The sand in the sand table is still in the river. The masters in Luocheng had left some after building the house before, but the quantity was not large. They were piled at the root of the wall of the back room, near the kitchen. These were prepared for the water when the water was gone. use. When there's a fire at home, sometimes sand works better than water.
Still a little short of time, Liang Chuan took Zhaodi to the river to fish for sand. Zhaodi is completely free now. He doesn't even need to walk the dog. He doesn't like making bamboo weaving. Sometimes he helps He Baozheng make mosquito coils. Sometimes he goes to the river to see the fish and clams. He wanders around the tea garden on the mountain from time to time. See if it has been stolen, but there is nothing serious about it that belongs to him.
Liang Chuan didn't see Ma Dan when registering for school yesterday, nor did the other three children with Ma Dan. By the river, Liang Chuan saw this young but precocious child sitting blankly by the river with a sad look on his face.
"Where did you go, Ma Dan? Did you tell your father what you told him? Your father and his family's life is much easier now, and they don't need your help. What's the matter? Your father still refuses to let you go to school? "Liang Chuan walked to Ma Dan and said, and saw the young boy pulling a grass stalk and holding it in his mouth, with a look of melancholy that was inappropriate for his age.
"Going to school is not our business, so..."
Liang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and a sentence came out of this little baby's mouth, as if he had experienced all the suffering in the world, and it made his heart heavy.
"Then what's your business?"
"I just want to raise two lambs. When the lambs are grown, I can sell them to get a wife and then have a son."
"Who told you this?"
"Dad said it."
"Then let me ask you, what will your son do in the future?"
"my son?"
At this point, he suddenly froze.
Liang Chuan asked him solemnly: "When your son Xiaoma grows up, will he go to the mountains to herd sheep for wealthy families like you? Then you will live counting sheep dung and balls for generations?"
"My father said that studying is useless. The children of a sheepherder are still sheepherders. Don't think about hopeless things. You will harm yourself and your family. You should be a human being."
"Then tell me, what do you think?"
"I think what my father said makes sense..." Ma Dan spoke softer and quieter. He did not dare to disobey his father, "But my father worked hard all his life and finally lost his family and even my grandfather's land. , we just know how to farm! In fact, I don’t want to be like him. I want to live in a big house like you and have fish to eat every day. Tell me if you learned all these fish-catching methods from books! "Ma Dan was eagerly looking forward to getting a definite answer from Liang Chuan. He was less than ten years old, but the confusion of life had already caught up with him.
"Yes. If you don't want to be like your father, you have to study! Read good books and get ahead!" Liang Chuan is not an MLM person and is not that eloquent. He just told his father's example.
"If you read too much, not only will you no longer have to herd sheep, but you will also be given sheep to eat! The truth is in the book, you can find it yourself!"
After all, Ma Dan is still young. Young people who are willing to admit defeat are willing to accept their fate. There is no way to survive when dealing with sheep. As long as there is a ladder, anyone is willing to climb to the sky!
"You didn't lie..."
Before he finished speaking, he figured out how his boss could lie to others. .
"I will tell my dad when I get back that I must come to your school. I can only repay the kindness I owe him when I grow up!" Ma Dan stood up from the river embankment and patted his butt without looking back. Then he left, and a word came from far away: "I will report to the school tomorrow!"
It’s not easy to have such ideas at such a young age.
He Baozheng made a list according to Liang Chuan's instructions, drove an ox cart to Fengshan to buy pens, paper, ink and inkstones, almost everyone had a set, then cut four long wooden boards in the shape of couplets and asked the master to engrave the two poems from yesterday. Go up. Then I went to Zheng Ji's clothing store and hired a tailor. I made an appointment to go to Fengshan early tomorrow morning. There was a big deal! He has worked hard for the children in the village. What hope does their generation have? But if there are a few good students in the village who can study, then Jiuquanxia will have an explanation for the ancestors.
May 5th, Dragon Boat Festival.
