Bluffed no. Qin Feng glanced slightly from the corner of his eye, and saw that the expressions of Mo Siye and the others changed, and it seemed that it had an effect.

He brewed his emotions again, squeezed a few tears out of his eyes, and shook them in quick succession before turning around.

"Uncle, what the hell is going on inside?" Lan Ningshuang asked curiously.

Qin Feng put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

This appearance made Mo Siye and others feel even more uncertain.

Could it be that this kid really got some adventures in the school palace?

"You" Mo Siye was just about to speak, but was interrupted by Qin Feng: "Please also ask Master Mo to give me the handwritten letter according to the previous agreement."

I also need to carry on the legacy of my predecessors and pass on what I have learned to future generations!"

The appearance of this righteous rhetoric is really troublesome.

Mo Siye frowned: "You ruined the school palace, and tried in vain to ask for a handwritten book, it's just that."

Before the words fell, at the place where he ascended to the sky, a clear air swept into the Guozijian.

A middle-aged man in green clothes appeared out of thin air in front of everyone!

Mo Siye was surprised, "It's you?"

It was Yang Qian who came!

Yang Qian glanced back at the direction of the Heavenly Tower with some annoyance, the shameless Senior Brother Xu actually used the immortal method of shrinking the ground into inches to send him here, and then watched from the wall himself, it was really hateful!

can be annoyed and annoyed, the right thing still has to be done, and he can't let his junior brother be bullied outside.

I only heard him say indifferently: "The dissipation of the school palace is a fixed number, and it has nothing to do with him.

I also hope that Lord Mo will keep his promise and give him the handwritten letter."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked, Yang Qian actually took the initiative to speak for this person?

And Yang Qian is a disciple of the Heavenly Prison National Teacher, does this also represent the meaning of the National Teacher himself?

Mo Siye's brows furrowed, and the young man was so frightened that his face was bloodless after thinking about it carefully, as for that Tang Fei, the smile on his face looked a little reluctant, and his right fist hidden under his sleeve robe was clenched.

"Since it's what Master Yang meant, I naturally won't say anything more." As he spoke, he threw the handwritten book in his arms to Qin Feng.

However, after a pause, he spoke again: "But I'm sorry, there are no more schools in the Guozi Prison, and if you want to open a class, I'm afraid you'll have to find another place."

Yang Qian's brows furrowed when he heard this.

I just listened to Qin Feng and said, "It's okay, this country prison is built on the mountain, and every time I come here to teach, I have to climb for more than half a day, so I'm not happy."

Master Mo, I should be able to build a school by myself outside the Howen Academy, right?"

Mo Siye replied lightly: "Then there is naturally no problem, but you have to be responsible for the search for this academy, and Guozijian will not provide any help."

Suddenly, he reacted and said uncertainly, "Wait, you said you built one yourself, not one?"

"yes, what's the problem?"

Mo Siye smiled disdainfully, the land price in Fengtian City is obvious to all, if ordinary officials are cleaner with their hands and feet, even if they are in a high position and don't work for a few years, they will not be able to save money to buy the land deed.

And the area required for the school is not small, and the money required is naturally not a small amount, how can a mere kid have such a net worth?

As for why Mo Siye didn't consider the Liu family's side?

The reason is simple.

As we all know, the army is the most expensive in terms of money, and the salaries of armaments and the expansion of personnel are all silver that needs to be spent in vain, plus the pension after the death of a soldier is a large expense.

Although these expenses are basically the responsibility of the imperial court, the Liu family is incomparably benevolent and righteous, and in addition to the part of the pension given by the imperial court, they will also bear a lot of the pension after the death of the soldiers.

After coming and going, how can there be all this extra spare money?

The young man surnamed Li immediately mocked: "It's ridiculous, even if you accumulate a lifetime of money, you can't afford to build a corner of the school."

Qin Feng cast a sympathetic gaze when he heard this.

The young man was stared at uncomfortably: "What do you think of me like this?"

"Me

It's just pitiful, poverty limits your imagination."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Literally."

When Yang Qian heard this conversation, the corners of his mouth raised, and he shook his head helplessly.

Others may not know, but how can he not know?

This little junior brother, in addition to the miscellaneous classes he has studied, is also a good hand in business.

The wealth that the junior brother has accumulated now is afraid that it has already reached a jaw-dropping point, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it a rich party, and it is naturally not a problem to have a mere academy.

Qin Feng didn't bother to continue to pay attention to these people, turned to the group of young people from a cold family and asked, "Where do you all live?"

The teenagers looked at each other, then weakly gave out their addresses.

The result was also Qin Feng's expectation, these teenagers basically lived in the outer city.

Think about the Haowen Academy that rushed from the outer city to the inner city, and had to climb the mountain to enter the Guozi monitoring class, how early did these children have to get up every day?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

But after feeling distressed, he was relieved, he thought of the son of the sugar gourd vendor in Jinyang City, and then looked at the teenagers in front of him.

The future of Daqian may be carried on the body of these children.

"I know, in three days, I will tell you the location of the school, and in these three days, I will bother Master Yang to take care of them." Qin Feng clenched his fists and said.

Yang Qian smiled slightly: "Yes."

"Want to build a school in three days? It's a joke!" The young man surnamed Li ridiculed again, and at this point, he could already be sure that the other party was talking about it!

Qin Feng glanced at it and sighed, as if he was looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

Three days can be said to be more than enough for the group of volume kings in the God Workshop.

In fact, if the people of the Divine Workshop go all out, a school can be built in one day.

The reason why I want to say three days is just because Qin Feng wants to build the school perfectly.

Time flew by, and the new school was completed on schedule, located at the junction of the inner city and the outer city.

The advantage of building here is that it can make those poor students no longer have to get up so early every day.

The school was very large, enough to accommodate a hundred people, but Qin Feng's students were only the eight children of the poor sect of the Guozijian.

This was also Qin Feng's expectation, his purpose in building this academy was to open up a future path for poor students.

And the name of his school is called Hanmen Academy!

Han Zhi and the other teenagers looked at the brand-new school, excited and at a loss.

They never imagined that they would one day be able to study in such an environment, and the teacher who taught them was still the big brother they revered.

Of course, now they have to call each other Qin Shi.

Qin Feng stood at the front of the school, looking at the teenagers, sighing with emotion.

Although he had already given lectures to the King of the Divine Workshop several times, it was the first time he had taught a group of children, and he really didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a moment, Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

He took out a white xuan, and the brush was swayed on it, and in a few moments, the ink treasure was generated.

The young men saw that "the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act disorderly, and then move their hearts and endures, and they will benefit from what they cannot."

"This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you!" Qin Feng said with a smile.