Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Wang Feng has fully adapted to his new life.

Maybe he used to be a rich and well-fed nobleman, who never tires of food and fine food, and has servants to accompany him when he goes in and out, but now, he is not. He is an ordinary teacher who lives in the country and is respected and loved by children. The kids love listening to him teach and he loves teaching the kids.

Whether the children are serious or not, he is not angry. To be honest, even if there are naughty children sleeping or making some small moves in his class, he is happy to pretend not to see it, without the slightest feeling of being offended. The dignity of a teacher is actually not that important to him.

When he was in the family, he had tasted the feeling of being infinitely suppressed. The gloomy and serious faces of the elders in the clan still often appear in his nightmares to this day. Perhaps, deep down in his heart, he is more eager for this more natural and free life?

Of course he will carefully prepare his class. If the kids can understand it, that's of course great. That kind of enlightened expression will indeed give people a very strong sense of accomplishment. He kind of had fun with it.

Whether he was learning Li Weng Duiyun from Li Xin, or perfecting the special phonetic system of Datang Mandarin based on the pinyin he proposed, Wang Feng's purpose has always been pure—just to teach these children well. Li Xin would send him a good salary on time every month, but he didn't need it. Because the villagers here respect him very much. He can receive gifts from the villagers every day.

Today it’s the rice from the owner’s family, and tomorrow it’s the vegetables from the west family’s. The gift is not heavy, and if it was in the past, Wang Feng might not even take a look at it. But now, he cherishes it very much. This is what he earned by his own labor, not because of his status.

Perhaps it was precisely because he felt the villagers' expectations of him that he worked so hard to perfect the phonetic system that Li Xin gave him—this is definitely the greatest idea he has ever seen since his enlightenment. To be able to become the perfecter of this idea, he has a kind of pilgrimage-like piety in his heart.

As long as he has this phonetic system, he will be able to educate these ignorant children to read more efficiently, and impart the pronunciation of characters to these children more accurately, which will not be considered as disappointing the expectations of their parents.

Therefore, in addition to attending classes and preparing lessons, he devoted himself to this achievement day and night every day, which is why he can produce such an achievement today.

Originally, he just wanted to perfect it. After it was perfected, he had another thought: maybe, he should let more people see such phonetic symbols?

It's not for fame or reputation, it's just to let more people know such a useful set of enlightenment books. If a few more Mongolian children can learn to read, that would be a great merit.

Thinking of this, Wang Feng counted his savings and rushed back to Chang'an from Lantian County.

He knew that it cost a lot of money to print a book. However, he doesn't care. After all, he was in a place like Lantian County, so he didn't usually need money. He also knew that if he went to find Li Xin himself, Li Xin would definitely be able to do a good job in this matter. But he didn't think it was something worth worrying about Li Xin—anyway, he just needed to find a bookstore that was willing to print the book.

After entering Chang'an City, Wang Feng asked people along the way, which is the largest book store in Chang'an. Everyone's answer is the same - Xinhua Bookstore. So, he went straight to Xinhua Bookstore.

In the end, I didn't expect that this book shop was Li Xin's property.

Really. Apart from fate, there is no better explanation.

Li Xin probably heard Wang Feng's words, waved his hands, and said, "I don't care. Anyway, don't belong to me. I obviously didn't do anything, and this is your achievement."

Wang Feng wanted to say something more, but Li Xin didn't let him continue, and directly handed over the manuscript in his hand to the workers of the book shop, asking them to prepare the engraving, and strictly warned: not to mention himself in the book.

After finishing these things, Li Xin gave Wang Feng a demonstrative look, as if to say: What can you do to me?

When Wang Feng saw such a naive King of Chu, he couldn't help being taken aback, and then said with a forced smile, "My lord."

"Once this book is published, you will be famous in Chang'an, and you don't have to worry about becoming a great Confucian." Li Xin said with a smile, "Maybe the Wang family will take you in again, and maybe use resources to send you into officialdom again."

Wang Feng's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he said, "I think my current life is very good and comfortable. I don't want to change. The Wang family has nothing to do with me."

"Don't worry about me. Even if you decide to go back, I won't have any opinion of you. This is my truth." Li Xin smiled and said, "After all, there is no need for people to struggle with their own future."

Wang Feng smiled calmly, and said: "My lord, don't underestimate me. For me now, wealth is just a cloud. It is a rare happiness to be able to teach children in the countryside. Also, even if my lord refuses to let me put your name It belongs to the front, but as long as someone asks me, I will definitely say that the prince taught me this pinyin."