Li was discussing the opening time of the oil press with the master in the house. I had heard a few people talking and laughing outside a long time ago.
The head of the village said, "I don't know who this girl takes after. She'll be nice to whoever she's nice to, but if she's going to hurt someone, she'll be as hard as iron. Look at Sanzhu. He was talking to her with a stern face, but she just ignored him. Oh, what a stubborn girl."
The old patriarch glanced at the child and said, "Then don't let her get hurt. People grow with flesh and blood. Only if the truth is exchanged for the truth, then this child will be able to pull the harness horse."
Song Jinxiu entered the main hall and saw the old patriarch was there too. Her face immediately fell and she said aggrievedly, "Great-great-grandfather, Grandpa, I have been bullied. Ahem..."
The old patriarch was shocked. Ever since the girl came to be the head of the family, he has been paying attention to her and has never seen her like this.
The village head was also stunned, then he slammed the table and asked, "Who? Who bullied you?"
Song Jinxiu pouted and told about her experience at the county magistrate's house in a wronged manner.
The head of the village breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed helplessly, "Hey! Girl, we ordinary people sometimes have to swallow our anger. As for people, there are many things in this life that we have to compromise for. Who asked us to ask others to do things for us?"
The old patriarch also sighed, "It's good that they didn't beat us or hurt us. Be patient and the sea will be peaceful. Take a step back and the sea will be wide open. When you are not as good as others, you have to be tolerant."
Song Jinxiu said: But I don't want to endure it anymore.
After being wronged, she just complained and acted like a spoiled child in front of her elders, and now she started to talk about serious matters.
"Grandpa, let's hold a village meeting tonight."
The head of the village asked nervously, "What are you going to do? Tell me, girl, if we are really wronged, your grandfather will be the first to disagree. Even if it costs his own life, he will seek justice for you.
But isn't it okay for us? Let alone a few scoldings, even if they slap you twice, as long as your arms or legs aren't broken, you should just endure it. Ah, good boy, grandpa knows you're feeling wronged, but you can't beat them, so can you just endure it? ”
Song Jinxiu was speechless.
"놖Not for the sake of 놖놅."
The old patriarch pushed the washed apricots toward her. Asked: "Oh? What do you want to do, girl?"
Song Jinxiu picked a big red apricot, broke it in half and put half of it into her mouth. While eating, she said, "I want to organize the villagers to take night classes."
"Don't throw away the apricot kernels."
Li Zheng hurriedly stopped her from throwing the apricot kernels, took them and put them aside in the wicker frame.
Every year he would collect the apricot kernels, take out the almonds inside, and soak them in clean water overnight, rinsing and changing the water several times to remove the bitterness, and then soak them in salt water, which would become an excellent dish to go with wine.
The head of the village hurriedly asked, "What night class do you have?"
Song Jinxiu said: "We need to launch a literacy campaign for the villagers."
"What?" The head of the village said he didn't understand.
The old patriarch seemed to be thinking about something, but his eyes were bright and reserved as he waited for Song Jinxiu to explain.
Song Jinxiu asked, "There are probably about 700 to 800 people in our Songjia Village, right?"
The head of the village said, "We are a large family, the Song family. Together with a few outsiders, there are a total of 689 people."
Song Jinxiu nodded. "There are nearly 700 people. Are there 100 people who can read? No, right?"
"Less than a hundred. Our village is pretty good, with about 50 people knowing how to read and write."
Song Jinxiu glanced at the head of the village, which made him feel uneasy.
This girl. What look?
Did I say something wrong? More than five are really good. If Linhe Village can have more than five, their ancestors' graves will be filled with joy.
Song Jinxiu said, "Whether it is the development of the oil press workshop, the Jinfang toiletries workshop, or the Three Heroes Winery of Brothers Dong and Fuquan, they all need talents who can read and do math."
If in the future, we Songjia Village people walk out of Songjia Village and go to the provincial capital or the capital, will we still be completely in the dark and unable to distinguish between a hundred taels and a ten tael on a banknote?
If we want to develop and prosper, literacy is an issue that needs to be addressed urgently. So, we need to run a night school. This was said when the private school was established. ”
The head of the village was dumbfounded. He had only talked about this child and had never intended to do anything serious.
night school?
How to do it?
The old patriarch glanced at his daughter, sighed, and said, "Tell me, girl, what do you need us to do?"
Song Jinxiu said: "Grandpa, please notify everyone to hold a meeting. Let's talk about this."
"Oh," the village head agreed, then turned back to look at his father and said, "Dad?"
The old patriarch waved his hand and said, "Strike the gong."
“Ding ding ding… Ding ding ding…”
When the gong sounded, the head of the village would appear as the old patriarch.
But this time the villagers guessed wrong.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Song Jinxiu stood on a big stone mill with a gong in her hand. Who made her short?
"My dear uncles, brothers, aunts, grandparents, it's getting dark. In order not to delay everyone's eating and sleeping, I will only say three things."
"First, from now on, everyone, regardless of gender, age or status, can learn to read in a private school for one hour during the hour of Xu."
"Ah? Xiu girl, do you think adults like you should learn to read? You are not going to take the imperial examination, so what does it matter whether you can read or not?"
"That's it. I've lived for most of my life. It's fine if I don't know how to read. Why bother learning any words? Isn't it better to just hug my wife and go to bed early?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Song Jinxiu's face suddenly turned cold. Seeing San Lai laughing even louder because he made everyone laugh, she said coldly:
"Shut up,"
She shouted fiercely, with a hint of sharpness, which startled everyone.
The three of them opened their mouths, looking at a loss.
Song Jinxiu said in a deep voice: "Uncle Lai, you are only three years old. Behind you is your daughter, who is only nine years old, and in front of you is Vanilla. Look around you. There are still many of your nieces, granddaughters and sisters who are not yet born. I advise you not to say these dirty words in front of your younger generations, or you will lose face for your elders."
San Lai was so ashamed and angry about what he said.
"Hey, Sanya, what's wrong with you? Uncle has been like this before, and no one said anything. Aren't you too lenient in meddling in this matter?"
"Well, you paid for the private school, and everyone is grateful to you, but you can't just rely on this little achievement to look down on others, right?"
Song Jinxiu glanced at the person who was talking, then glanced at the person who was joining in the fun, then looked at the person who was unhappy but held back and kept silent.
Aunt Cuihua snorted coldly, "You are so careless that no one cares if you go home and talk nonsense. When you talk on the street, you should be careful about your words. Is what Xiu girl said wrong?"
The old lady said: "You can also pay for a private school, or you can turn a blind eye. If you can't do it yourself, don't say anything sarcastic. If you really don't want to be good, you will be full of chili powder.
Song Jinxiu looked at Aunt Cuihua and Auntie Wu and nodded slightly. Then she struck the gong.
"Ding..." Everyone fell silent.
Song Jinxiu exclaimed that the gong was really useful.
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