Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Lesson 1
This morning, Zhong Diyan thought he had received the first mission in his career as a "death soldier".
But it is not to kill, not to be killed, and not to kill each other with your companions.
Instead, they deliberately went to the streets and alleys to speak loudly and spread the news.
Some people were so excited that they pulled at his clothes and refused to let him go, almost tearing his new linen clothes.
The scene was very embarrassing for a while.
Zhong Diyan guessed that the person who bought them was none other than the Princess Anping mentioned in the news. Then he discovered with embarrassment that he did not know this Princess Anping, so naturally he had no way of obtaining some information, such as her purpose.
But Zhong Di hates such immature thoughts.
Ever since he lost his family in the flood and earthquake, he had long been a walking corpse. It was fate that he was bought by the county lord to be her assassin.
He was grateful to the county lord from the bottom of his heart.
It's just one life, and he is willing to repay it with his own.
Guo Zi poked the child Zhong Diyan, who was daydreaming and had already made up his mind to give up his life, and said, "Diyan, there will be eggs for lunch later."
"Eggs? What eggs?" Zhong Diyan came back to his senses.
Guo Zi's expression was obviously much more excited. "Grandma Qian asked for a reward for us. Everyone can get an egg for lunch today. That's an egg. I haven't eaten it in years."
Guo Hanzheng and Cong Yiner were talking to the children next to them. After learning the rules together for a while, the children had already become familiar with each other.
Everyone could not hide their desire for eggs.
Cong Yin'er was the youngest and asked in a baby voice, "I...have never eaten eggs before. What do eggs taste like?"
Guo Han had eaten it when she was a child, but the memory was so long ago that she couldn't remember it anymore.
The manor is equipped with a small kitchen. Every day, a cook will bring ingredients to cook a big pot of rice. Each child has an exclusive ceramic bowl and chopsticks, and they wash the dishes themselves after eating.
Zhong Diyan held his bowl and lined up to get his meal.
During the time they were taught by Qian Sui, they learned very good rules, such as washing hands before and after meals, queuing up to eat, and raising hands to speak. These were all basics.
Today's meal is still a bowl of wheat rice, a spoonful of shiny cabbage fried in oil, and the boiled eggs that the children are looking forward to.
Zhong Diyan sniffed. Today's cabbage was fried with lard and it smelled very fragrant.
There is also a special area for dining. Although Craftsman Sun had received Lin Si's order a long time ago, he almost sawed off sparks with the frame saw before he was able to make the long tables and chairs that looked like those in a school cafeteria.
Qian Sui is now in charge of managing these children, which is equivalent to a class teacher, while Zuo You, Nan Shuang and Nan Qiao are teaching teachers. Lin Si also had in-depth discussions with Qian Sui about some of the children's daily habits and education.
One of them is not to do other things while eating and not to interrupt children's meals.
Nearly half of the children were eating eggs for the first time. When they peeled off the eggshell, the egg white was smooth and tender, and the yolk was slightly runny. When they took a bite, the egg aroma filled the air.
Several children almost cried while eating.
Zhong Diyan finished the egg in a few bites and understood.
This must be the "last meal" before execution. After eating this good meal, they will begin to learn how to kill people, how to abandon their humanity, and become death warriors.
Qian Sui's next words confirmed Zhong Diyan's guess.
Qian Sui looked at the children queuing up to wash dishes and said coldly, "Classes will start the day after tomorrow. If you can't learn what the master wants, you have no right to stay here."
Zhong Diyan lowered her beautiful eyelashes.
If he can't learn it, he will definitely be silenced. The news that the Anping County Lord raises assassins must not be spread.
Zhong Diyan treated the next two days as the last time he could spend free time with his companions.
Two days later, it was time for class.
This day was no different from any other day. The children got up and washed on time, and then were taken by Qian Sui into a large room that was always locked.
Each child was given a straw mat and sat on the ground. In front of the room, there was a light-colored wooden board standing upright, which looked like an old door panel. There was also a very high table in front of the board.
No matter how smart Zhong Diyan was, he was just a child. He had only heard about the death squad and had no idea how to train them.
He sat on the ground, waiting quietly.
Zuo You got up early in the morning and changed into a simple outfit of a gardenia yellow silk jacket and a diamond-patterned skirt.
Today is her first day of teaching. In the past two days, she has written the names of these children in a roster with each person's student number marked on it.
Zuo You rejected Lin Si's suggestion of using an ox cart to pick her up. The county lady's mansion now only had one pitiful ox cart. It was used for daily grocery shopping and for Lin Si's travels. If the task of picking her up every day was added, she was afraid that Lin Si would have to walk when going out.
Qian Sui had been waiting at the door for a long time. She waited patiently for Zuo You to get off the carriage. "Madam Zuo, I will lead you in right away."
It was Zuo You’s first time to visit the manor. At first glance, it was indeed different from ordinary manors, and it was not as luxurious as she had imagined.
On the contrary, it is very down-to-earth.
Zuo You followed Qian Sui and said politely, "Excuse me, Aunt Qian."
When they arrived at the door of the classroom, Qian Sui asked Zuo You to wait at the door for a while while she went in.
"The teacher is here."
The children learned the rules and had standard postures for standing and sitting. They all sat upright, their eyes wide open, looking towards the door expectantly.
