As the superintendent of Jiujiang Academy, Fu Bozheng specially came from the study building to inspect the kindergarten assessment. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the corridor of the central courtyard, he heard a thunderous cry of children in the front yard.
"How is this going?"
I haven’t seen this momentum before!
He has been at Jiujiang Academy for thirteen years. He usually recruits young children. Although he cries, it stops soon, which is different from this time.
"Go and ask Zhixue to bring people under control. What's the decency of such a noisy situation?" He waved his hand and called the book boy. Fu Bozheng was dissatisfied and arranged for people to control the situation.
The assessment will be coming soon, and the kid who can't make reference is still sobbing and out of breath even when he answers!
The book boy took the order and went to deliver the message.
Fu Bozheng quickly walked to the high wall in the front yard and looked out through the assorted windows on the wall.
The position he chose had an excellent view, and he could see all the children waiting to take the exam in the front yard.
I saw a panic in the courtyard. Regardless of the official or seniority of the parents, most of them were blushing and panicking, coaxing, scaring or shouting to control the crying children.
It seems that the few people among them who are unhurried, unhurried and unhurried are a little different.
From the time of Yan Qi to the present, many official schools in Kyoto have been adhering to the principle of nobility and equality in treating reference students. Official admissions to academies only look at the students' qualifications, regardless of their origins and background.
Specifically, during each enrollment period, all young children who want to enter the school, whether they are from the noble country or the cabinet, must be brought by their parents in regular clothes.
In the words of Emperor Taizong of Yan, when teaching and educating people in academies, it is better not to bring fame, wealth, power and authority into it, so as not to let this turbidity affect the purity of knowledge. Therefore, regardless of the official position or rank, anyone who uses his power to disturb the rules of the academy can be criticized by the censor.
Therefore, from that time on, the trend of sycophancy in Kyoto's official schools has been eradicated and has been passed down to this day.
Therefore, he was fortunate enough to see the elders, uncles, clan relatives, censors, and internal guards lining up with their children.
But today he had no intention of identifying the parents in the hospital, because the children were crying hoarsely, hoping to use overwhelming force to force the adults to compromise, which made his ears feel uncomfortable and his head was ringing.
"Well, you tell the master in charge of the examinations that if their qualifications are not bad, those few well-behaved students can be admitted to the special class."
Fu Bozheng was agitated and gave another instruction to the boy who had just returned. @·No mistake first release~~
have to! The little book boy sighed inwardly, bowed obediently, and walked quickly to the classroom at the back.
At this moment, the child who had cried so hard that the ground was shaking finally gradually calmed down.
Fu Bozheng felt relieved. His eyes turned to Sheng Xiuzhan, a frequent visitor to the academy, and he felt a little headache.
The girl his family called Sister An entered the academy three years ago. At that time, the entrance examination for girls had not yet been established, and all girls in kindergarten were recruited.
As the Academy Supervisor, he never expected that such a weak and weak girl would be more aggressive and brave than the husband. They would often fight each other across the class, so that the father Sheng Xiuzhen went in and out of the academy as if he were teaching. Staff, those who didn’t know better thought he was teaching part-time in the college!
This time he has another soft and tender little girl... Fu Bozheng, who still doesn't know what Sheng Yuan has done before, thinks that this chubby girl who loves to laugh is not like most young children who cry and make fuss. He looked good-tempered and felt a little relieved.
Of course, he in the prison did not know the details, but the direct students and assistant teachers guarding the gate knew what good things this chubby little girl had done.
"Tsk tsk, they are indeed sisters!" Thinking that Sheng Xiuzhan's frequency of entering and leaving the academy would increase significantly in the future, everyone looked at him sympathetically. If Sheng Xiuzhan had a clear mind, he should take the initiative to apply for a concurrent teaching position in the academy. When the two daughters invite their parents, he doesn't have to rush over.
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When Sheng Xiangxun saw the gentleman in charge of order knocking the gong and completely opening the courtyard door, he knew that it was time for the little girl to go in alone for reference.
He breathed a sigh of relief, put Sheng Yuan down, bent down to hold her shoulders, and warned her carefully: "Bao, go in later, and don't make people angry again! What if you get beaten?"
Sheng Yuan was nagged by her father, who said "be careful not to get beaten" all over her ears, so she could only nod her head obediently.
But she was unconvinced. How could she arouse public anger when she was so obedient, sensible and generous to her guests?
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Sheng Xiangxun looked at the unaware little guy and felt worried. He hoped that the little girl would quickly find Anyu and Lu Sheng later. When they met as good friends, they probably wouldn't care about provoking other children.
Sheng Yuan could not understand the worry in her father's heart. She was still counting how many of the children waiting for the examination had never cried!
"A little girl from the Sheng family?" Fu Bozheng, who had just walked over after taking the assessment post, carefully looked at this lovely little girl, then waved to the others who also abided by the rules of the academy and did not cry or make trouble. The schoolboy called, "You eight children, come here. Let me ask you, which one of you has never been able to read?"
"Uh-huh," a boy and a girl combing their hair raised their hands.
Fu Bozheng nodded and told the boy: "The first shift is to be decided."
The boy took a piece of paper and wrote it down, and then the master responsible for arranging the students took him to the classroom.
Fu Bozheng looked at the remaining six children and asked kindly: "Let's play a game. If any of you can express your mood about going to school in less than fifty words, I will arrange for you to enter the special class directly. How about it?"
Two more of the six children quietly stepped back. It looked like they were about four or five years old.
Fu Bozheng didn't force it, and said to the book boy: "The first class is to be decided."
Looking at the remaining four children expectantly, Fu Bozheng wanted to see if any of these seemingly steady and well-behaved children were suitable for the special characters class. _o_m
"From now on, read more and teach the world the truth." The six-year-old boy stood up first and said this in a clear childish voice.
Fu Bozheng nodded: "Well, although what I said is ambition, it is a sensible statement, which is acceptable."
He was joking like this, and the book boy recorded in the book: "The special class is to be determined."
The little girl who was also six years old next to her saw it clearly and couldn't help but curiously asked Fu Bozheng what he meant by being undecided.
Fu Bozheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The kindergarten class is divided into three classes: special, first, and ordinary. The number of each class has not been determined. Which class you are in will not be known until you take the assessment later."
When the little girl heard this, she nodded, opened her mouth and said, "If you learn how to read and write, you will be able to teach and the world will be wider."
Fu Boxheng smiled: "Your words are bold and bold, as if you are looking forward to your future study life. Not bad! Not bad! Yes."
After he said this, he looked at the little girl behind the five-year-old husband who was standing on tiptoes trying to poke her head out from behind. He couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, little Miss Sheng. I'll let you know more later." Say a few words."
