He Weigege's small class has begun~ "What is our goal~?" Ziwei held a wooden chopstick that was one and a half feet long in one hand and asked loudly in front of a room full of powerful people. After asking, it became quiet and there was total silence. Ji Xiaolan elbowed Fu Heng, who was sitting on the left, and asked in a low voice: "Where did the wooden stick in Ge Ge's hand come from?" Fu Heng rolled his eyes at him and turned slightly sideways, pretending not to hear. Ji Xiaolan refused to give up and slapped He Shen, who was sitting on the right. Before she could say anything, He Shen said calmly, "I just got it from the lady who was making noodles at the door." After saying that, he closed Ji Xiaolan's mouth that was open in surprise. Ziwei asked again without giving up: "Our goal is!" Qianlong immediately raised his hand and answered: "No cavities!" Ziwei rolled her eyes and almost pouted. Qianlong said aggrievedly: "Your empress said so." "Our goal is to make the country rich and the people strong! Work hard to cultivate the next generation! If the young are strong, the country will be strong! If the young are rich, the country will be rich!"