Before Yang Huairen became the principal, he only thought that being the principal was an extremely easy and majestic thing, except for the student assembly to stand up and say a few words, the rest of the time sat in the comfortable office and drank tea.

And when he really sat in that huge office specially set aside for him, he realized that there is still a lot of hardship in this world, and no profession is easy and easy.

The academy has been built and opened, Yang Huairen thought that he had done everything he should do, and the next time should be to wait for the moment to enjoy the results.

But the reality often chooses to slap us in the face when we feel that we can be leisurely, and the strength may not be great, but the sound is a kind of ironic crispness.

Teaching and educating people is not an easy task, and there are too many issues to consider, which completely exceeds Yang Huairen's optimistic estimate.

In the face of these students who originally had a very low level of education and uneven cooking skills, Yang Huairen was very troubled, and it may be most appropriate to use the word helplessness to describe it at this time.

Yang Huairen was really helpless, and the two senior brothers, Roushi and Lishui, comforted him, saying that it was the first class of students anyway, and no one in our college had any experience, so we should use the first class of students to accumulate experience.

With just one sentence, the first class of students of the Kitchen Academy, who had nearly 2,000 people, became guinea pigs, and I don't know what kind of mood they would feel when they knew that the dean of education had positioned them like this.

Teaching cooking, Yang Huairen is not a big problem, and after taking a few classes, he also has some experience as a gentleman. That is, when the gentleman is not afraid to say the wrong thing, the students are full of respect for the gentleman.

Only then did Yang Huairen understand why the unreasonable teacher who said the wrong question back then took the mistake as a matter of course, and pretended to take it for granted.

The sage also said that knowing mistakes can improve a lot, Yang Huairen felt that he was not as good as the sage, so there was no psychological burden if he made some mistakes.

It doesn't matter if you say the wrong thing, you just don't have to teach the wrong cooking skills, and the formulas and theorems in cooking are also different from those in science, and many times it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, and the taste is different from person to person, so it's actually a good idea to encourage students to be bold and creative and build their own unique style.

After this, the basic cultural course has been strengthened, and it is not so difficult to learn such things as literacy and numeracy, although the students are here to learn cooking, and they have learned some culture by the way, which is also very beneficial to their own cultivation.

As long as you grasp the principle of running a school, you can take your time in other things. Yang Huairen thought about this clearly, and gradually put his mind at ease.

A handwritten edict from Zhao Xu came to the palace, asking Yang Huairen to enter the palace to speak.

Yang Huairen remembered that when Zhang Duan came a few days ago, he conveyed Zhao Xu's will and asked him to appease Zhao Hao, the prince of Jia, who had to be dismissed and mourned.

Yang Huairen said that it would not be that he hadn't entered the city to see Zhao Hao in the past few days, and Zhao Xu, this kid, thought that he had taken the not-so-formal holy decree as a deaf ear.

Yang Huairen hurriedly called the groom to set up a car and enter the city, it doesn't matter if he is confused, don't affect the reputation and reputation of the old man Zhang.

Tokyo City is still the same Tokyo City, half gentle and peaceful, the other half chaotic and noisy.

After Zhao Xu reorganized the government, it seems that there is no difference between the market and before, the lights are still so dazzling, and more people are just busy just to eat, looking from the carriage, the pedestrians with hurried expressions seem to be no different.

The front of King Jia's Mansion is a little deserted, I don't know if it has anything to do with the fallen leaves rolled up by the autumn wind, Zhao Hao has been closed for a long time, and those people who used to talk to King Jia are now very aware of the current affairs and stay away from the depressed person.

Yang Huairen knocked on the door, entered the door, didn't need to say a word, the old waiter in the porter saw that it was him, consciously bowed and saluted, and then gave way to invite him to enter the door.

Not to mention that no one would lead the way, Yang Huairen went to the study to find Zhao Hao by himself. What surprised him was that Zhao Hao was not in the study, and it seemed that no one had entered his study for a long time, although the maids cleaned it every day, they still couldn't hide the silence of people going to the empty building.

Yang Huairen asked the people of the palace and turned his head to look for it in the garden. Walking through a long corridor, I bumped into a familiar figure through the arch, holding a cloak in his hand.

"You're here?"

Yang Huairen smiled and nodded, but for some reason Zhao Fei'er was hazy with tears after seeing him, but his eyes did not leave his eyes, as if he was a little missing and a little resentful.

Yang Huairen didn't know what to say for a while, Zhao Fei'er naturally knew that he was here to comfort his father, so he handed him the cloak in his hand, and then raised his hand and pointed to the pavilion in the garden.

Yang Huairen subconsciously took it, and just thought of greeting this little girl who had not been seen for a long time, but before she could speak, Zhao Fei'er had already turned around and left.

Under the gazebo in the garden, Zhao Yan stood in a plain Confucian shirt with his hands in his hands, not knowing what he was looking at in the sky and sighing.

The sky is already very cold, autumn is almost over, and although the sky is clear, the color of the sky is slightly limited and light, and it looks extraordinarily blank.

Zhao Yu didn't wear the python robe in the words, just the most ordinary plain Confucian shirt, standing there as if turned into a sculpture, only heard some helpless sighs, but never moved.

When Yang Huairen walked behind him, he didn't even notice it, as if he had wandered to another time and space, and everything in reality seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Yang Huairen unfolded the deerskin-lined cloak and draped it on Zhao Hao's back from behind, and Zhao Hao walked out of his world.

Turning his head and seeing that it was Yang Huairen, he just nodded mechanically, and raised his head again to look at the sky.

"Brother Yang is here to be a lobbyist for the official family?"

Yang Huairen didn't expect Zhao Hao to speak first, and he guessed the purpose of his visit this time.

"Half for him, the other half for you." Yang Huairen replied lightly.

"For me?"

"Well," Yang Huairen pointed to the sky, "Do you know how far the sky is?" ”

Zhao Hao was a little confused by such a question, and subconsciously asked, "How do I know?" Do you know? ”

Yang Huairen pointed at Zhao Hao, and then pointed back at his chest, "I don't know how far the sky is, but I know how close our buddies' hearts are." ”

Zhao Hao smiled miserably, "I didn't blame you, you were in that position and did what you had to do." Just like you are coming to comfort me now, it is also what you think you should do now.

In the same way, I am in the position where I am and I have to do what I am supposed to do. ”