The development of vocational education is not as simple as talking about it, and if you want graduates to get high salaries, you have to get the consent of those industrialists, otherwise it is all empty talk.

In addition to the articles just mentioned, the biggest crisis in the future Cheng Nuo has not yet said, that is, the Great Depression that swept through the twenties and thirties, that is, the storm that poured milk into the ditch in the history books.

This crisis has dealt a devastating blow to Britain, the United States, Germany, and other industrialized countries, forcing the countries to intensify their economic aggression against their colonies and semi-colonies, to exert themselves to lower the prices of raw materials and agricultural products in our country, to dump industrial products in various parts of our country, and to further squeeze domestic industrial strength by increasing taxes.

Caught up with the warlord melee, the Zhiwan War, and the two Zhifeng Wars, which factory could survive under artillery fire three times in just six years.

At that time, there were only 53 graduates from the vocational schools under the China Vocational Education Society, and the principal, Pan Wen'an, began to beg his grandfather and grandmother a month before the students graduated, hoping to get jobs for the students, but there were only five or six people who succeeded.

Of course, in other years, the results of vocational education are still relatively good, especially the civil engineering guys who are good at ashing, and they have booked their positions before graduation, and there is no chance to run away with a bucket.

However, Cheng Nuo will naturally not take the initiative to mention these words stupidly, and try to improve the loopholes in vocational education as much as possible, so that these education seniors can take fewer detours and retain more hope for future development.

Holding the charter of the China Vocational Education Society in his hand, Cheng Nuo couldn't help laughing after reading it and holding it on the table.

Liang Rengong on the opposite side was a little confused, thinking that Cheng Nuo was laughing at himself, he looked up and down his body, and didn't seem to find anything wrong, so he was curious: "Why is Zhiyuan laughing, could it be that I am dressed inappropriately today?"

Cheng Nuo couldn't hold back at all when he saw this, handed over the charter with a smile, and pointed to one of the paragraphs:

"Those who make a one-time special donation of more than $200 will be permanent special members; Those who receive more than 2,000 yuan at a time will be given a permanent special membership gold badge. All members of the Society have the right to participate in collective research, correspondence research, and receive regular publications, or temporary publications specially donated by the Society. Fanna's special donation, disclosed in the magazine. Those who pay more than $200 at a time shall be inscribed on the building when they hold the second category of undertakings in Article 2."

"Originally, I was worried that our vocational education club would lack funds in the future, but now it seems that you gentlemen have already planned everything."

"You." Liang Rengong nodded Cheng Nuo with a smile, but after taking it, he made a new discovery: "Zhiyuan, you see, this seal is well done, the small seal is neat and standardized, beautiful and strong, and it looks like everyone's work."

Cheng Nuo was a little silent at this time, for these things in calligraphy and painting, it was his blind spot in knowledge, and he only stayed at the point where he thought it was good-looking, and it was a little difficult for him to say why it was good-looking.

Hearing the movement, Cai Yuanpei also came over to join in the fun, took the seal and frowned, "Dignified and dignified, with a righteous demeanor, it seems that this style is someone from the Xilang Printing Society?"

Liang Rengong squinted his eyes, and also felt a little familiar: "When Cai Gong said this, I also think it has this kind of charm, and there is a clear beauty in the richness, if I guess correctly, it is the Hanbai style of Wang Fuchang (An)."

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"Instead of using a square-folded seal seal, it is expressed with a small arc pen, which shows a softer posture......

It may be a little dumbfounded to be someone else, he found out about the charter, but the current content has nothing to do with him, and the two are chatting enthusiastically, which will be extremely embarrassing.

Then it occurred to him that neither the Academy of Sciences, nor the "National" magazine, nor his own seals were not yet sealed, which was also a big regret in this era.

Now that I have this opportunity to go south, I can make up for it.

The sound of the waves listens to the east and Zhejiang, and the words of India are cold. Xileng Printing Society is the earliest famous national printing society established in China, founded by Zhejiang seal carvers Ding Fuzhi, Wang Fu'an, Ye Weiming, and Wu Yin, and has the reputation of "the first society in the world" in the calligraphy and painting industry.

Just do it, and when the meeting of the China Vocational Education Society was almost over, Cheng Nuo inquired about Wang Fu

After the residence in Shanghai, I immediately bought some gifts and visited the house.

In addition to being proficient in seal carving and hobby in calligraphy and painting, Wang Fu'an was also influenced by the late Qing Dynasty and taught himself arithmetic, and was proficient in Western advanced mathematics and civil engineering surveying and mapping technology.

When the Shanghai-Hangzhou Railway was laid, he resigned from his chair and worked in the Shanghai-Hangzhou Railway Bureau. In the following years, he traveled between Shanghai, Hangzhou, Hunan and Hubei Road Bureaus, in addition to surveying and mapping and calculating civil engineering, he also often wrote and engraved for his friends, without delay.

It stands to reason that with Wang Fu'an's current age of more than 30 years old, his calligraphy and painting works should not be completed, but the year before last, he published his first printing score "Rakshasa Jiangmin Seal Manuscript", which included 254 square seals, and became famous in Hunan, Chu, Sichuan and Han for a while, and there was an endless stream of people seeking books and carvings.

