Qin Tian had been planning the establishment of a school for quite some time.
Ever since Zhuge Liang had mentioned it, he had given the matter much thought.
To spread education, schools naturally had to be established. But if it were merely an academy for nobles, there would be no need to make things so complicated.
Since he was building one, he would build a modern university, modeled after the future Yanjing University, and recruit renowned teachers from across the realm to serve as professors.
Huang Chengyan, Pang Degong, and Sima Hui were all among the professors he wished to invite.
Unlike ordinary masters of the classics, these three taught exceptionally practical knowledge.
After all, nearly every great talent in Jing Province with any name to speak of had some connection to these three.
And after meeting Huang Chengyan today, he knew he had come to the right place!
To establish a modern school, the help of these recluses was indispensable.
Yet though his earnest words had moved Huang Chengyan, they were ultimately empty words, lacking anything tangible.
After thinking for a while, Huang Chengyan frowned and said:
"Though this old man lives in seclusion in Jing Province, I have heard of Lord Qin's methods!"
"I imagine that, with Lord Qin's abilities, establishing a school would not be difficult."
"But according to Lord Qin's vision, this school should have many professors. With only you and me at present, how could such a school be established?"
"It is not that this old man does not trust Lord Qin. But with nothing more than empty words, it is difficult for me to place my trust in you."
Seeing this, Qin Tian merely smiled.
"If what Elder Huang says is true, then Confucianism should never have reached its present heights!"
"One must know