Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 702 Talent for Governing the Country 1

[Mission successful. 】

A virtual image of the system appeared, dressed in a red dress and holding a latte art. With a "bang," it announced, "Congratulations, host, your accumulated points have exceeded one million. You can choose to be resurrected. After being resurrected, you will live on Planet M."

"Star M is the exclusive residence for public officials of the system."

"Upon resurrection, an apartment will be provided, equipped with complete facilities (bathroom, rest area, etc.) where the host can rest and recuperate. Becoming a public official involves an upgrade of system permissions."

Lingling kept rambling on about the benefits of resurrection.

After thinking it over, Yun Chu felt that the benefits of upgrading outweighed the risks, so she chose to revive.

After choosing to be resurrected, Yun Chu's consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed before Yun Chu opened her eyes.

She looked at her body, got up, moved around a bit, and quickly got used to it.

Looking around her apartment, she noticed it was quite large, and the facilities were indeed very complete.

Her spatial abilities have even extended into real life.

Yun Chu cooked a meal for herself, and then went for a walk.

There were quite a lot of people, both old and young.

The currency used for transactions can be Star Coins or Points.

Yun Chu took a stroll around and then went home.

She immediately started the next task.

[Host, please choose and keep the things for the next mission world. 】

"Knowledge."

[Choose successfully. 】

"Eliminating emotional character memories."

【Deleted successfully.】

Then Yun Chu drew the next task.

[Name]: Yunchu

Age at death: 24

[Skills]: Space ability (permanent), knowledge (used in the next mission world)

[Backpack]: One designated skill card, one points doubling card...

【integral】:

[Successful draw: Cultivating a talent for governing the country will earn you points.]

This is the Warring States period in a parallel world. She is now twenty years old and is a noblewoman of the Yun clan who has fled to Yewang County outside Sangqiu City.

Instead of the faint noise of Jixia Academy or the tranquility of the M Star apartment, Yun Chu was faced with a real thatched hut that was drafty on all sides—this was the "schoolhouse" that the villagers had pointed out to her.

The thatched hut stands on a gentle slope at the edge of the village, far from the central farmhouses. The thatch on the roof is sparse, and sunlight and dust pour down freely.

The shed was empty except for the compacted earthen floor and a few stone blocks that had been discarded by someone.

The air was filled with the unique scent of the countryside, a mixture of livestock, soil, and burning vegetation—intense and authentic.

Yun Chu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the alienation and the biting feeling of being distrusted in a foreign land.

The task of “cultivating talents to govern the country” hangs high above them, but the reality is that no one is willing to entrust their child to this young woman of unknown origin who seems to be powerless.

The villagers' vigilance was written in every pair of eyes.

For several days, she has been moving between the low mud-brick houses, trying her best to explain the meaning of teaching and enlightening in language that this era can understand: "It's not just about recognizing characters, but also about knowing the agricultural seasons to ensure a good harvest, being able to identify medicinal herbs to save lives, and understanding laws and regulations to protect oneself..."

However, the responses were mostly silent head shakes, quick door slams, or the numbness in the old man's cloudy eyes: "A woman as a teacher? We're too busy with work in the fields. Girls will get married sooner or later. What good is it if they can read?"

Even when children curiously explore, they are always quickly stopped and pulled away by their own adults.

The dilapidated state of the village school seemed to reflect the decline of the spiritual world in the area, just like the rural predicament revealed in her memory of "XX in Liangzhuang"—not only the lack of material resources, but also the crisis of the near extinction of cultural and spiritual flames.

Just when Yun Chu was almost convinced that she would have to spend the next six months trying to persuade students to study, a turning point appeared in a humble yet stubborn way.

A five-year-old boy named "Stone Egg" arrived.

He was half-pushed and half-shoved to the front of the thatched hut by a hunched old woman with a sorrowful face.

The old woman was known as "Auntie Bitter" in the west of the village. Her husband had died young, her son had died in the army, and her daughter-in-law had remarried, leaving only the two of them, grandmother and granddaughter, to depend on each other for survival.