However, because he received an electric shock on his arm in his early years, he couldn't lift things flat, so he reclined on a bamboo chair and read a book as usual that day.

The servant next to him fed the starling in the birdcage, and glanced over from time to time, a little puzzled: "Master, aren't you good at making seals, why haven't you been using the knife in the past few days, but are chattering to a Western book, if it weren't for your early follow, I would have thought you had fallen into evil."

Wang Fu'an was very tolerant of the half-grown son of the coachman and handyman in the family, shaking the bamboo chair and making a creak: "Ah Li, if it were you, what would you do?"

Ah Li stopped what he was doing, and the starling in the cage immediately jumped up and down, and he replied directly without thinking about it: "If it's me, I will definitely have to take advantage of this time to make a few more seals, and someone will sell him a hundred taels, not a single child less, and it won't be long before we don't have to live in a small alley, and we will definitely be able to change to Dabieye."

"That's called a villa." Wang Fu'an shook his head with a smile and explained: "The first step in making a seal is not to use a knife, but to start with learning.

Ah Li seemed to understand whether he understood or not, pointed to the book in Wang Fu'an's hand and said suspiciously: "But master, the book in your hand is not ......."

Wang Fu'an smiled and said, "What I have here is not a Western book, but an arithmetic study of the Eight Classics, a university question that our ancestors pondered thousands of years ago."

Closing the book and placing it on his chest, Wang Fu'an looked up at the sky and said to himself, "Arithmetic is not only a matter of reasoning, but also a symbol of beauty. Geometry describes the entire universe and its parts in a regular and systematic way, so arithmetic is the art of depiction; Pure mathematics uses the method of reasoning to incorporate all things in the universe into the norms, so arithmetic is also the art of thinking."

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The starling in the cage couldn't hold it back, tilted his head and kept shouting: "The art of arithmetic, the art of arithmetic, the art of arithmetic......

Ali immediately glared at the starling brother, and muttered in a low voice: "What's the matter, even you are here to teach me a lesson, if I don't get you yellow eel mud next time, the friendship between our brothers will be broken."

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock outside the door, and Ali quickly put down the bird food and went to open the door.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man with a gift in his hand standing in front of the door, clenching his fists and laughing, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Wang Fu'an's home?"

Seeing this, Ali immediately became weak and asked, "Yes, did you also ask the master to make a seal?"

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, I asked Mr. Wang to make a few treasure seals."

Ali habitually waved his hand: "Sir, I'm sorry, my lord has been unwell recently, infected with wind and cold, and is resting in bed, which is really inconvenient to meet guests."

Bed rest is true, infection with wind and cold is fake, all this is just a rhetoric prepared by Wang Fu'an in advance.

Of course, Cheng Nuo will not give up, this Mr. Wang served as the technical director of the Printing and Casting Bureau in Beijing in the future, and presided over the casting and engraving of the "Seal of the National Government of the Republic of China" for the bald head, and after the liberation, the great man also asked him to preside over the production of the founding seal.

It's a pity that he was old later, his arm was injured, and he was not good at Song Ti, so he recommended his apprentice.

At this time, the starling in the cage cried out again: "The art of arithmetic, the art of arithmetic, the art of arithmetic...

....」

Wang Fu'an wanted to signal the starling to silence, but the book on his chest suddenly slipped down, revealing the three big characters of "Category Domain Theory", and he looked at the door and felt something.

Putting away the books, he immediately stood up and said loudly, "Ah Li, you stand down, it may be a noble person who comes to the door today."

After hearing the order, Ali opened the door and said politely, "Sir, forgive me, my lord will come over immediately."

"I am Wang Fu'an, I don't know the name of this gentleman?" Wang Fu'an asked.

"In the next Cheng No." The young man laughed.

I was looking at other people's books just now, but I didn't expect the kung fu master to come to the door, Wang Fu'an was overjoyed: "Oh, I really have admired the name for a long time, Professor Cheng, please come in, I don't know what wind is blowing today, and I actually blew you here."

The yard is not large, except for a patio, there is basically no other space, and there are all kinds of collected stones in the corner, which will be more crowded when there are many people.

However, this enthusiasm was from the bottom of his heart, and after Wang Fu'an invited Cheng Nuo to sit down, he immediately greeted the servant: "Ah Li, Professor Cheng is a distinguished guest, and he soaked the big Buddha Longjing I brought from Yuhang, and entertained the guests well."

After a while, a pot of good tea was placed on the table, Wang Fu'an personally helped Cheng Nuo pour the tea, and said enthusiastically: "I went to Peking on a business trip last month, and I accidentally obtained the book "Theory of Class Domains".

Cheng Nuo, who was drinking tea, almost choked, and quickly put down the cup: "I don't know what's wrong with Mr."

Wang Fu'an took the book with great interest and said, "A of K's fractional ideal A is called ......."

For a while, the painting style was extremely weird, and when Ali saw this, he held his chin with one hand, looked at the starling and said to himself:

"You say, if you want to make a good seal, do you really have to learn arithmetic?"

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