Chapter 97 First Lesson
Luo Qiuyue glanced at Ye Buwei.
"Your father had a lot of adventures in his youth and went through a lot of things that can't be explained in a few words, so don't ask too much. Anyway, we have waited in Heihe Village for twenty years to cure his eyes. This is our last hope."
Ye Yan'an secretly curled his lips.
Tsk, I know it even without you telling me.
…
The next morning, the chattering sound woke Xiaojiu up from his sleep.
"What? Xiaojiu isn't going to school?!" It was Xigou's surprised voice.
"Now that we all go to school, who will play with Xiaojiu?" It was Tietou's worried voice.
"Keep your voice down, don't let Xiaojiu hear it, she will be sad!" It was Jinbao's considerate voice.
"Let's go to the training grounds. Don't be late!"
The kids lowered their voices and walked out while talking.
The little dumpling grinned, turned over and continued to sleep with his butt sticking out.
When I woke up again, the house was quiet. Little Dumpling climbed out of bed by himself and walked to the kitchen.
Yunniang was busy in the kitchen. The helpers and craftsmen hired to build the house had to be provided with lunch every day.
People who do physical work get hungry quickly, so Yunniang always starts preparing early.
Because there were outsiders, lunch could not include any inappropriate food, so it was just ordinary simple meals. Even so, with Yunniang's skillful cooking, everyone could always feel satisfied.
Seeing Xiaojiu sleeping soundly, Yunniang smiled softly and said, "Xiaojiu, wake up! Mommy has prepared breakfast for you."
The little boy touched his belly and said, "Anang, I'm hungry!"
Yunniang smiled and carried the little Tuanzi to sit on a small stool, then brought him some fragrant egg noodles. The little Tuanzi was about to eat the meal when he remembered that there was something he had not done.
"Anang, wash! Wash!"
Yunniang was stunned and then laughed.
In the past, Xiaowen and Xiaowu would help Xiaojiu wash up in the morning, but today the two kids went to school and she forgot about it.
After Yunniang helped him wash up, the little girl couldn't wait to comb her hair and immediately buried her head in eating noodles.
While she was eating noodles, Yunniang helped her comb her hair.
After Xiaojiu had eaten, he ran out of the kitchen and came to the yard.
In the yard, Ye Yan'an was concentrating on the final debugging work.
The little boy sneaked out of the yard and ran to the martial arts training ground with his short legs.
She really wanted to know how her brothers were able to study in a martial arts training ground where there were no tables, chairs or benches.
She was really curious.
By the time the little girl arrived at the training ground, the class was already halfway through.
The children sat on the ground in formation for martial arts practice, with the sun overhead.
Some had a cushion under their buttocks, some had some straw under their buttocks, and some had nothing under their buttocks...
Everyone has a large container next to them, some are wooden boxes, some are dustpans, and some are even shovels?
Without exception, they are all filled with fine sand.
Master Zhao sat opposite the children with a low table in front of him, on which were several books and a ruler.
There was also a large wooden frame next to the low table, filled with smooth sand.
Because it was the first class, many villagers stood far away and watched.
"At birth, human nature is good. Natures are close, but habits separate them. Without instruction, nature will change. The way to teach is to be focused."
Master Zhao taught a sentence and the children followed suit.
The childish voices of reading add a different atmosphere to Heihe Village.
To the villagers, it was a sacred and elegant sound, ethereal and like heavenly music, as if it came from another world.
The expressions on everyone's faces were proud and excited.
"The kids read really well!"
"Isn't it? The sound of reading is so nice!"
Although they don't understand it, it doesn't stop them from appreciating it.
Who would have thought that these children born in the mud could also read and write.
The key is that you don’t need to do any repair work.
The village head said that there was still surplus grain in the ancestral hall, so the surplus grain could be used as a salary for all the children in the village.
On weekdays, they only need to bring fruits and vegetables to the teacher.
The wrinkles on the headman's face were smoothed out with a smile. All other things are inferior, only reading is superior. It's time for Heihe Village to produce a few scholars.
Little Tuanzi walked up to the village head and tugged at his clothes. The village head lowered his head and said in surprise, "Xiao Jiuer is here?"
Then he picked her up.
Xiaojiu pointed at the all-boy dolls with her little finger, "Lu doll?"
The village head was stunned and quickly explained, "Xiaojiu asked why there were no girls? You can't blame me. I thought Xiaojiu would go to school, so I said from the beginning that our Heihe Village's own village school doesn't distinguish between boys and girls, and the teachers will teach them all! But no one sent a girl here!"
"For what?"
The village head lowered his voice and said, "I'm telling you, don't tell anyone back there! Otherwise, your grandparents will feel bad if they hear it."
The little dumpling nodded.
"They all said that Ye Yanlan from the Ye family had become obsessed with studying and that was why she did such shameless things. That's why they didn't send their daughters to school anymore."
Xiaojiu: “…”
Ye Yanlan, you are really incapable of accomplishing anything, but always capable of causing trouble...
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Master Zhao knocked on the table with a ruler, and the children immediately stopped reciting and sat up straight.
"Today, we are going to learn how to write the character '人'. Come forward and watch carefully."
Master Zhao stood up and walked to the wooden frame, and the children gathered around him.
Master Zhao picked up a willow branch and began to write on the sand.
Little Jiuer's little head suddenly jumped, oh, so this is the legendary sand table writing!
In ancient times, children from poor families could not afford pens, ink, paper and inkstones, so they learned to write on the sand. After writing, they would smooth the sand and continue writing. This was indeed the most cost-effective way.
At this time, someone ran over excitedly, "Everyone, go and have a look! The second son of the Ye family has made another novelty. He says it's for sowing seeds!"
Everyone immediately thought of the thresher Ye Yanan had made before. That thing was really useful!
What did you do this time?
Everyone ran to the Ye family's fields without any prior arrangement.
The children who were writing saw the adults leave in a flash. They didn't know what happened and looked up curiously.
Master Zhao sighed, "Alright, it's almost time for today, let's go home!"
"Yeah!"
The children cheered and ran away with their mats and sandboxes, completely forgetting the etiquette the teacher had taught them before class.
Zhao Xingjian shook his head helplessly. There is still a long way to go, a long way to go!
After packing up his things, Zhao Xingjian went home. When he passed by a family's field, he saw a lot of people gathered inside.
Zhao Xingjian was a little curious and couldn't help but walk forward.
In the crowd, a handsome, tall and thin boy was fiddling with a wooden tool. The tool looked a bit strange, and Zhao Xingjian had never seen it before.
"Yan An, can this thing you made really replace humans in sowing seeds?" someone asked.
Zhao Xingjian frowned slightly. Sowing seeds for others?
How is that possible?
He had served as an official in the imperial court and knew many talented and thoughtful people.
Over the years, I have traveled all over the country and seen a lot, but I have never heard of any equipment that can sow seeds manually.
This young man has a novel idea.
But I am afraid it is too far-fetched and cannot be put into practice.
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