Looking at the group of innocent-looking children in front of him, the old master who had always been the most knowledgeable in East Bay City sighed, feeling that his life was over.
Although he did not think that education was an unspeakable thing, he never believed that every child should go to school to learn to read.
This is simply a ridiculous thing. How can there be any reason in the world for everyone to read? Everyone has learned the teachings of saints and understood various principles, so who will farm the land, who will do the work, and who will be the slaves and servants?
The ones he couldn't tolerate the most were actually the girls sitting in the corner, a little worried and hesitant.
Damn it, what is this? What's the deal with men and women studying in the same room and enjoying the same treatment?
Sighing again, the old man looked at the two soldiers sitting near the door. He could only bite the bullet and use the powdered inferior chalk to write a few words on the blackened wall, and then let everyone Everybody writes along.
In the world that the old man is familiar with, if a girl wants to learn something, shouldn't she ask Xi to teach her at home?
If a boy wants to study, isn't it necessary to test whether his family is innocent, whether he is enlightened, and whether he has the determination and determination to teach in different grades?
To gather together like this is to insult the word education! Although he was thinking this in his heart, he looked at the two soldiers at the door and could only swallow his words.
The situation is stronger than the people - the two soldiers at the door are not here to protect him, but to supervise him. He must teach according to the teaching schedule honestly. What kind of study diary should the two soldiers keep when they come to study? I heard that their company commander has to check it every day.
As a scholar, the old man thought that he was a knowledgeable master who lived in eight villages in ten miles and eight villages. Even if his students could not hear the princes, they would at least be refined scholars and poets.
It's good now. If these two big-headed soldiers go out and say that they are their teachers, I will not be able to survive at this age...
Therefore, the old scholar, who could feel the muscles on his face twitching, could only suppress his frustration and anger and teach the pronunciation of each word written on the blackboard one by one.
Sighing again, he walked down the steps with his hands behind his back and walked among the children with different desks. He walked along the aisle step by step, feeling a pain in his heart with every step he took.
These are all good desks, and he has seen every one of them: the one in the first row belongs to Mr. Li’s family, which is very majestic; the desk on the left in the second row is an heirloom of the Zhao family, and he usually doesn’t like it. Don't bear to use it a few more times; the one at the back... that one... the damn one is his own!
How can it not be distressing to see the desks handed down from Huanghuali being lined up in the classroom for these bastards to use at will?
Having said that, these big-headed soldiers who came from afar and claimed to be from the Tang Dynasty were really generous. The white paper was provided as if it was free of charge. As long as every child went to get it, it would be paid in full, and they did not refuse.
What made him even more depressed was that the words written by the children in front of him on such a piece of fine white paper were really as if insects were crawling!
"Bi Feng! Bi Feng!" The old man almost lost his breath in anger. He couldn't help coughing and scolded: "This handwriting is so bad, how can it show the character of a scholar?"
"..." A sergeant sitting at the door looked down at his ugly words and curled his lips: When he was so frightened by the shells that he knelt on the ground and shivered, I couldn't see your integrity, old man...
He didn't like these low-level masters who taught literacy at all, and the same was true in Bunas. These teachers who teach literacy are old die-hards from the past, and their classes are the most hated by students at Bunas School.
Especially later, after meeting the teachers of physics, chemistry, and physical education in school, they disliked these gentlemen who taught literacy even more.
This is actually wrong, it bears the obvious imprint of the times, and is a short-sighted and helpless compromise.
Datang Group is in a hurry to hire people, and the training cycle for talents is very short, so there is often no time to solidify the foundation. Everyone's handwriting is not good-looking, because from literacy to graduation, everyone has no time to practice their handwriting.
For them, the requirement is just the most basic, to be able to accurately write what they want to express so that others can understand it, that's it...
Tang Mo also knew it was not good, and would remind those who had graduated to practice their handwriting and improve their literary accomplishments. However, in a short period of time, this problem would still exist.
When he walked to the side of his desk, the sullen old master was startled for a moment. He saw a pair of thin hands full of calluses writing a few small words that were pretty good.
The child seemed unable to bear to waste such a large piece of paper all at once, so he just wrote the words on the blackboard neatly one by one in small fonts in the corner.
