"This is the pinyin alphabet. Of course you don't recognize it." Yang Derong looked at Du Changjiang and said enthusiastically. "Now Yu is teaching you, you must understand and memorize it."
Du Changjiang glanced at Yang Derong gratefully and respectfully learned Pinyin literacy from him.
After becoming Jieyuan, Yang Derong already regarded Zhao Ping as his reborn parent.
He bought some Dazu local products and came to Jintang County to express his gratitude to Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping received him in the study room of Zhaojiazhuang, Jintang County, very casually. Anyway, the two of them had a teacher-student relationship.
Although Zhao Ping is casual, there are people who are not casual, and that person is Cuizhu.
Cuizhu took the opportunity to serve tea and walked in the study, fearing that he would come to Zhaojiazhuang with a young lady again.
She took a look at Yang Derong and saw that there was only one man beside him and no young lady, so she finally left here with peace of mind.
Yang Derong had no choice but to bring Du Changjiang here.
"Ziyu, I said that the dictionary is the second teacher, do you still remember?" Du Changjiang asked.
Yang Derong nodded, Du Changjiang did say this in front of him.
Du Changjiang took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "I am already very familiar with my second teacher."
"Very familiar. How do you get familiar with the Fa?" Yang Derong didn't understand what Du Changjiang meant for a moment, so he followed his lead and asked.
Du Changjiang bowed respectfully to Yang Derong and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Ziyu, for letting me learn Pinyin."
"In just ten days, Zishui actually learned Pinyin?" Yang Derong couldn't believe his ears.
Du Changjiang still bowed respectfully to Yang Derong. Yang Derong taught him Pinyin, which can be said to be half of his teacher.
Now the relationship between the two is more complicated. They are both classmates, but also mixed with the relationship between teacher and student.
But Yang Derong didn't think so. After all, the two had been classmates for five years and had already formed a deep friendship.
Du Changjiang looked at it respectfully, opened the "Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary" and began to spell out the five characters in the Zhaojiazhuang Dictionary in pinyin.
Yang Derong was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He did not expect that his professor turned out to be an older classmate, and he had already learned to read Pinyin.
Yang Derong's voice was trembling as he asked, "How did you learn to read Pinyin?"
"I was stimulated by Ziyu's interpretation of Yuan." Du Changjiang said sheepishly, pointing to the dictionary and said, "God has given you a gift like this, and if you don't use it properly, you will be punished by God. After learning the alphabet, I tried to pinyin yesterday, but it didn't work. So much so that I can actually spell it out.”
"Yes, great progress has been made. Although you are not very accurate, earth-shaking changes have taken place." Yang Derong nodded happily and said, "You are really talented and you can actually pinyin."
"Thank you Ziyu for your advice. If Ziyu hadn't taught me the alphabet, I wouldn't have known how to read in pinyin even in my dreams." Du Changjiang said sincerely.
"You don't have to be polite. Since we are classmates, we should help and support each other," Yang Derong said lightly, "I'm just doing what I can."
Du Changjiang thanked him again and wanted to continue what he had just said, but he felt it was difficult to speak. After much hesitation, he still said: "I'm here, I'm here..."
"If you have anything to do, you might as well just tell him." Seeing Du Changjiang's embarrassed look, Yang Derong didn't know why and hurriedly came to his rescue.
Du Changjiang bit his lip, looked at Yang Derong, and finally said: "I'm familiar with the second teacher Dictionary, and I want to meet the real teacher."
"Oh, it turns out you want to meet the little saint. This is indeed a bit difficult. After all, I'm not very familiar with him." After understanding Du Changjiang's thoughts, Yang Derong held his chin and said.
Du Changjiang turned pale when he heard the rejection, but he also knew that Yang Derong was not familiar with the little saint.
"I'll give it a try. I don't know whether it will succeed or not." Yang Derong saw Du Changjiang's very uncomfortable look and decided to take the risk.
Yang Derong nervously introduced Du Changjiang, saying that he was not only good at promoting people, but also learned pinyin literacy very seriously.
Zhao Ping looked at Du Changjiang, smiled and nodded, indicating to drink tea.
Seeing that Zhao Ping didn't show up, Yang Derong finally felt relieved.
Although he had made up his mind about Du Changjiang, there was another matter that he couldn't talk about.
Because Zhao Ping had promised that if he passed the exam, he would arrange things for him.
Zhao Ping looked at Yang Derong, then at Du Changjiang, and asked, "Have you learned how to read Pinyin?"
The two looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"If you want to be a master, you can go to Jingyan. You will be able to accomplish a lot then." Zhao Ping said to the two of them.
Yang Derong thought for a moment, bowed his hands, and asked, "Are you two going to Jingyan Zhaojiazhuang Academy?"
"No, no." Zhao Ping shook his head and said, "It's not Zhaojiazhuang Academy, but a workshop."
"Are you going to be a shopkeeper? But students are not prepared to do business, and they have never been in business." Yang Derong expressed his worries.
"Of course I don't want you to be the shopkeeper." Zhao Ping looked at the two of them, looked at the sky, and said flatly, "I want you to be the master."
Yang Derong and Du Changjiang looked at each other and shook their heads at each other, wondering how to be a master in a workshop.
Yang Derong bowed deeply and asked Zhao Ping: "Teacher, how do you become a master in a workshop?"
"Most of the workers in the workshop are illiterate, and they prefer to study." Zhao Ping thought for a while and said.
Yang Derong was even more puzzled and asked: "Teacher, how can they study when they work during the day?"
"Of course you can't study during the day, but you can study at night." Zhao Ping said patiently, "There are lights at night, don't worry about that."
"But they are old, what should we do about this?" Yang Derong asked another question.
"The foremen here have read some books and have some basic knowledge. For foremen, the workshop requires them to read," Zhao Ping nodded.