Zuo You walked in with a calm pace. Lin Si had told her before that there would be a high table in front of the wooden board, called a podium, which was used for her to place her teaching materials.
The children stared at Zuo You's actions curiously, and saw her put a thin booklet on the podium.
Zuo You flipped through the roster and introduced himself briefly.
"I'm your teacher. You can just call me Teacher Zuo. Now I'll be doing a simple roll call. Please answer when your name is called. Do you understand?"
Qian Sui was at the door. He glanced over and the children all said, "Understood."
"Zhong Diyan."
"arrive."
"Guo Han."
"arrive."
Zhong Diyan wondered in his heart, could this ordinary-looking girl with a bookish air be a killer or a assassin?
But it doesn't look like it.
Could this be the highest realm of a death warrior, disguise? Zhong Diyan thought to himself, good, it seems this point is very important, he remembered it.
After a quick roll call, Zuo You matched the names with the faces. Before the class, Zuo You followed Qian Sui's brainwashing routine, "Before the class, you must understand that the reason you can sit here, free from wandering and being sold, is because of the Master's kindness. Therefore, you must always put the Master first and entrust your lives to the Master."
The children all answered in unison, “Yes.”
Then Zuo You asked, "Is there anyone who can read?"
Zhong Diyan raised his hand under the attention of all the children.
Zuo You was a little surprised. She had never hoped that her child would be able to read.
Zuo You looked at his face. If there was someone who could do it, the progress after class would be much faster. The children would go to him for questions, which would also stimulate the children's desire to learn.
Zhong Diyan was a little puzzled as to why literacy and elementary education were called Chinese language classes. However, Zuo Xixi's teachings were very easy to understand. He had learned the Thousand Character Classic before, so he could handle it easily.
But for other children, learning to read is just copying. In their eyes, words are just distorted and unfamiliar symbols that they cannot remember.
During the break after a Chinese class, Zuo You felt dry-mouthed and the children felt dizzy, so they all gathered around Zhong Diyan and asked questions humbly.
The children do not have their own desks yet. If they want to practice writing after class, they dip a branch in water and write in the soil or in the sand.
In ancient times, reading was an expensive thing, and paper was ridiculously expensive. Even if Lin Si had money, he would not burn it like this. God knows how much waste paper there was in the early stages of learning to write. Lin Si had no plans to give it to them for the time being.
Then came the second math class.
Zhong Diyan had never heard of the word "mathematics", but he guessed that it should be a course like mathematics. Mathematics was not difficult for him. He had read the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art and the Ten Books on the Mathematical Classics, and he was also familiar with abacus numbers.
But when he started math class, Zhong Diyan was dumbfounded.
Teacher Zuo did not teach the rules of counting with counting sticks. Instead, he directly wrote ten tadpole symbols on the wooden board with charcoal, which were called simplified numbers from one to ten.
For the first time, Zhong Diyan felt bewildered. What was this symbol? Why did it look like a tadpole? Why was it something he had never seen or heard of before?
Also, aren't they supposed to be death warriors? Why do they need to learn the Thousand Character Classic and this simplified number system? Can these things actually kill people? Someone tell him!
Is this something a serious assassin would learn?
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"We had Chinese and math classes in the morning, and the children seemed a little confused. In the afternoon, it was Nan Qiao and Nan Shuang's physical education class. According to your requirements, we had to stand at ease and attention, and warm up before exercise. Nan Shuang and Nan Qiao didn't let the children train too hard." Qian Sui briefly summarized the situation of the first day of class.
Lin Si nodded. This was all within her expectations. It was normal to feel confused and not understand anything on the first day. She would just have to learn slowly later. As for practicing martial arts, that would take even longer.
Seeing that Lin Si's expression had softened, Qian Sui continued, "Madam Zuo asked me to tell you that there's a child who can read, even the Thousand Character Classic. I think he came from a wealthy family before he became a beggar and slave. I asked the child's name, and it turns out he's Zhong Diyan."
Lin Si: "I understand. It's okay."
There is nothing special about Zhong Diyan's identity. Lin Si looked for it in the original book and found no such name.
Qian Sui reported some trivial matters and then left.
As soon as Qian Sui left, Lin Si concentrated on browsing the system.
Ever since the news of the agricultural tool subsidy spread, Lin Si's popularity and reputation have greatly increased, but there is still a distance between him and the people who want to exchange him for potatoes and sweet potatoes.
There is no way, the population base of Li County is too small, but everything is moving in a good direction, and Lin Si is not discouraged.
As long as she can redeem it before the cold wave, she wins.
Lin Si is now as busy as an emperor meeting with his ministers.
Ever since Zhu Shixi went back to study hard last time, his progress has far exceeded Lin Si's expectations.
For example, now, Zhu Shixi said to Lin Si shyly, "The book says that if you want to know the distribution of organs and blood vessels in the human body, you need to dissect it. You have to cut open the belly layer by layer. When you get to the end, you can see the internal organs."
Even when he said the word "offal", he swallowed his saliva, his eyes full of desire.
Lin Si fell silent. It seemed that the soft girl Zhu Shixi had gone astray.
If Zhu Shixi wanted medicinal herbs or tools, Lin Si could find a way to get them for her, but now Zhu Shixi wanted a corpse. No, Lin Si saw that she wanted a live dissection, so he might have to reluctantly accept the corpse.
The problem was, where to find her body now?
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