I Just Want to Teach and Educate People, I Didn't Say I Wanted to Be an Imperial Teacher

Shen Qingyan, a professor of modern literature, traveled through the fictional Yong Dynasty and became a poor scholar with a poor family. Everyone knows that the imperial examination is the road to heaven, but he turned around and walked into the Mongolian School, willing to be the child king. In the marketplace, he taught how dripping water penetrates rocks and how rainbows form arcs, planting the seeds of asking "why" in the hearts of young children. The temple was so high that Emperor Zhao Heng visited the thatched cottage three times and offered him high-ranking officials and generous salaries. He declined three times: "My ambition is here, not there." In an acquaintance between the emperor and his ministers, he did not wear the royal robe, but he became the "emperor in common clothes"; in his teaching career, he did not enter the court, but he let the wind of practical learning spread throughout the nine states. From the Jiangzhou Mongolian School to the Qingyang Academy, from the Normal School to the peach blossoms in the world, he opened a new chapter in addition to the old papers—— Teach farmers how to see clouds and weather, teach craftsmen how to count millimeters, teach officials how difficult people's lives are, and teach emperors that "water can carry a boat." When criticized by the old party, he said: "Wind and rain can stain the plaque, but they cannot stain my heart." The emperor sighed and asked: "Education requires hundreds of years of work, and I'm afraid you won't see it." He replied: "Success does not belong to me, but I just want to be clear in my heart." Many years later, the peach tree he planted was as tall as a canopy, and the sound of reading started to sound again under the tree. The children who were once enlightened by him have become county magistrates, craftsmen, accountants, and mothers. In their respective positions, the world has quietly changed for the better. And he was still wearing a white-washed green shirt, standing on the original three-foot podium, smiling at the new generation of Meng children: "Today let's talk about it. How long does it take for water dripping from the eaves to penetrate the stone?"