Chapter 253: If You Can Do It, Go For It

Sang Yu was still very concerned about her child's schooling, and she pulled Sang Xinghao aside to ask about today's teaching situation.

There are children of all ages in the school, but few of them have ever been taught to read and write, like the two children in their family.

So Master Chai started teaching according to the most basic "Three Character Classic", and he used it as a review to consolidate the knowledge they had learned.

"I just saw you guys sketching. What are you writing?"

"It's a slate and charcoal pencils, given to us by the teacher. We were told to write on them, write each word a hundred times, and then have our parents sign them and take them to school tomorrow."

Sang Xinghao ran into the main room as fast as he could, picked up his slate and charcoal pencil, and then ran back to hand them to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu looked down and saw that what he had in his hand was a relatively flat pebble.

Sang Xinghao had already written a few lines of "Man is born good" on it with charcoal, and half of the area was left blank.

This is similar to the small blackboard she planned to make for Xiao Zhao.

only……

"Didn't Master Chai say that he would be responsible for your pens, ink, paper, and inkstone in the school?"

Sang Xinghao nodded: "Yes, when we were in school, we did use brushes and bamboo paper."

Without waiting for Sang Yu to continue asking, he continued, "But the teacher said that it's not enough to just practice calligraphy in school. We have to study hard at home, so he gave us slates and charcoal pencils."

Now Sang Yu understood that Mr. Chai was truly a wonderful person.

He knew that although some students had paid tuition, their families were not well off and they might not be able to afford pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

In order to prevent students from feeling inferior, we gave each student a slate and charcoal pencil, which not only allows them to practice calligraphy but also saves money. It was a well-intentioned move.

"Master is right. Go practice your calligraphy. Your parents won't sign it until you finish it."

Homework is a necessity for children of all ages. After Sang Yu found out what she wanted to know, she urged the two to continue with their homework.

She turned her gaze to the cement slabs drying in the shade under the eaves. Should she do some more?

Charcoal pencils and pebbles are easy to clean when they are first used.

But after using it for a while, the charcoal chips will sink into the pores on the surface of the pebbles and cannot be cleaned no matter how hard you try. At that time, you either have to replace the pebbles with new ones or just make do with them.

Moreover, most of the natural cobblestone slabs are uneven. When you put them on the table to write, the surface is uneven and people are afraid to use force.

Even the two of us who have learned to write found it quite difficult to write on it, so how could it be easy for beginners?

Thinking of this, Sang Yu nodded slightly and took note of this matter. The materials of cement boards are not worth much, so it doesn't matter whether you make one or a bunch.

However, she did not plan to make each cement board into a small blackboard. The cement board material is not valuable, but ink is expensive.

Even if she only painted one side three or five times, that would still consume a lot of ink. It was fine for her two children, but for a whole class? She'd have to wait until she got rich.

Sang Yu walked to the cement board and chalk tray that were drying in the shade, reached out and touched them. The surface was already dry, but he didn't know what the inside was like.

The length of each piece of chalk varies depending on the length of the bamboo joints used during production.

She casually broke one in half and pressed her fingertips on the broken end to feel it for a moment. She didn't feel any moisture, as it was completely dry.

After picking up the chalks and putting them into a small basket for later use, Sang Yu poured a layer of water on the dry cement boards to maintain them. Only then was he satisfied.

Watching her pour water back on the dried cement slab, Sang Yongjing was completely confused: "Yu'er, isn't the slab dry? Why are you pouring water on it and making it wet again?"

He was a man who only remembered food and not punishment. He had just been scolded by Sang Yu for asking questions, but when he saw something he didn't understand, he continued to ask questions.

Sang Yu was a little surprised to hear his words. They didn't communicate much on the way back, and she thought Sang Yongjing would be angry with her for a while.

"Only the outer layer of the cement board is dry; the inside hasn't fully solidified yet. Pouring some water will help the inside solidify faster, making it less likely to crack and more durable in future use."

She tried to explain it in terms he could understand.

After all, many people in later generations may not understand the specific terms for steps such as cement hardening, heat release, and watering maintenance, but it is absolutely common sense to water the cement road within the first two days after it is poured.

"Oh, I see." Sang Yongjing nodded slightly, not knowing whether he really understood or was just pretending to understand.

After chatting with him for a few more sentences to ease the awkward atmosphere, Sang Yu lifted the curtain of the greenhouse and went in to check the growth of the seedlings.

The hardy plants planted long ago are growing well now.

The green tops of the radishes grew very tall and lush, and even the radishes hidden underground couldn't hold back and popped out their little white heads.

Celery, cabbage, lettuce, and leeks each occupied a small piece of land, and they were all growing well. It seemed that their family didn't have to worry about having no vegetables to eat in the winter.

However, what Sang Yu was most concerned about were the white fungus and peppers that he had planted before.

Sang Yu lifted the oil paper sealing the pottery jar and stretched his head to look down. A crystal clear white flower-like object emerged from inside at some point.

The Tremella cultivation was successful!

Perhaps good things come in pairs, the pepper seeds in the small bamboo basket also sprouted successfully.

A very thin white sprout emerges from the flat pepper seeds, and then they can be transferred to the ground for planting.

The germination rate of peppers is not very high. Of the fifty seeds counted at that time, only less than half successfully germinated.

Sang Yu carefully picked out the seeds that had sprouted with her hands, planted them one by one in the ground, covered them with a thin layer of soil and watered them.

As for those that did not sprout, she did not throw them away directly. She put them back into the small bamboo basket and covered them with straw to keep them moist. Maybe some of them would sprout in two days.

By the time she finished all this, dinner was ready and it was time to eat.

Since the family conditions have gradually improved, cooking is something that Sang Yu does herself unless she explicitly asks in advance or the family wants to improve the food.

Otherwise, whoever is free at home will usually do it, and the one who does the most is naturally Xie Qiujin.

She actually enjoyed it. Her husband and children were out all day, and all she could do was to make sure they had a hot meal when they came back.

Sang Yu had no objection to this. Cooking was not a difficult task for her. The main reason she rushed to cook at the beginning was because the food cooked by others was so unpalatable.

Maybe practice makes perfect. Now Xie Qiujin's cooking skills are much better than before. At least she can cook any dish and make it delicious.

However, Sang Yongjing had some complaints, saying that it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

After eating the delicious dishes made by Sang Yu, he always felt that the food was not enjoyable enough when he ate ordinary home-cooked meals.

Regarding his problem, Sang Yu only said one sentence at the time: "If you can do it, go for it."

He never dared to bring up this topic again. If he were really asked to do it, he would even have trouble cooking the dishes.

Thinking about it this way, my wife's cooking skills are quite good, and she has only been learning to cook for a short time, so she still has a lot of room for improvement in the future.