In another corner, the boy named "Qing Ge'er" was also there, holding a book and reciting it.

In the bun on Qing Ge'er's head, the square-length silver hairpin was still bright.

That was what Fang Changxing gave him when he saw the little boy picking up money and was given by him casually. Fang Chang was also impressed by Qing Ge'er's mother, the slightly stubborn Madam Qiao, who refused to give up the money.

In another class, Fang Chang also met Xu Wuren, the son of Lao Xu, the owner of the mutton noodle stall in Huqiao Town.

I haven't seen it for a long time, Wu Ren's size has grown a little bit again, and the young man who was a little rich at the time also became a little thin.

The classroom is very new, and it seems that with the expansion of recruitment, it has been reset here.

The temperature was right at this time, and all the windows were set up high just to better lighting. There were podiums and podiums inside, wooden blackboards that had been brushed ink as suggested by the square long before, and chalk-made powder blocks for writing.

Several young scholars were carrying rulers and wandering around in the classroom, answering the children's doubts from time to time or correcting the next sentence.

There are several large trees outside, and there are neat vegetable beds in the yard, which are green inside. This is the result of teachers and students going to the field together. It is said that several school fields within the outer city are also taken turns to cultivate.

In the words of two Mr. Jian, the world is based on agriculture. No matter which industry or industry, it is beneficial to understand some agriculture. Therefore, the school specially opened agricultural science to allow students to work themselves and increase their understanding of agriculture.

I went around several classrooms and was very satisfied.

The two brothers Jian Zhengchu and the Qing Dynasty were operating here, and they did have a new atmosphere.

This is enough.

Fang Chang got rid of his condition of "why meet someone" and did not say hello to anyone, and turned around and went out.

He searched for the path according to his memory and found the Xingqing Mansion Library.

I haven't come to Xingqing Mansion for a while, and the scene here has not changed much. Various buildings are as usual, with only some traces of repair. Even though the pace of life is much faster than that of the countryside, the people in the city are still living leisurely and comfortable, and the buildings in the city are not updated so quickly.

He took out Jian Zhengchu's bamboo card and Fang Chang walked into the library smoothly in a normal way.

Behind the short counter at the entrance, the one who managed the books was still the "equivalent exchange" Lu Shaoyuan. The young man was quick to go straight. Compared to last time he met, the boy was a few inches taller and his clothes were a little dissuasive.

It seems that in this position, he can read a lot easily, and Lu Shaoyuan's temperament is even more beautiful. It is obvious that during this period, he has put a lot of knowledge into his stomach.

There are many people coming and going.

Some come to borrow books, some find places to read and take notes, and some sit in a better position to copy books to the library to compensate for the borrowing fee.

In the library, there were not only scholars who came and went, but also ordinary literate people. They took out their vouchers and took the books and walked away quickly. Fang Chang also saw someone holding the books and found a flat place to sit down, then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then carefully opened the book and read it hungrily.

Xingqingfu Library was renovated by warehouses, and doors and windows were expanded by craftsmen, making waterproof floor tiles, and the lighting was very good. In the library, rows of experiences have gone through vicissitudes, and the mottled and worn bookshelves emitted a scent of ink, which made people feel peaceful.

Fang Chang walked up and gently tapped the counter with his middle finger knuckles. Then he asked with a low laugh without affecting the voices of people around him:

"Why don't you go to class?"

Lu Shaoyuan, who was piled up a few borrowing records by his hand, was buried in the book in his hand. When he heard the movement in front of him, he immediately raised his head. Seeing that it was Fang Chang, he was obviously surprised:

"Is it...Mr. Fang? Long time no see, welcome."

Fang Chang nodded, saying hello.

He took out the bag of dried fruit from the Western Regions from the package and handed it to Lu Shaoyuan, and then repeated the question.

Lu Shaoyuan took it politely, replied after thanking him:

"We, the disciples of our teachers, don't have to go to class, we just need to learn according to the tasks given by the teacher."

Le Dong, the manager of Xingqingfu Library who came next to him, also came over and said:

"Junior Brother Lu is a closed disciple of the gentlemen. From then on, he no longer receives personal news. He is talented, has a great memory, and has surpassed many junior brothers who have entered the door earlier than him. He no longer has to attend classes like children of the same age."

Pointing to the library where he is located, Lu Shaoyuan smiled and said:

"And this is a good place to do academic research! There are many classics, and I can read them casually on weekdays. Being able to do things in this library is really the best in the world. Sitting in a corner but being able to see all over the world is almost the dream job of our scholars."

There are a lot more books in the library.

As if seeing Fang Chang's gaze, the manager Le Dong introduced with a little proud look:

"There are many people around the world who come to borrow books every day. Some celebrities donated their books to collect books, so the library specially built a new house for collection. However, the big part of the library expansion is still the books handwritten by readers."

"According to the rules of the library, those who cannot afford to pay the reading fee will only need to use the pen, ink and paper provided by the library to copy a few books neatly for the library. After proofreading and confirming that the borrowing fee can be offset. Even some people who are not short of money at home will participate, and readers regard this as an elegant matter."

"Generally, three or five books will be kept in the library for everyone to borrow. The excess will be sent to other places - many prestigious scholars in prefectures and counties also follow Xingqing Prefecture and open a library to benefit the hometown, and make the local culture and education good, and they are very proud of their words."

"These newly opened libraries are very eager for replenishing books, especially those rare and lonely copies. After receiving gifts from the library, they often return gifts, give back some books, those with pens, inks and papers, and those with abundant funds will give back some silver and money as a thank-you ceremony."

"In addition, the library also contacts all over the country to buy the printed copies that are not available in the library. The money you left behind last time was also used here."

Looking around, beside the table and on the bookshelf, many readers stood or sat, some squatted on the ground, some held the books in their hands as if they were hungry to read, some sat upright beside the table and recited, and some were just roughly selected and held in their hands, ready to lend them out for enjoyment. Fang Chang smiled:

“So good, very good.”

"We came to the library today to see what it has become, and to sponsor a little more."

After saying that, he reached behind and took out all his income in the Western Regions. Without waiting for Lu Shaoyuan and Ledong to react, he stuffed it into their hands, and then floated away.

Donating has no purpose, but Fang Chang thought it was good, so he did this.

The school of the two Mr. Jian is the future, and here is the present.

Under the great disaster, whether you hear or see in the world, it is mostly declining and gradually decayed, and the best thing is to keep your usual appearance.

Only in Xingqing Prefecture, the human race has flourished and has the momentum to drive the surrounding areas.

It is truly a place where infinite merits gather.

It's very good here.

Fang Chang thought, looked up at the bright warm autumn sun, then tightened his bags on his back, preparing to find a carriage to leave Xingqing Prefecture City and head west to Huaifeng Prefecture.
Chapter completed!