouldn’t it demean our capabilities if you had to stoop to do such work yourself, sir?”

Zhou Yaowen just smiled and said nothing, claiming he had only the skill to teach and lacked the virtue to match his position, unable to manage the big picture of Tianmen City.

But those words, “lacking the virtue to match the position,” had caused such a stir at the top echelons of Tianmen City that it had not fully settled even now.

If he admitted to not possessing the necessary virtue, did you think you did?

If time could be turned back twenty years, then no one would have taken notice of this obscure figure.

But the problem was that it was no longer twenty years ago.

The former dynasty had abdicated, and a new government was established.

The President, with the support of the nation, held the Divine Land Imperial Seal and commanded all under heaven.

On his forehead was etched in shining gold the four characters—”Success in Following the Dragon”!

And it wasn’t just success in following the dragon; he was one of the staunchest in that group.

Since returning from studying abroad twenty years ago, he had been associated with the President, who was then just rising to prominence.

Others spent their lives scheming for promotions and wealth, to no avail.

When Zhou Yaowen came to Tianmen, if he wanted an official position, he could choose any post below the rank of mayor.

If he wanted money, there were lines of people ready to make him wealthy enough to buy ten schools with ease.

So why on earth did he choose Qinghe Middle School?

Before he became the principal, not even the rumor of the school’s existence reached most people.

If it had, the school would have likely shut down long ago.

Coeducation and boarding on top of that, oh heavens, hundreds of young boys and girls living together every day—if not for Zhou Yaowen’s presence, the parents would probably have torn the school apart!

As for what was good about this school or how Zhou Yaowen’s teaching methods differed from those of other schools…

Unknown, unfamiliar, incomprehensible.

Those who had been watching with interest could not discern anything special up to now.

Now rumors were circulating that Zhou Yaowen was secretly raising funds to establish a high school division for Qinghe Middle School, which made many, including Song Qingping and other esteemed members of society, even more anxious.

“What is this about privately fundraising?”

“If neither the wealthy are allowed to give money nor these self-righteous educators allowed to contribute, what connection will the future students have with them?”

“Could it be that the line of the Saint’s teachings will be severed with us?”

Some couldn’t help but sigh deeply.

The curriculum of Qinghe Middle School was based on the “First Edition of the New Era Educational Management Regulations” issued by the new government, which drastically cut down on the teachings of the Saints to nearly non-existent levels, while also introducing various Western courses.

Many people felt this “regulation” was nothing more than an empty gesture because many local schools, transformed from private schools and academies, had never offered these courses before and couldn’t find appropriate teachers.

Only because Zhou Yaowen was well-connected and resourceful was he able to staff his school fully.

As for the teaching outcomes…

“Boys and girls sharing the same classroom, their skin touching and their whispers rubbing, frolicking and laughing without restraint—where in such a place of shameless conduct can one find an iota of academic atmosphere?

It might as well be a brothel!”

Some lamented.

“Exactly, exactly.

In the old days…

no matter what, one would at least go at night, but under the bright light of day…

tsk tsk…”

“The morals of society have declined, virtue has been lost!”

“Virtue has been lost!”

Someone shook their head and sighed.

“However, I heard that Little Yuxiu, the courtesan who made quite the stir last year, was sent here to study.

Have you seen her?”

“I did pay attention, and you’re right, there are plenty of pretty girls here…

I don’t know what their families are thinking.

Even if the social climate is more open now, and co-ed classes might be somewhat acceptable, if word gets out that they share classrooms with prostitutes…”

“Watch your words!

That is something we cannot spread recklessly!”

“Hey, we’re just talking among ourselves…”

Some pitied and treasured the beauty.

Song Qingping closed his eyes in thought for a moment, then coughed to attract everyone’s attention before finally speaking, “Gentlemen, we have seen everything there is to see inside and outside of Qinghe Middle School.

I wonder if any of you have any insights?”

Someone smiled bitterly right away, “What insights can we have?

The key issue isn’t that we haven’t shown our utmost sincerity, but that Zhou Yaowen simply doesn’t give us the time of day.

What can we do about that?”

Indeed, the main purpose of the visit led by the Education Bureau and the society’s distinguished education figures was to express their willingness to cooperate with Principal Zhou.

Everyone was eager to pursue progress.

But Principal Zhou simply wouldn’t engage in the conversation.

If you want to look, look.

Once you’re done, get out quickly.

So everyone had to leave, dejected.

In front of Zhou Yaowen, no one had the courage to confront him.

They could only grumble behind his back, careful not to overdo it.

Who knew if there were any shameless individuals among them who might snitch later?

Even standing still and pulling others back could be seen as a form of progress in a sense.

“You have all seen the teaching quality at Qinghe Middle School,”

Song Qingping shook his head and said, “Principal Zhou’s methods are unmatched.

For physics, he managed to find a student who studied abroad to teach, and for PE, he directly selected someone from the military.

Can we compare with that?

When the high school division opens later, I have no doubts he will be able to hire a full complement of teachers.

And us?

Once Qinghe Middle School becomes the benchmark of Tianmen City, how shall we, the descendants of Saints, position ourselves?”

His speech left everyone present with furrowed brows.