There was no rest for the sheep that strayed from the flock. Because the stubborn and the conservative went haywire whenever they saw something different.
"This "school" business is some suspicious sh*t, I tell you. It's not proper teaching. My boy hasn't been through one poem! What do they teach the kids?"
The other men who were listening to the one who was talking silently nodded. A nasty public opinion was about to take root in the minds of people.
Wang Feng was glad he did his daily divinations. He saw a series of weak, ominous strings tied to people in town.
Wang Feng took one of the students and visited the tea garden where the gentlemen were congregating.
"Can you eat poems?"
The men were starving.
"Who?"
Wang Feng took a step out of the shadows. "I am Wang Feng. Owner of the school you all are talking about. I ask you again, can you eat poems?"
