Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1310 - 1167: Preparing the School (Part 2)

The beggar spoke and came over.

Hearing the beggar’s words, the Centurion suddenly froze. Having been amused by Lin Yi, he had long since squandered his own silver.

Even if he got the answer right, what good would it do? Winning the prize wouldn’t be enough to buy wine.

Oh dear, thanks to this beggar, the Centurion thought to himself. If not for this beggar, he would have lost face immensely today.

So he shouted, "You filthy beggar, don’t come over here. Just looking at you is bad luck. How could you win the lottery? I give up." With that, he returned the paper to the servant and quickly withdrew from the crowd.

As the Centurion left, the others continued with the lottery.

Leaving aside the others, after the Centurion stepped out of the queue, he sneakily checked his own pocket.

How annoying, he thought. Now he estimated that even he was not as wealthy as the beggar, who at least had a few copper coins in his begging bowl.

As the Centurion walked forward, he encountered the carriage of Steward Lu, who had just won the lottery.

"Steward Lu, Steward Lu..." the Centurion hurriedly called out.

Steward Lu was in a particularly good mood today; his harvest was bountiful, and he could return to claim credit with his master.

Hearing someone call him, he immediately had the carriage stop, then opened the curtain and leaned out to look.

When he turned his head, he saw the Centurion’s big face right in front of him.

"Do you have any business? Haven’t I already given you the silver?" Steward Lu said in rare good spirits.

"It’s not about the silver, not about the silver. It’s like this, Steward Lu, will you be buying wine again tomorrow?"

"Why, didn’t you win today?" Steward Lu looked at the empty-handed Centurion and said.

"My luck today wasn’t great, but if you’re buying tomorrow, I can still come and line up." The Centurion said ingratiatingly.

Steward Lu looked at him, then lowered the curtain, but did not move and instead pondered inside.

The subordinates he had brought along mostly lacked culture and couldn’t help with the lottery.

This fellow is cultured, and he could help with this small task. Thinking this, Steward Lu leaned out again.

"I certainly need wine, but you haven’t even won yet. Isn’t it a bit premature to negotiate?"

"Steward Lu, look, although I didn’t score today, what if I do tomorrow? To be honest, it’s not just your house that wants to cooperate with me," the Centurion deliberately paused.

"Oh? Are there other houses trying to compete with us?" Steward Lu immediately showed disdain.

The Centurion hadn’t anticipated such arrogance in Steward Lu; he originally intended to negotiate a better price.

Now he was in a tight spot.

"Why don’t you speak?" Steward Lu saw the Centurion was less enthusiastic than before and asked.

"Curse it, people die for wealth, birds for food," the Centurion thought resolutely and said to Steward Lu, "I stopped you to say, just now other establishments also contacted me, saying they could offer a higher price than yours."

As the Centurion spoke, he watched Steward Lu’s expression.

Steward Lu was indeed somewhat astute; hearing the Centurion’s words, his face showed no unnecessary expression.

But the coachman next to him spoke first, "Who dares to be so bold? Don’t they know which house we belong to? They have a bear’s heart and a leopard’s guts!"

"I didn’t agree," the Centurion hastily clarified.

"Hmph, you wise rascal. If you can cooperate with us long-term, there will naturally be benefits for you. But if you betray us for another, whether you are a Centurion or whatnot, you’ll be left without a leg to stand on."

Steward Lu glanced at the coachman, who immediately shut his mouth. "Don’t listen to him. We’re all about voluntary cooperation. If others offer more, you can go to them."

"But you should be clear what others can provide, and you know our position in this area."

The Centurion broke into a cold sweat, nodded repeatedly. "Yes, of course, I’m aware, aware."

"That’s good then. Enough said. The price remains as before. If there’s wine, you can deliver it to our house directly; silver will be paid immediately. Let’s go, Hou San."

After finishing his words, Steward Lu no longer looked at the Centurion but sat back inside the carriage and instructed Hou San, his coachman, to set off.

After Steward Lu left, the Centurion was frightened, sitting on the ground. He initially thought of earning more but almost compromised himself. The more he thought about it, the more discontented he was, so he went to Baihua Building.

The hotel reported the number of lottery participants to Bai Menghan.

Today, there were only nineteen lottery participants, most of whom were from noble families. Only a few genuine commoners participated.

Thinking about Lin Yi’s plan to establish a school, she knew she had to contribute her part.

Since arriving here, Lin Yi always intended for her to manage the school, especially since she could teach university students back in modern times, not to mention starting from primary education here.

In the evening, Bai Menghan shared her desire to quickly start the school with Lin Yi.

Lin Yi nodded, knowing that his wife was eager, and he was definitely going to support her fully.

During the initial community planning, Lin Yi had already designed the school’s location, and it was naturally built along with the other buildings. The interior had been secretly renovated without Bai Menghan’s knowledge.

After all, Bai Menghan was a modern woman, and modern women value work.

Lin Yi was happy that Bai Menghan could exist as an independent woman, not just his wife or an accessory.

The desks and chairs and other items were all stored in Lin Yi’s system and had already been placed in the classrooms earlier.

Lin Yi gave Bai Menghan a set of first-year primary school textbooks. He cautioned that this project wasn’t something they could whimsically embark on alone, and she couldn’t teach so many people by herself.

I think the urgent task is to cultivate more individuals who can help, and then you can start the school’s courses, don’t you think? Lin Yi said to Bai Menghan.

"Of course, my personal ability is limited. And you know, education isn’t limited to the Capital City; have someone gather the past few years’ top-ranked scholars like the top scorer, the second, and third place winners, so I can test their levels."

"I plan to have these individuals return to their hometowns and establish schools. This way, the court can pay them salaries, and they only need to teach the local children or anyone who wishes to learn."

Lin Yi looked at Bai Menghan, nodded in agreement. "We were thinking along the same lines."

"I also planned to structure it according to our system."

"Exactly, including future exams; it’s not just about the imperial exam. We need to accommodate diverse talents."

"Yes, yes, yes, madam is absolutely right."

After the discussion, Bai Menghan started preparing materials for what would be the first national primary school, warranting extra care.

The following morning, Lin Yi accompanied Bai Menghan for a discreet visit to the school.

Bai Menghan said the place was exactly as she imagined it, with bright windows and neat furnishings. The thought of ancient people being able to study in such good classrooms was enough to make her smile in her sleep.

Bai Menghan looked at Lin Yi and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?"

Lin Yi shook his head, saying, "No, it’s just that you always manage to keep up with my ideas."

Bai Menghan rolled her eyes in disbelief, "After so many years together and raising children, of course, I know what you’re thinking."

Lin Yi nodded, "The one who truly understands me is Menghan."

The two then walked hand in hand back to the palace.

Seeing the master and mistress return hand in hand, the palace staff thought it was beyond what they should witness, so they immediately lowered their heads.

Whenever Bai Menghan saw this reaction, she couldn’t help but chuckle. But as the mother of the nation, she had to slowly teach them proper ways.

[To be continued...]