As February's spring breeze sharp as scissors, by mid-February, the wind no longer sliced at one's face, yet it was still a great distance from the gentle willow breeze that graces one's cheeks without a chill.
Wu Lang and Xiao Qi were about to attend the private school in the town.
The town's private school was funded by the gentry and wealthy merchants of several villages in the town and had been established for several decades. Over these decades, the school had produced several Scholars, but not a single Graduate. Thirty Mile Camp's Scholar Wang Family had also invested in the private school, yet their children had hired Xixi for private tutoring at home instead of attending the school.
For Wu Lang and Xiao Qi to study, the private school was their only option. A school that had produced Scholars seemed appropriate for them for now.
Lian Jizu also had to attend the private school to read.