Chapter 541 The Sound of Reading
After entering the depths of winter, apart from the pens on the farm, which must not be neglected, the farmland covered with heavy snow does not require so much effort.
Sang Zhixia mobilized all the people who stayed voluntarily to help in the greenhouse, and he would come to the greenhouse from time to time to check on the situation.
But the only one who came was Sangzhixia.
Xu Yu had been seldom seen in the village since Laba Festival. He was like a dragon that had been missing for a long time. The village chief had searched for him several times but to no avail. He couldn't help but feel curious: "Is he not going home for the New Year this year?"
Sang Zhixia said with a smile: "Yes."
"It's just that he had some things to do outside, so he must have been delayed. He might not arrive until this afternoon."
Peng Yuanliang's actions were quite significant, and Jiang Yubai left behind many traces.
Xu Yu had to take care of all these things, so Sang Zhixia hadn't seen him for half a month.
Sang Zhixia turned her head to look at the village chief and said with a smile, "Why, do you have something to ask him?"
"Well, what business can I have?"
The village chief waved his hand and said, "It's just that I haven't seen you for a while and I can't help but miss you, so I asked a question. Otherwise, I would feel uneasy if I can't see you."
Although he had long guessed that the Xu family had a complicated background, unlike his own family who had been peasants for generations, he was not a family he could climb up to.
But as they spent time together, they developed feelings for each other, and the village chief always subconsciously treated Sang Zhixia and Xu Yu as his own children, and couldn't help but worry about them.
Sang Zhixia's smile deepened, and she said softly, "It's his fault that you're worried."
"When he comes back, we'll take Nuonuo and Yuanbao to pay you New Year's greetings, and have the two little ones kowtow to you, just in time to ask for some lucky money."
The village chief was so angry that he laughed. He squinted his eyes and said, "Are they Nuonuo and Yuanbao asking for New Year's money, or are you just being greedy?"
"How old are those two little ones? Can they tell what money is?"
"They don't know. I'm just helping to keep it for now."
Sang Zhixia winked jokingly: "If you give me an extra portion, I will kowtow to you, as long as..."
"Stop, stop."
The village chief couldn't contain his laughter anymore, and waved his hands, saying, "No need to kowtow. I'm a generation younger than your grandfather, and I can't bear this blessing."
"When Xu Yu comes back, bring the two children to my house for dinner. I'll ask your aunt and sister-in-law to prepare delicious food for you. I'll give you lucky money when you come!"
Sang Zhixia nodded with a smile and agreed. After sending the old village chief, who was so happy that he was at a loss, out of the farm, he also slowly went home.
Passing by the school next to the ancestral hall, Sang Zhixia heard the sound of reading coming from the school across the wall. She was surprised: "Are you still in class today? Didn't you get any leave?"
Hua Shan, who had been following closely all the way, glanced sideways and whispered, "How about I go and ask?"
"No."
Sang Zhixia waved her hand to signal her to step back, then walked over and said, "I'll go take a look."
After the school was built, a teacher was invited to give lectures, and the children who attended the school also received the treatment that Sang Zhixia had promised before, and even better than what he had said.
With this benefit in front of them, there are almost no children running around in the fields in the four or five nearby villages, including Luobei Village. All of them have been suppressed by their parents and sent to study here.
Regarding the students in the school, Sang Zhixia’s requirement is that they learn and then know, and everyone is welcome.
As long as the child comes and obeys discipline, he or she will be treated equally without spending too much effort.
But today is New Year's Eve, and the school has been closed for holiday for a long time. Why are classes still being held at this time?
Sangzhi Xia Lian walked in lightly, leaned against the window where no one would notice him, and stood there quietly.
In the spacious and warm lecture hall, the teacher's gentle voice rang out: "When chaos first began, the universe began to be established. The purer air that floated up became the sky..."
The children, sitting upright, recited along with them, their voices clear and crisp, creating a unique sense of clarity in the snowy courtyard.
Like the rising sun.
It is like spring flowers blooming in the morning dew.
Full of vitality.
Sang Zhixia listened attentively, seemingly lost in thought. The person who came in from outside paused for a moment because of the unexpected person. After seeing who it was, he quickly gathered up his sleeves and walked over: "Master Sang, you..."
"Shhh."
Sang Zhixia interrupted the old man, extended her hand to give him a false greeting, and said with a low laugh, "I happened to be passing by today and heard the sound of reading, so I came in to take a look."
Sang Zhixia is not good at teaching, and is often dragged into the study by the old man to study hard. He is Mr. Qi's student every day, and as a student for a long time, he never asks about things he doesn't understand.
Therefore, apart from donating a large amount of money as usual, Sang Zhixia has never actually stayed in the school that he built with his own money.
This was her first time seeing teaching in a school.
The old gentleman, surnamed Nie, was over sixty years old. He had a kind face and the gentleness that was unique to scholars. Upon hearing this, he smiled and said, "The host is a great benefactor to these children. Since it is a rare occasion for him to come, he should ask them to come out and greet him."
"You are an elder, you don't have to be so polite."
Sang Zhixia acted like a junior in front of the old man and chuckled, "Mr. Nie, just call me by my name."
Mr. Nie said that etiquette must not be abandoned. Seeing that Sang Zhixia did not want to disturb the people in the lecture hall, he led Sang Zhixia out and said, "It is not convenient to talk here. Please follow me over here."
Next to the lecture hall is a library with a strong scent of ink.
The library was proposed by Sang Zhixia. The bookshelves spiraled up from the ground, with the highest point almost reaching the roof.
The bookshelf is filled with books that the old man has made a list of and that Sang Zhixia has ordered people to collect from all over the place. It is as if the starry sky is right in front of you, and the fragrance of ink is in the air.
Sang Zhixia sat down at the low table, and soon there was a cup of steaming water at her hand, with three red dates floating in the water.
In the sweltering heat, Mr. Nie understood Sang Zhixia's confusion and explained with a smile, "Originally, it was a holiday, and students could go home for five days. But Mr. Tu and I both live in the village, and we thought some of the children wouldn't want to delay their studies, so we said they could come to us for lessons during the five-day holiday."
"I originally thought that these children would be impatient and that few would come, but unexpectedly, these children are all diligent and motivated, and they all came."
Sang Zhixia understood and smiled, holding her teacup: "The two gentlemen have taught these children well. It is a blessing for these children."
“The blessing of these children is not on us.”
Mr. Nie shook his head and smiled, then took out a list he had drawn up. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Even if the boss doesn't come today, Mr. Tu and I plan to visit him soon."
"We have an immature idea about educating these children, and we'd like to ask the host for his opinion."
This list was drawn up after repeated discussions between the two gentlemen, so that it could be delivered to Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia took it and glanced at it briefly, then paused and said, "Sir, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."
Mr. Nie's fingers caressed the rim of his teacup, and in the quiet of the study, he said, "The master emphasizes teaching all students in the academy, and this is not wrong."
"But from my observation, not all of these children are suitable for studying literature."
"I heard that the Xu family's children are both talented in literature and martial arts. Is that true?"
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