My father said that teaching and nurturing students is not an easy job. It requires tolerance and the ability to prove oneself when questioned.

What my mother meant was that you shouldn't confront troublemakers openly. Just find a rule, assign a name to them, and kick them out. Don't think that taking a step back will lead to a brighter future, because taking a step back will only make you angrier!

She agreed more with her mother's statement.

Father said that if someone causes trouble three times, they will be expelled from the school and never taught again. Zhang Chunhua's tantrums are just the right thing to do...

While they were thinking, another little girl timidly raised her hand, blinked her eyes, and said, "Sister Yanqiu, I want to learn too. I want to learn to read and do arithmetic. Can you teach me?"

"I want to learn arithmetic so I can become a female accountant and earn wages just like my older sister, lots and lots of wages!" Xu Ting's younger sister, Xu Li, said loudly.

"I want to help Aunt Shuiqing and earn money to buy flowers for myself."

"I also want to have my own money."

......

Listening to the sounds rising and falling, Xinghui finally understood why her parents persisted in teaching the villagers to read, even though it didn't seem to benefit her family in any obvious way.

It's suitable for both boys and girls.

Yes, there are bound to be people like her cousin and Zhang Chunhua among them, but there are many more ambitious and hardworking people! Her parents persisted for the sake of these people.

Wanxia thought that there is no shortage of hardworking people everywhere. Some people can hold on to even the slightest hope, and her second uncle and aunt are the ones who give hope.

No one paid any attention to Zhang Chunhua's words, not even glancing at her. They all stared intently at Fan Jin at the front, waiting for his next instruction.

Fan Jin felt he had said enough, a faint smile appearing on his face, and announced: "Those who have made up their minds, please go in and choose your seats. The calligraphy brushes have been prepared; although they are not the best, they are sufficient for beginners. Just come at the appointed time tomorrow."

The onlookers wanted to squeeze in, but considering that they would also be literate in the future, they politely gave way before finally getting in.

Most people in the village had never seen a calligraphy brush before, let alone touched or picked it up to write with. When they got their hands on the brush, they touched it again and again with great affection.

Touching the soft bristles, and testing them repeatedly in his hand, he exclaimed, "So this is a calligraphy brush! What are these bristles made of? They're so soft!"

"I heard it's made of rabbit hair, and also pig hair and sheep hair. I don't know how it's made, it's amazing."

"It feels like a dream, so unreal. Can we really write with a pen?"

"Sigh! It's not the first time it's felt like a dream, otherwise why would the old village chief say those things on such an important day? The old folks in the village know exactly what's going on!"

It's not just the elderly in the village who are so bright and clear.

Everyone knows in their hearts that without those two, they wouldn't have such a good life!

After the diligent children saw it, the village elders, men, and women came in batches, reluctant to leave.

Even without plastering, brick houses are still cleaner and brighter than mud houses, especially since these two houses are large and still spacious even after so many tables and chairs have been placed in them.

If only they could have been like that when they were kids...

"Dinner's ready! Take your seats quickly! The dishes are about to be served!"