Stroke by stroke, the writing was very serious, and the fonts tried their best to imitate the elegant iron paintings and silver hooks on the blackboard.
The old man bent down slightly, looked at it for a few seconds, snorted arrogantly, and said: "The crossbar should be slightly arched. If there is an arc, the mountain cannot crush it, so it should be thicker... and there it is. Momentum. With Qi, you can develop rhyme... This is not far from good calligraphy."
He didn't know that what he was teaching now was actually only the most elementary and least valued part of the Datang Group's education system, so he moved to the back with a look of carelessness.
This slightly unexpected discovery gave the old man some enlightenment. He seemed to understand some truth, and the child who wrote some interesting words became a surprise to him.
The boy who wrote wrote the same words several times, stubbornly making his words more like the blackboard.
His name is Liu Guozhu, formerly known as Liu Zhu. He has never been to school before, and he has no extravagant hope that he will have the opportunity to be the apprentice of an old master in the city. His name was given by Cao Fei, and the additional Chinese character seemed to make it sound smoother.
For Liu Guozhu, everything Cao Fei said has been engraved in his heart. He now believes that there really is such a place in this world... called Bunas.
He also believes what Cao Fei said. One day, Dongwan City will be as beautiful as Bunas. Starlight will illuminate the streets and lanes at night. Everyone will have endless food and unpatched clothes!
So he studied hard, seized every opportunity to study, and vowed to become a useful person, learning everything he could in order to become a great person like Cao Fei!
"Dang! Dang!" In this temporary school, even the big clock in Dongwan City that reminds everyone of the time was requisitioned and hung on the big tree in the center of the mansion to serve as the end of get out of class bell.
When he heard the bell, the old man walked back to the lecture hall, and in a long tone, shouted loudly: "You should think about this opportunity, it is rare and hard-won! Go back and practice hard, don't let yourself down!"
"Remember!" All the students stood up, including the two big soldiers at the door, and responded unevenly to the old man's end-of-get out of class message.
Then, the children in the classroom dispersed as the old man walked off the stage, because the following courses were all things they liked and were good at.
Mathematics, physics, and chemistry haven’t started yet, and the books are still adrift at sea, but the other courses have already started, and the content is very popular.
Agriculture courses teach all children how to plant, something that children from poor families already know. They just don’t know the principles, so they are serious about learning.
In the afternoon, these children would learn military drills from the troops, which frightened all the parents.
They worry that their children will be trained as soldiers and then sent to the battlefield to become cannon fodder. They believe that this kind of learning has bad intentions and is a way for the occupying forces to catch young men.
But these doubts soon dissipated, because these indigenous people really did not have the courage to challenge the machine guns and cannons.
When the Mirage people invaded a few months ago, they didn't have the courage to resist. How could they have the courage to challenge the Tang people who had beaten away the Mirage people?
So everyone can only complain behind their backs, and then watch their children getting stronger and more energetic and at a loss.
The families of school-going children receive a half-person food subsidy, and children enjoy special food supplies at school, and eating in the school cafeteria is completely free...
For the sake of food for half a person, these families can only hold their noses and take risks to send their children to school. There is no way, the only one who has food these days is grandpa.
Whenever they see bags of flour and grain being transported from large ships docked at the port, the residents of Dongwan City become more honest.
Because they have never seen so much food - for them, this is almost equal to the "prosperity".
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
In the afternoon, Liu Guozhu got his wish and received the wooden gun that belonged to him. These wooden guns were made from local materials and were whittled by soldiers with bayonets. They looked bumpy and had only the general appearance of a gun.
But even so, Liu Guozhu still likes it. He held this thing and carried out every order of the sergeants who drilled them.
He completed every movement meticulously, and there was always a figure in front of him, a figure as majestic as a mountain.
The sight of Cao Fei killing the mirage goblins with his gun in front of him made Liu Guozhu intoxicated. He wants to become that kind of person so that his fellow villagers will no longer be bullied by others!
"Kill!" He lunged and thrust his spear, shouting like lightning. Although his body is still very thin, his movements are abnormal. The noncommissioned officer watching on the side nodded frequently, indicating that he was extremely satisfied with the course he chose.
