Ye Hui recently followed up the progress of printing while teaching, and it is not difficult to take care of both. It's just that the hidden crisis of the academy has caused Ye Hui to have a headache every day and can't sleep every night.

Just thinking that the treasure he worked so hard to manage might gradually grow into an elephant because he was too kind, and now he felt a little breathless, afraid that it would crush himself into a pulp.

How is it good?

The banner of free has been played, and it is impossible to charge for it. This is not to say that the tuition fee of the previous semester was a silver ingot, but this semester the price has increased, becoming a silver ingot and a copper plate, and most of the small changes are not cared about as long as they are notified in advance.

But Bowen Academy is different, from free to charged for a copper plate, that is also from zero to one, then the world will laugh and say: "Look at this Mr. Shuijing, a two-sleeved breeze and regard money as dung, but now that the academy is open, there are more customers and finally can't hide the horse's feet, and the fox's tail is leaking." ”

"Heh, I saw it from the beginning, how can there be a free lunch in the world? At this time, if the students in the academy leave, he will bite back that the students will not pay the tuition fees for class. ”

"That's right, the more people who don't care about money, the more they love money!"

People are very realistic animals, they support what is good to them, and they reject what is bad to them.

It's not that Ye Hui pays attention to fame or has a big family, but he doesn't dare to show his strength, it's because the thatched house where Ye Hui just crossed over and lived is really the prototype of this Bowen Academy. Now, after his many efforts, this is not only his own home, but the home of thousands of students, and he cannot tolerate the slightest defilement of his home.

Combined with the previous problem, in the end, there are still too many students in the college, and as long as you have a studious heart and honestly fill in your name, home address, etc., you can enroll, and the threshold for learning is too low.

This is the best place to start.

If the entry threshold is low, then the threshold should be higher. Then remove the trash fish that came to eat mixed rice, and create an opportunity for students who really want to study hard but have not enrolled in school.

In addition, some people have succeeded in learning and have nothing to teach, but because they are worried about the turbulent times outside, they dare not step out of the school gate to realize their life value, so they have been nesting in a small well in the academy, which is also very bad.

The academy should not be a sea containing hundreds of rivers, but a rushing stream, which keeps the water flowing at all times, ensuring the flow of old things and the inflow of new things in order to keep it fresh.

The idea is there, it's just a question of how to achieve it.

On the next day, Ye Hui made an appointment with Diao Chan Wenji and even Shang Xiang's three daughters in the backyard pavilion.

Ordered someone to make a pot of good tea and send it later, and to come to the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, after preparing completely, Ye Hui pinched the time early, and it was estimated that a few girls would come a little slower, so they sat on the railing and looked up at the moon.

Ye Hui finally knew why there were so many poems about the stars and the moon in ancient times, because it really hurt his eyes to warm the book at night through candles, and he could only look at the scenery when it was dark. And where to see the scenery at night, I only stare at the glowing globular celestial bodies in the sky and the stars near it that seem to be a little bit, but in fact each one is actually a hundred times larger than the sun.

"The white rabbit pounded the medicine, and asked who Yan was dining with? The toad has eroded the round shadow, and the bright night has been destroyed. Seemingly bored, Ye Hui couldn't help but chant a part of Li Taibai's "Gulang Moon Walk" that he thought was very interesting.

"Sir, good Yaxing!" Wen Ji was very excited when she heard a good poem, this woman usually looks weak and gentle, not that she pretends, she is such a woman in her bones, but whenever people talk about poetry and songs, they become excited and cheerful.

"Wen Ji is here?" Ye Hui didn't look back, he just stared at the sky and could see his spirit. In this era, there is no industrial pollution, no light pollution, and the summer night is exceptionally clear, and the whole Milky Way clearly divides the sky into two, which is really mysterious and beautiful.

"Milky Way", a river with silver stars, what a romantic name! Why didn't I find out before, sure enough, time passed slower, and life was more leisurely, so I had such leisure and elegance to chew words.

"Sir, we're here too." Shang Xiang and Diao Chan answered together.

Ye Hui smiled and said, "Let's start, I have something I want to talk to you about." ”

Turning around, he saw that Wen Ji was stealing pen and paper, recording the verses she had just sang.

After a stick of incense, Ye Hui had already explained to the third daughter in detail about his recent troubles.

After Ye Hui finished speaking, the three girls all took the teacup and tasted it, and there were words in their throats, but they didn't know how to speak.

After pondering for a while, Ye Hui was a little anxious, and said, "Chan'er, two beloved apprentices, can you have a good plan to help the teacher?" ”

Shang Xiang's eyes flickered twice, and said, "Xiang'er has a word." ”

"Tell me!" Ye Hui hurriedly picked up the pen and prepared to wait for Shang Xiang to say a good idea, and immediately write it down in case he forgot it.

"Although we are a college, we can't lack physical fitness, and the admission requirement has become six laps around the college every day, three laps on the left and three laps on the right. Those who can't run and persevere should not be enrolled, and those who can't do it will be kicked out together. Isn't that easy? Isn't it wonderful that those who persevere will become capable of writing and martial arts? Shang Xiang said with a grin.

"You'd better go and become the head of the martial arts academy. Or when the teacher plans to develop martial arts, I will talk to you in detail at that time. Ye Hui said speechlessly. This girl doesn't know that it will take an hour to walk around the outside of the academy, and she also circles left and right three times, and she really wants to open her little brain to see what strange things are stored inside.

Wen Ji felt that it was okay to do this, and when the students were ordered to use different things as the theme, they wrote poems against each other, and judged the level by the skill of the sentences, and those who did not meet the standards or regressed were dismissed, and those who could not write a single poem were dismissed, and those who had not been further removed if they were at the same level. This will significantly reduce the number of students available at the college and reduce stress. Wen Ji said seriously.

"Well, not so well. I always feel that it is too strict, and it will suppress students' interest in learning. Ye Hui recorded it and commented seriously.

"What! Xiang'er doesn't count what she says, what Sister Wen Ji says, Brother Ye Hui will record what she says, and Xiang'er can be regarded as seeing this potential rule. Boring, boring! Shang Xiang finished complaining and went to the side to enjoy the flowers with a teacup.

Ye Hui shook his head when he saw this.

"Sir, are you planning to rule the academy with benevolence?" Wen Ji was curious.

"Not really. That's the same as Uncle Liu Huang, and he doesn't need land as a teacher, he just wants to run this small academy well. Being too strict will make the atmosphere of the college depressing, so the pressure on the students will be too great, and the learning atmosphere will become very poor, which is not in line with my original intention, so I don't feel very good. Ye Hui replied.

"Wen Ji knows."

"What do you think?" Ye Hui looked at Diao Chan, who had been sipping tea and had not spoken.