Aunt Ku's voice was low, hoarse, and trembling, like the last withered leaf in the autumn wind: "My dear lady... I really have no one to look after this little rascal... I don't expect him to be able to read any sage books... I only beg you... please don't let him run away, cause trouble, or fall into the water... just have a place to keep him in check..."

Shidan hid behind his grandmother's patched coarse cloth clothes, only revealing a pair of large, clear black and white eyes. He timidly but couldn't hide his curiosity as he looked at Yun Chu. His little hands tightly gripped the hem of Aunt Ku's clothes, his knuckles turning white from the force.

This was her first student.

A family as insignificant as dust under the crushing wheels of time, a grandmother who has almost given up on education and only asks for "caregiver" care, and a child who is ignorant and confused, filled with deep fear and a trace of longing for the unknown.

Yun Chu did not rush to present any lengthy discourses from her "knowledge" and skill reserves.

She crouched down, looked directly into Shi Dan's eyes, and tried to make her voice gentle and clear: "Shi Dan, don't be afraid. This isn't a place to confine you, but to let you see the world outside. Come, come with me."

She took Shidan's cold little hand and led him to a relatively flat patch of mud at the edge of the thatched shed.

There was no pen or ink, no bamboo slips.

Yun Chu picked up a relatively straight branch from the ground and handed it to him, then bent down and picked one up herself.

“Look,” she said, drawing a clear straight line on the ground with ease, “this is ‘one’.”

Then, draw a line parallel to it, "This is also 'one'." Finally, gently touch the ends of the two branches together in the middle of the "one" to form a very simple triangular outline, "Doesn't this look like... the pointed roof of your cottage?"

Stone Egg's eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded subconsciously.

“Where is ‘up’? Isn’t the sky above?” Yun Chu pointed to the pointed top of the “roof” and then to her feet. “Where is ‘down’? Aren’t we standing on the ground?”

“Hmm…” Stone Egg responded softly, with a hint of probing.

"Give it a try?" Yun Chu looked at him encouragingly.

Shidan hesitated for a moment, then clumsily grasped the branch with his little hands and, imitating Yun Chu, drew a crooked horizontal line next to the "house". It was shallow, but clearly visible.

Yun Chu smiled, genuinely: "That's right! This is your 'one'! Great job!"

She pointed, “This is the ‘up’ side you marked, the roof; and here,” she pointed to the ground below, “is the ‘down’ side, the foundation. Stone Egg, remember, ‘up’ and ‘down’ support your ‘home’.”

“Home…” Shi Dan repeated, looking down at the mark he had made, then looking up at the light leaking from the roof of the thatched hut, and finally his gaze fell on the distant figure of Aunt Ku, who was still working in the fields with her hunched back.

A vague connection began to form in his young heart.

This rudimentary, almost primitive "classroom" consisted of only a muddy floor, tree branches, and a young student.

However, for the stone egg, the word "one" and "up" and "down" are not cold symbols.

They bear the weight of that dilapidated little house where his grandmother once stood, and the warmth of the land beneath their feet that bore witness to their arduous lives.

A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up specks of dust.

A few children peeked out from behind the field ridge not far from the thatched hut, their eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Further away, under the shadows of the trees, one could vaguely see the figures of several adults peeking out, some holding their heads and observing tentatively, others scoffing with disdain.

The crooked stroke of the character "一" on the stone egg is like the first pebble thrown into a stagnant pool.

Tiny, yet it truly stirred up ripples.

In this remote village amidst the flames of war during the Warring States period, the cultural spark of "why" and "how to change" is being ignited in such a humble yet tenacious way, starting with this young female teacher with extraordinary abilities and modern knowledge, and her only five-year-old disciple.

Yun Chu knew that it would be far more difficult and lengthy to truly instill knowledge in this ignorant land and to let the ideal of governing the world take root than to teach Shi Dan to read.

But she took that first step steadily.