There is indeed a big gap between the quality of teaching in the small town and the imperial capital.
Hearing that, Henry couldn't help staring. Indeed, how good could a small-town teacher be?
Henry sighed deeply and put down his cup of tea with a serious expression, then looked at Jeffrey: "Arrange a school for Monica as soon as possible, my granddaughter's grades cannot lag behind the people."
Monica raised her eyebrows and thought: Henry is so vigorous and neat. Apparently, he was the kind of person she admired.
While about the grades ...
Before Monica spoke, Jeffrey had already assured him, "I know, I'll arrange it."
Henry nodded and looked at Monica again, "I know the quality of teaching in the town is not good, but all my grandchildren are excellent, and they are in the top five of their grades. You can't let me down as well, you know?"