It turns out that this workshop school is mainly for these foremen. It seems that there are not many people and there are some basics. It seems that the difficulty is not as high as before.
The two of them had just felt relieved, but Zhao Ping's next words gave them a headache: "For craftsmen who are not foremen, the school cannot shut out the door, as long as they come in."
Yang Derong and Du Changjiang looked at each other and couldn't help but frown.
"Although the craftsmen have not studied, they still have advantages. They are young." Zhao Ping took the two people in his eyes and analyzed them one by one.
Yang Derong pondered for a while and nodded, then asked: "But they really have too little time."
"They don't have enough time and can't use the previous method to teach them, so they just use pinyin to teach them." Zhao Ping told the two people the method.
Yang Derong and Du Changjiang looked at each other and nodded.
"How dare you not work hard to educate the people?" Yang Derong and Du Changjiang stood up together and bowed to Zhao Ping, "Students must do their best."
"Good, good! There is no greater good. This is an unprecedented feat." Zhao Ping returned the gift and said earnestly, "If you do this well, Zhaojiazhuang will also set up a night school. The school will need mountain leaders, Xuezheng, etc. .”
Yang Derong and Du Changjiang couldn't help but be overjoyed. Zhao Ping had made a wish.
The two looked at each other. Not only did they educate the people, they could also go a step further and become academics and even mountain chiefs.
Zhaojiazhuang Jingyan School.
Tang Kaiwen, Hou Guangshi, and Luo Hefu drank tea together in the public room, unhappy with each other.
Tang Kaiwen opened the tea cup and took a sip. He almost spit it out. He couldn't help frowning and asked: "Why is it in vain again? Where is the tea?"
"No, why does Ziyu (characterized by Luo Hefu) still have tea?" Hou Guangshi looked at Luo Hefu's tea cup, frowned and asked, "Ziyu doesn't keep it secretly, does he?"
When Tang Kaiwen heard this, he couldn't help but look at Luo Hefu.
"The tea distributed in the school has been brewed for a long time. Although I like this drunken spring breeze, I have never kept it secretly." Luo Hefu looked at Tang Kaiwen and Hou Guangshi's teacups, and said lightly while drinking tea leisurely, "This is family tea. If you want, I can wait for you."
"Forget it. I'm used to drinking Chunfeng, and I have no interest in Tuancha anymore." Tang Kaiwen shook his head and continued to drink Baikai, "I'm afraid that the taste of tea will be reduced to the level of Tuancha."
"You can do it. If you don't want to drink Tuancha, then buy Zui Chunfeng yourself." Hearing that Tang Kaiwen was so disrespectful to him, Luo Hefu gave up and retaliated by running on him.
Hou Guangshi looked at the two of them, and when he saw the two blushing and thick-necked people about to quarrel, he hurriedly said to Xini: "This can't be blamed on the lack of hair in the school, it can only be blamed on us drinking too much. Half of the public rooms next door are not filled with tea."
Having said this, he turned around and looked at the Yun family's apartment next door, and then returned to his desk.
Tang Kaiwen glared at Luo Hefu, and sure enough, he took out a pack of Zui Chunfeng tea leaves from his drawer, brewed it for himself, and looked at it lightly: "You can drink whatever you want, you're welcome."
The two of them couldn't be more polite. They thanked each other and soaked it for themselves.
To be cautious, Hou Guangshi carefully grabbed some drunken spring breeze and soaked it for himself.
Luo Hefu poured out the Tuancha tea and immediately soaked it with the intoxicating spring breeze.
Tang Kaiwen felt a little heartbroken as he watched the two of them share his drunken spring breeze, but his face remained calm.
"Now the three of us have become a joke," he said with a sigh after taking a sip of the drunken spring breeze. "Not only can we not hold our heads high in the school, but our clan also has no face."
Hou Guangshi nodded, feeling the same way, and sighed deeply, "If it weren't for this, how could Zui Chunfeng consume it so quickly?"
"How about we resign?" Luo Hefu looked at the two of them and asked tentatively, "After such a big loss, I really don't have the dignity to stay in Zhaojiazhuang Academy."
"You can resign, but I have no such plan yet." Tang Kaiwen looked at Luo Hefu indifferently, and then focused on his tea.
Hou Guangshi shook his head and sighed: "Where in the world can there be such treatment as Zhaojiazhuang Academy? Not only is the salary generous, but it also provides free drunken spring breeze."
"Juren is just the threshold for being a scholar, but you cannot become an official." Tang Kaiwen took a sip of tea and sighed: "We are pretty good. Some of us even join the army."
"What about the three of us? It's shameless to stay here." Hou Guangshi put down the teacup and couldn't help but cover his face.
"I want to leave too," Luo Hefu looked at the two of them and found that they were looking at him. The topic suddenly changed and he said, "But I suddenly found that the mountain chief is very good to us."
Tang Kaiwen and Hou Guangshi shook their heads at each other. If the mountain leader was kind to us, how could he let the three of us in our class be reduced to the bottom three?
Tang Kaiwen put down the tea cup and stared at his forehead. He stood up and put his hand on Luo Hefu's forehead and asked, "Are you not sick?"
"Of course Yu is not sick." Luo Hefu blocked Tang Kaiwen's dirty hand with his hand.
Tang Kaiwen looked at Luo Hefu condescendingly, his tone full of ridicule: "You are not sick, how can you say sick words?"
"The two students sent by the mountain chief are indeed very talented." Luo and Fu felt a little frightened when he stared at them, but they said not to be outdone.
Tang Kaiwen and Hou Guangshi looked at each other and shook their heads.
Tang Kaiwen thought about it and felt something was wrong. He shook his head, frowned and asked, "Did the mountain chief send students again?"
