The arrival of Nie Dong and others can not only serve as instructors and help train soldiers.
At the same time, it completes the rules in the military, such as the reward and punishment system.
Under their suggestions, Han Zhen re-formulated the reward system, which was more complete and reasonable than before.
That is, all money seized during the war was transferred to the military account, and rewards were calculated based on military merit and position.
The first level of beheading is rewarded with four pieces of money.
If there are merits such as capturing an enemy general alive or ascending first, rewards will be given based on the specific military merits.
In addition, there are additional rewards for the positions of team leader and captain.
It almost copied the Western Army. The only difference was that the Western Army didn't pay, but Han Zhen did!
Full of pay, full of food, and rewards. If such an army does not have fighting strength, then Han Zhenzhen will have nothing to say.
…
Under night, several bonfires were lit in the open space not far from the village.
A hundred soldiers sat cross-legged in a semicircle.
Except for Wang and Wu who were seriously injured, all the soldiers came.
Han Zhen stood with his hands behind his hands and a blackboard beside him.
This blackboard was made by Carpenter Chen earlier. Several long wooden boards were spliced together using a mortise and tenon structure, and then a thick layer of raw lacquer was painted on the front.
Wait for the raw paint to solidify, and a simple blackboard is ready.
As for chalk... He already has a lime kiln, so why can't he make chalk?
In addition, each soldier holds a small blackboard, which is square and only the size of an adult's hand.
Han Zhen wrote a word on the blackboard, and they followed suit and used chalk to write on the small blackboard.
This is much more convenient than a sand table. It is small and lightweight. You can put it in your arms when not in use. When you rest, you can take it out to write at any time.
Villagers can be taught by others, but these soldiers must be taught by Han Zhen himself.
This is a good opportunity to establish your authority and build closer relationships.
As for why these soldiers come to class obediently, the reason is simple.
Han Zhen only said one sentence: It's up to you whether you want to learn or not, but if you want to be promoted in the future, you must be literate and good at arithmetic.
After writing the simplified character 'I' on the blackboard, Han Zhen said loudly: "This character means me, which means I and I. Do you understand?"
All the soldiers nodded in unison.
Seeing this, Han Zhen said: "Now that I understand, let's start copying now!"
After counting to a hundred silently in his mind, he said loudly: "When the time is up, when you have finished writing, raise the small blackboard."
Uh-huh!
Most of the soldiers held up the blackboard, while a small number of them looked embarrassed.
Seeing this, Han Zhen pointed to the open space in the middle: "Old rules, if you haven't finished writing, go out and do twenty push-ups!"
For a moment, the soldiers who had not finished writing stood up and came to the open space, lay down on the ground and began to do push-ups.
This can not only have the effect of punishment, but also exercise the body, killing two birds with one stone.
After Nie Dong huffed and puffed twenty times in a row, he stood up without blushing or out of breath and said: "This method is quite interesting. It can actually exercise arm strength. It can be promoted in the army in the future."
The key is convenience. No equipment is needed and you can do it lying down on the ground.
Han Zhen sneered and said: "Don't talk about this yet, you have been punished five times in a row. If you fail to write it down next time, the punishment will be doubled."
Hearing this, Nie Dong couldn't help but blush, and said awkwardly: "Next time, I will do it next time."
Seeing the soldier on the side grinning sillyly, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you laughing? You did it five times too!"
"Clam!"
The soldier's smile faltered.
After teaching ten words, Han Zhen announced that get out of class was over.
These people don't know a single Chinese character. Learning ten characters a day is already the limit. We can't expect too much from them.
Moreover, Han Zhen teaches simplified Chinese characters, which are easier to write because there are fewer strokes.
In fact, during the Northern Song Dynasty, simplified Chinese characters were already very common, mostly in letters.
During this period, his correspondence with Changzhi County was always in simplified Chinese, so Changzhi County could still understand it.
After writing the ten words taught today on the blackboard one by one, Han Zhen knocked on the blackboard and ordered: "Read more and write more in your free time. I will check your homework during class tomorrow night."
"Got the order!"
The soldiers answered feebly.
Especially Nie Dong, who told him to go into battle and kill the enemy without blinking an eye.
But learning to read and write would really cost him his life.
It's just a few strokes of words, but the chalk doesn't obey the instructions in my hand, as if it's possessed by an evil spirit.
Han Zhen said coldly: "Louder, I didn't hear you clearly!"
"Got the order!"
The soldiers shook their heads and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Han Zhen nodded with satisfaction, dropped the chalk, and rode his horse all the way back to the house.
In the hall of the second hospital, Han Zhang, An Niang and others were also teaching at the moment.
An Niang, Fang Sansan, and Si Niang will manage the shop next, which is not a problem if they don't know how to read and arithmetic.
Not to mention Han Zhang, who is now helping her uncle manage the small warehouse, but she actually has no idea how much money is actually in the small warehouse.
Too much!
With her arithmetic skills, there are really countless.
I have no choice but to learn from them.
Seeing Han Zhen come back, Fang Sansan's eyes suddenly lit up with a sad face, and he stood up quickly and said: "Alang is back, I will help Alang wash up."
"sit down!"
Han Zhen scolded and said coldly: "Study hard. If you don't learn well then, see how I deal with you!"
"oh."
After being exposed, Fang Sansan sat down again, his round face becoming bitter again.
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That night.
There was silence in Xiaodong Village.
Around the second watch, the door of a thatched hut was pushed open.
Immediately afterwards, a family of six went out carrying large and small bags, and quickly ran towards the outside of the village under the faint starlight.
But before he had even taken two steps, a loud shout rang out from the night.
"No, Zhang Qiao ran away!"
"Someone come quickly!"
This shout broke the silence, and all the villagers in Xiaodong Village woke up from their sleep.
Zhang Qiao's family of six did not run away after all, but were intercepted by villagers midway.
Li Chang was holding a cane, looking at Zhang Qiao who was tied up on the ground, and scolded: "You bitch, you have run away a hundred times, but what should we do?"
"You are a bird, you actually want to kill us!"
Lu Da pushed aside the crowd, rushed forward, and kicked Zhang Qiao hard in the heart.
"Ouch!"
Zhang Qiao cried out in pain and lay on his back.
Zhang Qiao's mother-in-law cried out: "Chief, please let our family go. There are six people in my family, and we have to pay thirty-six thousand dollars. Our family has a total of eight acres of dry land. Even if we sell it all, I can’t pay all the taxes!”
Dry farmland is not the best farmland, so it cannot be sold at a good price.
Moreover, now that every village is collecting cash, I am afraid that there are not a few villagers selling their fields, and those wealthy businessmen will definitely take the opportunity to lower the price.
If an acre of land can be sold for three to five guan, it is considered a high-quality incense.
The chief said sternly: "Let you go, what will we do?"
"Chief, please, our whole family will die if we stay!"
Zhang Qiao struggled to get up, kowtowing and begging.
Seeing him crying, the three children didn't know what was going on and started crying together.
However, the villagers looked at them indifferently.
The chief was unmoved and waved his hand: "Take him back and take good care of him!"
Zhang Qiaomian was dragged back home by the villagers as if he were dead.
Although the rope around him was untied, he knew in his heart that his family would never leave the village again.
As the door was closed, the faint conversation of the villagers could be heard outside.
"This bastard wants to escape, damn it."
"Fortunately, the chief arranged for someone to patrol at night, otherwise he would have run away."
"That's right, I don't care if I die, but I want to drag us to death together!"
"..."
