“Brother Aboci’s Hungry Fortune~~”
"Have you learned yet?"
"Tip, I didn't learn it. Do you want to try it again?"
"What's your name? Forget it. It's not important. Go and stand at the door. Who else doesn't understand?"
The doctor at the pharmacy did not dare to say anything, so he quickly ran to the door and stood aside.
"I understand, I learned it."
"Well, the guy sitting in the corner, stand up. How do you pronounce this letter?"
Zheng Xiong casually wrote a b on the blackboard and asked.
"Read de."
"Very good. I'm very pleased. Let's go out and stand."
Same as above, he is also a doctor in a pharmacy.
"That kid in the second row, yes, it's just you, what are you reading?"
"Read the waves."
"Yes, this letter is read as waves. You sit down first, and the others will learn from it. If you understand it, you understand it. If you don't understand, don't pretend to understand."
"Who else doesn't understand?"
Zheng Xiong casually drew a Q again and pointed at someone.
"Tit up, read seven."
"Then what do these read?"
Zheng Xiong wrote a few more letters on the blackboard.
"Withdraw, read QAQ."
"Be more conscious and go out and stand."
Painful and happy, Zheng Xiong felt the joy of being a teacher, but also felt the helplessness and sadness of being a teacher. The work of teaching and educating people requires good patience and a serious and responsible attitude.
"Take out your small blackboard, listen to me read it, and write the letters on the small blackboard. After you finish writing, bring them up in order, and I will check them."
"The Buddhist Mechanical Science Room~"
After Zheng Xiong reported the letters, he started random inspection from the front row. The children in the front row walked up to the stage one by one, waiting for instructions.
"Wrong two, go and stand at the door for a quarter of an hour, next one."
"That's right. Go back to your seat first. Uncle will give you some sweets later."
"Three wrong. Stand at the door for a quarter and a half. What are those two people over there whispering to each other about? Come forward."
Seeing a few people whispering beside him, Zheng Xiong casually picked up the chalk, broke off a section and threw it over. He hit the target with good accuracy.
I couldn't treat one person favorably, so I threw several more chalk heads and smashed them one by one. The sound of words that just raised my head quickly disappeared.
After correcting the answers on the small blackboard, only a few children were spared from being punished to stand. All the doctors in the pharmacy were wiped out, and the children who failed the test were punished to stand outside.
Taking out the snacks he brought out in the morning, Zheng Xiong gave them to the children in front of him.
"Ahead of the day, don't you give out candy? Why is it a snack? I want some candy, that one is sweet."
"It's a coincidence that we don't have sugar here. Let's have some snacks first. This one is also sweet."
"No, I want to eat candy."
"Zhong, either go to the door and stand there to give you candy, or give me some snacks now."
After a period of teaching by doctors, they were considered useless. The students taught by a group of Buddhist doctors were not afraid of life at all, and they dared to bargain in front of themselves, the principal.
In desperation, Zheng Xiong even shouted out Chinese characters to express his attitude.
The crowd standing in a row at the door finally made the child retreat. He picked up the snack and took a bite, and said weakly.
“The dim sum is so fragrant and delicious.”
"As long as it's delicious, you guys and I, the principal, go sit outside and eat."
The heat wave was overwhelming, and the people standing outside were already covered in sweat. Zheng Xiong, who had just walked out of the classroom, regretted it.
But he couldn't regret what he had just said. He took the initiative and led a few people to eat snacks in front of the punished crowd. The children were in a good mood, making faces and teasing everyone in front of them.
After forcing themselves to eat snacks next to each other, Zheng Xiong asked the group of people to go back indoors. The purpose of corporal punishment was not to correct everyone's attitude, but to have the dignity of the principal himself.
Zheng Xiong's prestige has been established in front of the children, and the learning atmosphere is getting better and better. He has learned all twenty-six pinyin in a few days.
Then there are twenty-three initial consonants, twenty-four finals, and sixteen syllables for overall recognition.
In the palace, Lao Zhu was giving instructions on the memorial, and Mao Xiang quietly told the inquiring information.
"Your Majesty, recently the nobles in Nanjing have become increasingly arrogant, oppressing the people, and the people who are greedy for pleasure are complaining. The general has heard a lot of rumors."
"You secretly disperse the people around you and see if you can collect some evidence. You can also tell us other hearsay information."
"In Nanjing, more and more people are losing their hair after washing their hair with soap from pharmacies. Some of them have regrown their hair, while others have never grown back. There are also many people who are dissatisfied with this."
Hearing Mao Xiang talk about this matter, Lao Zhu rubbed his eyebrows, trouble. If he shaved off his hair as a monk, he could tolerate it. After all, he had been a monk for a few days.
He had dealt with the hair loss caused by washing his hair with soap, and Zheng Xiong was willing to undergo crucifixion and issued a notice.
But people's hearts are really unpredictable. I also issued the edict to restore my clothes. If I don't have hair, there is no question of whether to wear it on the left side or on the right side. I haven't made a political mistake by keeping my hair in Jurchen or Mongolian style. , it’s really difficult to deal with.
"We already know this. There are many victims who have come to report to the Ministry of Education. I can't tell who is right and who is wrong. Let's wait until the weather gets colder."
"Zheng Tiling from Huimin Pharmacy recently made a dictionary. Now it has started teaching in the pharmacy's school. Finally, he will get a printed dictionary."
After speaking, Mao Xiang took out the dictionary and handed it to Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu picked up the dictionary and looked through it quietly. He did not object to the simplified Chinese character Lao Zhu. After all, he was an emperor who wanted to speak as plainly as possible even in his memorials.
However, the pinyin and left-to-right writing style of this ghost painting made Lao Zhu very unaccustomed to it, and he was confused.
"Stay here, is there anything else?"
"Also, the pharmacy has been paying attention to a lot of people recently, and I found a lot of them here."
"You don't have to worry about this, but if there are any changes at the pharmacy, you have to report it to us in time."
After Mao Xiang finished his report, he took Lao Zhu's signal and resigned.
A person waiting outside also got Lao Zhu's order and stepped forward to report on the work.
"Your Majesty, the explosives produced by the glass factory, Wei Chen produced several weapons of mass destruction, please show your Majesty."
Hearing this, Lao Zhu became interested.
"Oh, what are their tricks? Forget it, I've been a bit busy these two days. In two days, we'll go over and have a look ourselves. You should be prepared first."
On the other side, several people were playing with dictionaries and discussing something.
"A few of you have read this dictionary, please tell me what you think."
"What's so good about ghost-drawing talismans? Simplified Chinese characters are completely unfashionable. Also, the writing and symbols from left to right make my head hurt. It's just a school. I don't understand how you care so much about teaching this kind of thing." What to do."
"That's right. The pharmacy teaches these ghosts how to draw talismans all day long. I really don't see what the problem is."
"Since you all say so, I won't say much, but since it's a school, you still need to pay more attention."
(End of chapter)
