Chapter 437: Striving to Achieve the KPI (Seventeen) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"...Word magic is truly amazing..."
Although he was a leading figure among the literary scholars and was accustomed to various methods of using words, most of those words served the battlefield and were born for both open and covert schemes. However, when Jiang Sheng saw a group of soldiers harvesting wheat in the fields, he still found it amazing.
"Thank you for your help, sir."
Lin Feng bowed to him in thanks.
Jiang Sheng waved his hand: "It's just my duty."
Looking at Lin Feng's tired and pale face, he couldn't help but think of his own son. His voice softened considerably as he carefully instructed, "It's still early. Your son might as well go and rest. I'll be watching over things here, so there won't be any mistakes."
Last time, Shen Tang moved some of the Ten Crows Tribe's granary, allowing his soldiers to have a good meal.
However, the remaining food and fodder, plus what they had brought at the beginning, could only last them for half a month, and morale began to waver.
To reassure the troops and give them confidence in a protracted war, Lin Feng, the mobile supply depot, naturally had to be put to use. However, Lin Feng had not yet fully matured, so veterans like Jiang Sheng and Gu Chi were indispensable in supporting him.
Jiang Shengwen's palace is highly skilled and more useful than Gu Chi's.
He, Gu Chi, and Shen Tang took turns working on a daily basis.
Lin Feng shook his head and declined, saying, "I promised a few soldiers I'm on good terms with yesterday that I would teach them a few words."
Life in the military camp was monotonous and dull.
Aside from going to war, the rest of the time was spent repeating the same routine—marching at sunset and resting at daybreak. During the day, besides time for sleep, recuperation, and training, there was plenty of free time, so much so that people were practically idle.
They even had conflicts because they were too idle.
Some soldiers got into a fight while sparring after dinner, which escalated into a group brawl, and the matter reached Shen Tang's side.
She said, "If you're so bored you're just wasting your time, go learn a few words."
If someone isn't proactive in their work, there's something wrong with their thinking.
We really need to focus on ideological education.
When it comes to ideological education, literacy campaigns are indispensable.
Shen Tang had soldiers selected from among the ranks who knew a few characters to serve as leaders of literacy squads. Each squad leader was responsible for a group of soldiers and would teach them to read in their spare time. To further motivate them to learn, he also forced them to compete fiercely.
The training for the team with the slowest learning progress will be increased.
The team with the fastest learning progress can get extra food.
Regardless of gender, everyone is treated equally.
Bai Su asked, puzzled, "My lord, there is something I don't understand. When a general leads troops into battle, soldiers charge into the fray. Both have their own duties, and they should just focus on fighting well. Instead of spending time learning to read, it would be better to train for a few more hours and try to survive the battle."
Not only Bai Su thought so, but Xu Quan thought so too.
What's the point of teaching soldiers to read?
More practice will increase your chances of survival.
Xianyu Jian was not a talkative person; he was the type to keep to himself and get things done. Although he had doubts, he didn't ask them.
Shen Tang was taken aback by the question, and naturally replied, "Although, but, the war will eventually end."
Everyone: "..."
This sentence has two interpretations.
One type is dying on the battlefield, with no more battles to fight.
One scenario is a time of peace and no wars to fight.
Analyzing the lord's previous context, the second interpretation is clearly correct, but—to what extent does peace need to be achieved for soldiers to lay down their arms and return to their fields, turning swords into plowshares? Shen Tang ignored their stunned expressions and continued reciting: "Knowing a few words is still beneficial; it will make it easier to find employment in the future. Even if you don't need it to earn money, being literate means you won't be blinded and cheated by unscrupulous merchants."
Most importantly—
Find them something to do.
As for winning people's hearts, that's secondary—in today's world, ordinary people without opportunity or talent are basically cut off from "literacy." Now, joining the army can also help with literacy, which indirectly garners goodwill and makes people willing to do anything for it.
Xu Quan and the others nodded thoughtfully.
Gu Chi and Jiang Sheng saw through it all.
They even felt that their lord was truly good at understanding people's hearts, and having such a worry-free lord saved them so much trouble.
Because soldiers learn at different paces, they inevitably need to seek outside help in order to avoid being last.
Lin Feng, this junior clerk, is very easy to talk to.
I know her well, so it's perfect to ask her for tutoring.
Jiang Sheng said, "Even so, you shouldn't overwork yourself."
Lin Feng felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, "This junior understands."
Among the soldiers brought out were many who had received thorough training in He Yin and were all skilled at farm work. The wheat was neatly harvested, with some reserved as seed, and the rest processed and sent to be weighed and recorded. The cooks then cooked it into a sweet, thick porridge, which, along with other dry rations, made a meal. Life was even more leisurely than it had been in He Yin…
"Registrar Lin—"
Lin Feng smoothed out the sand used as a makeshift "writing board" and looked at the "students" gathered around him, engrossed in their work.
"What's wrong?"
The marching conditions were harsh, water was scarce, and washing was a luxury. Everyone was covered in dust and dirt for the past two days. This soldier's face was reddish-black, and at first glance, it was hard to tell whether he was male or female. Only his bright black eyes, like black pearls, were very striking.
She smiled shyly and asked, "How do you write my lord's name?"
The other female soldiers nearby echoed in agreement.
They've wanted to learn for a long time.
But the literacy education only covered the most basic numbers one, two, three, or people's own names; there was no mention of a ruler.
Lin Feng said, "Write it like this."
She wrote the two characters "Chen Tang" stroke by stroke.
"This is the lord's handwriting."
On one side are the words "young pear".
Everyone remembered to concentrate, their eyes glued to the screen.
Afraid of missing a single character by blinking, some people even traced the characters on the ground with their fingers; though crooked and uneven, the characters were still roughly legible. Another person generously praised, "No wonder it's our lord's name—it's beautiful! If I learned it, I definitely wouldn't be at the bottom of the class!"
Anyone who dares to make their lord count to the bottom will have to try!
Lin Feng: "..."
"Registration officer, could you teach us your magic tricks?" one of them couldn't help but ask.
"Are you dreaming or something? With a brain like yours?"
"What's wrong with my brain? I can learn to read after seeing it only once, maybe..." Although he knew the hope was slim, dreaming wasn't illegal. Tell me, throughout the entire army, who wouldn't consider Lin Xiaozhubu the most capable person besides the lord?
With a wave of his hand, he can harvest several acres of wheat!
If you learn this, you'll never starve.
She asked that question because she was terrified of hunger.
Lin Feng didn't feel offended: "I guess she won't be able to learn it, because she's too old and her body isn't as flexible as it was when she was younger. If she were ten years younger, even if she started learning later and learned slowly, she would still have a chance to get the hang of it. But she can learn it and teach her own children in the future. Maybe the children will have talent and they can provide her with an endless supply of food, which is the same thing."
She wasn't being too harsh—after all, the cultivation of literary talent depends on three factors: first, talent; second, opportunity; and third, lineage.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to cross this threshold.
Everyone was disappointed, but perked up again when they heard the second half—
Yes, they are getting old.
But future children can learn it.
For a time, the enthusiasm for learning was higher than ever before.
It's even more effective than being injected with chicken blood.
For ordinary people suffering from hunger, nothing in the world is more attractive than "an endless supply of food," even if this hope can only be placed on the uncertain next generation, it is still hope. Hope is sometimes more precious than gold and silver.
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I drank four liters of water today, and the more I drank, the thirstier I became.
(End of this chapter)
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