New Ming Empire mixed in America

Just after dinner, Li Mingqi walked towards the temporary night school.

The temporary shed was already full of people, and everyone was sitting upright.

Walking onto the podium, Li Mingqi glanced around and then nodded with satisfaction.

Night classes have been held for more than a week, but the progress is excruciatingly slow.

Now only classroom discipline is maintained well, but other academic matters are in a mess.

Especially now, although the people of the Xinming Empire can't be said to come from all over the world, they don't come from the same place either.

So the issue of accent has become a top priority now.

It was very difficult for the Xinming Empire to unify the language at this time.

After all, Li Mingqi is not a professional teacher. Sometimes the 'students' below pronounce Pinyin in dialect.

For a time, Li Mingqi wondered whether his pronunciation was wrong. Later, he regained his confidence by referring to the teaching videos he found online.

"Okay, today we are going to review the rhymes. Liu Erhe, please read it."

Li Ming used his pointer to tap the pinyin table that had been written on the blackboard.

Being called upon by Long Live Lord, Liu Erhe could only stand up with a grimace. He looked at the tadpole symbols on the blackboard and tried hard to recall their pronunciations.

Seeing him like this, Li Mingqi was furious. In order to make this guy look good on him, he had given Liu Erhe a little trouble.

But looking at him now, it's obvious that the things he taught in advance have gone in one ear and out the other.

That’s not true!

Only now did he understand why when he was in elementary school in his previous life, the teacher's teaching staff became stronger with each semester.

The willow sticks at the beginning turned into bamboos torn off the broom. The class teacher also changed from the kind face when he first came to the class to sternness.

This is all annoying!

Taking a deep breath, Li Mingqi turned to look at Liu Youcai next to him.

At this time, Liu Youcai had already begun to grind his teeth when he saw Liu Erhe's embarrassed look.

Seeing the "you can figure it out" look that Long Live Master gave him, Liu Youcai reached out and picked up his special ruler from the lectern.

Different from the rulers of other teachers, his ruler was not engraved with "Hundred Family Surnames" or "Three Character Classic". What was engraved on his ruler were two words given by the Lord Long Live - "Hard Beat"!

"Stretch out your hand!" Liu Youcai shouted too hard, and his voice was a little out of shape.

Liu Erhe, whose desk was in front of the podium, heard his father's words and could only obediently extend his hand in front of Liu Youcai.

Originally, Liu Erhe relied on his prestige to have the desk at the back.

But after a few days of class, his desk moved little by little to the front of the podium.

This position is good, you can hear and see clearly. Even the spitting stars of Long Live Master and Liu Youcai during their lectures can be sprayed on their faces immediately.

"My Liu family is considered a scholarly family, and your father and I were also scholars in the puppet Qing Dynasty. Now in our Xinming Empire, I am also the second most educated person."

As he spoke, Liu Youcai raised the hand holding the ruler high and lowered it heavily. He slapped Liu Erhe's hand with a loud 'snap' sound.

"Look at you again. If you hadn't looked exactly like me when I was young, I would have thought that the midwife had carried the wrong person back then!"

After more than twenty strokes in a row, Liu Youcai, who had a clear idea, finally stopped.

The ruler given to me by the Long Live Master is easy to use, not to mention soft, and has an excellent feel when drawing people.

As for the issue of lethality, there is no need to doubt it. Men like Liu Erhe were slapped so hard that they grimaced.

Li Mingqi waited until Liu Youcai finished the violence and then said with a kind face:

"Erhe, don't blame your father for beating him so hard. This is also for your own good. As the saying goes, only a strict teacher can produce a good disciple. You have to study hard."

"Okay, sit down first. Remember, you are not studying for yourself, you are studying for the rise of the empire!"

Liu Youcai's eyebrows jumped when he heard this. It was you who was slapped so hard at first, but now it's all on me in the blink of an eye.

But when he saw the excited expression on Liu Erhe's face, he suddenly realized - this is the art of the emperor.

Soon, there was a burst of neat reading sounds in the shed: "Ah, goose, the clothes are round and round..."

Sun Laifu, who was standing guard on the colored steel plate fence, listened to the sound of reading, but his face showed a look of lingering fear.

I couldn't help but look at my left hand, which was covered in bruises. Fortunately, it was my turn to be on duty today...

"Captain, why do you think the master has to make us learn to read?"

A Wehrmacht soldier standing not far from him asked quietly.

"Do you know what the master wants to call Long Live Lord?"

Sun Laifu sternly criticized him, then put on the look of a moral model and said righteously:

"Long Live Master personally teaches you how to read and write for your own good. If it had been in the past during the Puppet Qing Dynasty, would we idiots like us have had the opportunity to read and write?"

"Besides, if you learn from Master Long Live, you will be able to humble yourself when you go out and say that you are the emperor's disciples!"

"I heard that our immigration ship has already gone to sea and will come back with countless immigrants in a while. Let me tell you, you are just in time."

After finishing his emotion, Sun Laifu stared blankly into the distance.

He never thought that he, a rough guy who had been a bandit and worked as a coolie, would be where he is today. Not only was he well fed and clothed, but he also had hope for the future.

In the past, I only ate to live, but now I live to build a great career with Long Live Lord!

"Captain, do we really want to establish a country? Lord...can the long live Lord really take us to take root here? I still want to get married and have children in a few years, so that my children can live a good life for a few days."

There was hope in the tone of the National Defense Force soldier. If he had just joined the Xinming Empire just for a meal, now he had something else in his heart.

In the past few days, the host family... No, the future that Long Live Master told everyone is really exciting.

There are also those truths that have never been heard before, as well as the painful past stories that everyone came to the stage to talk about. Maybe it is not a waste of time to make achievements and create a new world with Long Live Lord.

His thoughts are also the thoughts of all the people of the Xinming Empire today. They have changed from a mud-legged person who worked hard for enough food to become the kind of people with ideals and ambitions that Long live the Lord said.

I really hope that Long Live Lord will live a long life, and that my children will also follow Long Live Lord to be popular and drink spicy food in the future!

Just when the National Defense Force soldier and Sun Laifu were lost in admiration together, His Majesty the Emperor walked out of the night school shed angrily with a dark face.

As he walked, Li Mingqi made up his mind to wait for the immigration ship to come back and see if there were any gentlemen who could teach. If not, let Barton find a way to get a few back. Even if it was robbing, he would grab a few who could teach.

Otherwise, before the Xinming Empire becomes stronger, he will be angered to death first.

It doesn't matter that these "diao people" can't memorize the pinyin. The key point is that most of them still speak flatly and can't tell the difference.

In addition to being very active in free discussions, letting them study is like letting them go to the battlefield.

Not only was His Majesty the Emperor's liver hurting from anger, he even lost a lot of hair in order to prepare for lessons these days.

What a sin~