"What's next?" Woods asked quietly.
"Next, we wait for the exam papers to be graded and the results to be listed." Mason sipped his hot honey water and sighed, "The literacy level among the officer corps... is even worse than we expected."
"Don't worry, we can teach them." Woods glanced at the noisy door outside and teased, "Since the Old Marshal's military academy was able to educate that group of muscle heads to this point, what do we have to worry about?"
Upon hearing this, the two shared a knowing smile.
But soon Mason fell back into his habitual worry. Holding his cup, he fretted, "But where are we going to find so many teachers now? We are so short-staffed! Way too short-staffed! The qualified clerks are already exhausted, we can't possibly make those guys..."
Mason pointed weakly with his toe to the other end of the corridor, "Become the teachers for literacy? They probably don't have that much patience."
