"Great, great, great! Who would've thought that among us Yellow Turbans, we'd one day have a scholar," Guann Hai laughed loudly. "Haha, in a few days when we surrender, I'll go learn too! Come on, come on, write down my name for me. I've been called Guann Hai for so many years, and I still don't know how those two characters are written. Come on, Yuanjian, write it so I can see it."
For ordinary folks to become literate was no easy feat; someone like Liaoo Hua who could even read Military Books was truly rare.
Seeing Liaoo Hua use his hand to write Guann Hai's name on the ground, a group of both minor and major canal commandants crowded around to watch with envy evident in their eyes.
"The opportunity General Tiangong's disciple, Xuangu, acquired for us with his life, Lord Xuande has already said he would teach literacy to the people under his rule," Liaoo Hua reminisced about the great leader he had never met, his eyes showing a clear expression of admiration.