Chapter 305 This little beggar is amazing!

Hui Niang handed Da Zhuang a snack: "I hope you can study hard and give back to the people with what you have seen and learned."

"Can you do it?"

The goddess wanted to send him to study?

Da Zhuang widened his eyes, unable to believe what he heard.

He knew that studying was a very expensive thing. When his family was well-off, he could still afford it. Later, his family fell into poverty and he couldn't even step into the door of the school. He

didn't expect that the goddess was willing to send him to study!

Obviously, he didn't make this wish.

"Don't you want to?"

Hui Niang saw that he was slow to speak, and asked again?

The beggar shook his head directly: "No, I'm not unwilling."

"I am willing, I am willing."

"Well, from today on, I will arrange for you to go to school. I hope you will always be as innocent as you are today."

Hui Niang arranged for someone to take Da Zhuang to take a bath, and then had someone send him back to the Gan family and bring him to Yu Wenshu.

Yu Wenshu looked at the new little kids in the school and couldn't help but smile.

He taught the children to read because he was injured and couldn't do other work. He didn't expect that he would become a full-time teacher now. There are

more and more little kids in the school. If there are more, he will have to consider a separate yard to accommodate these children.

"Can you write?"

Da Zhuang nodded: "I can write a little, but not well."

"It doesn't matter, just do it seriously."

Yu Wenshu handed the paper and pen to Da Zhuang: "Write an article about the country and the people, okay?"

"The country? The country?"

Isn't this a little difficult for a little beggar like him?

"Well, the country and the people, or the world in your eyes, there is no limit to the number of words, just write whatever you like."

The brothers Qingyun and Qingtian can't write, so when they entered school, there was naturally no such link.

He also knew that this topic was a little difficult for a child.

But after hearing that Da Zhuang was a beggar, he couldn't help but be curious.

What is the world like in the eyes of a beggar?

Da Zhuang thought for a while, picked up the pen and wrote.

"Today, the world is divided into two parts. South of Tongmen Pass, the people of the world are emaciated, resentful, and cursed. A beggar crawled out of the mountain of corpses..."

The article tells the story of a beggar crawling out of the mountain of corpses and fleeing southward from his perspective.

Although the writing is immature, the control of emotions is very skillful.

Using the method of contrast, it first describes the hellish scene north of Tongmen Pass, and then describes how the people of Tongmen Pass are harmonious.

Although I know that the writing is immature, it still makes people want to read on.

Even Yu Wenshu was attracted by this article.

But the more he read the style, the more familiar it seemed, so he took out the storybook he used for Qingyun and Qingshu some time ago.

He made a detailed comparison.

This writing style...

cannot be similar to Qiu Xiangyuan's, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

"Have you read "The Record of God's Envoy Eliminating Evil"? "

Da Zhuang embarrassedly shook his head: "No, but I often heard people talk about it."

"There is a teahouse near where I beg for food. The storyteller often tells it. After a long time, I remember it."

"Not bad, it's well written."

Yu Wenshu nodded: "You are about the same age as my disciple Huai Zhong. He has a good literary talent. You can sit next to him."

Yu Wenshu did not favor one over the other, and also prepared a new desk for him.

Because of the tight schedule, it was a little rough.

Every time he had free time, Yu Wenshu would polish the desk carefully.

Other students would help when they saw it.

The desk, which originally had some rough edges, was now polished too smooth.

It looked without any edges or corners.

Looking at the over-polished desk, Yu Wenshu fell silent.

"Forget it, you use this desk first, I'll have someone make a new one."

The material of the desk was good, and it cost him a lot of money.

Yu Wenshu felt a little painful, but he couldn't judge.

After all, the children meant well.

Dazhuang liked the desk very much: "Teacher, don't spend money, the student likes this desk very much."

"This desk represents the relationship between teachers and students, classmates, it is very rare, and the student likes it very much."

When he was in the school before, those students didn't have such a harmonious scene at all.

Everyone was fighting all day long.

Sometimes they were fighting for the teacher's favor, sometimes they were fighting for followers and family background.

In short, the school was always messy and the atmosphere was tense. It was not as harmonious as it is now.

He liked the new school very much.

The teacher was gentle, the classmates were friendly, and his neighbor's elder brother was also very nice. No matter what questions he had, he would answer them patiently and always looked at him as if he had met a confidant.

Gan Huaizhong felt a little happy when he saw Dazhuang.

In such a large school, a serious scholar finally came.

The new classmate was dedicated to learning and very studious. He could talk to him fluently. The two often had the same views and even had very similar schedules.

Gan Huaizhong finally felt that he was not alone.

He studied and wrote articles with Dazhuang every day and was very satisfied.

Hui Niang thought that the children would feel uncomfortable with the sudden arrival of a stranger in the school, but she didn't expect that Dazhuang actually adapted well and even made good friends with the silent eldest son.

During meals, she often heard her elder brother mention Da Zhuang's name.

"This Da Zhuang is really good. If it weren't for the fact that his family fell into poverty and he had not fallen behind in his studies, he would probably be as good as Huai Zhong."

Gan Huai Zhong was also very sorry: "Yes, it's a pity that Da Zhuang has fallen to this state."

Gan Huai Bi: "???"

"How fallen?"

"How fallen has he been?"

"His writing is in line with the storybooks. It's no problem for him to pass the examination for a scholar. Why do you use the word fallen? Can you respect me?"

If Da Zhuang is fallen, then what is he?

He has an extra life of memory. It's fine that he is not as knowledgeable as his elder brother, but now he can't even compare to a little beggar who was killed halfway.

He really wanted to cry to death.

Gan Tian couldn't help but giggle.

[It takes talent to be unable to study. Don’t be afraid, second brother. I am also a poor student. We will keep each other company in the future.]

Gan Huaibi was very moved and looked at Gan Tian with tears in his eyes.

Sisters are still the best in this world.

His friendship with others is just superficial and fake, but he is really good with his sister.

[Hehe, with second brother here, no one will think I am stupid.]

Gan Huaibi’s smile froze on his face.

He decided to take back what he had just said.

It seems that he and his sister have not known each other for a long time. In the past and present lives combined, they have only been together for two years.

They just know each other reluctantly. They are not really good friends.

Gan Tian saw Gan Huaibi looking at her dimly and thought that her second brother was greedy for the egg custard in front of her.