Liang Chuan originally wanted to knock the gong at the door of his house, but the distance from the village entrance to his home was not short, and the people at the village entrance would definitely not be able to hear it. Several children in the village lived at the village entrance. Meng Liangchen thought for a while, then took the gong and went home.
Liang Chuan asked him if he wanted to knock. He said that he came from the village entrance and knocked all the way, which was just right.
Early on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Meng Liangchen finished his meal and walked along the road from his home, holding a gong and beating it. No one would laugh at him or say anything bad about him. When they saw him, they would bow first and ask politely: "Good morning, sir!"
Meng Liangchen knocked on the gong along the way, but not a single child came out. No, he imagined that the students were staying at home waiting for his gong. They came out in response and followed him dancing and dancing to the school together. How happy he was. , however it didn’t. He frowned and continued to knock on the door of the school, and saw a scene that made the ice in his heart melt instantly.
Each of the seventeen children has a clean and fresh face. Although the clothes on their bodies are shabby, they are mended without a trace of flesh color. The clothes are washed cleanly, with no mud or oil stains. The seventeen children are lined up in a row. A bright smile greets her husband!
"Hello, sir!" Seventeen people all bent down and performed a teacher's salute. The clear and tender children's voices were sweet and sweet, even better than the sounds of nature. Then they raised their heads and seventeen smiling faces looked silly and happy. They were so happy and excited that they didn't sleep all night. They were afraid that they would miss the new clothes while it was still dark, so they ran to the door of the school first and waited for the gong.
At this moment, Meng Liangchen's heart that had been unable to calm down for a long time finally calmed down under his calm appearance. This was really a training in the world of mortals, and his heart palpitated. These children are the future of the country. No matter where they are, they are home and country everywhere. He looked at the children and smiled knowingly. There was no coldness in winter in his smile, only the warmth of spring. He experienced the sacredness and responsibility of teaching and educating people. The burden on his shoulders made his feet more solid.
Liang Chuan once said to him, if you want to realize your ambition, you can't rely on your own strength. You need someone to support you and help you! Are those hopes just around the corner? .
Meng Liangchen had never been a teacher, he had been a student, so he still knew how to teach students. Seventeen sand trays are filled with sand, and a bamboo stick is placed on the sand tray.
The students took their seats in order, according to the seats arranged yesterday. Meng Liangchen did not pick up a book or a pen. He just walked around the classroom twice with his hands behind his back and said quietly: "Today is the first class of our Tsinghua Academy. I hope you can remember today. Today is also a special day. You Do you know!"
"I know, my mother said we would eat rice dumplings and hang calamus today!" a taller and older child said.
"Eating is important, but we need to see the meaning behind it. Does anyone else say anything?" Meng Liangchen's teaching method is very advanced, a bit like the open teaching method of university professors, rather than blindly cramming into students' minds. To instill knowledge, first arouse everyone's interest, use the story as an opportunity to draw out the meaning behind it, and let students think! It seems that putting this kid in the school is the right place!
Liang Chuan stood outside the door, quietly watching the content in the classroom. A big stone fell in his heart, and he had an explanation for Lao He. It's just that Ma Dan, whom I promised yesterday, didn't show up today, and I felt a little disappointed for no reason.
Suddenly a voice came from behind him: "The Dragon Boat Festival on May 5th is a day to commemorate Qu Zi and Wu Zi!"
Everyone went out in response and saw a boy with a bruised face standing outside the door. Liang Chuan took a look and said, "Damn it, isn't this a horse egg? How can someone beat him up to be so virtuous!"
"Go in and find a place to sit!" Liang Chuan smiled. This kid probably had a falling out with his father, Ma, who couldn't help but punish him severely. There was no more trouble in the classroom. The child who just answered said to Ma Dan: "Come, come and squeeze with me!" Ma Dan's face was blooming, but he still grinned and sat down politely. passed.
Meng Liangchen glanced at Liang Chuan and pretended that nothing had happened, and then continued: "Today I will teach you how to write Qu Zi and Wu Zi, and then tell you their stories."
"Pick up the bamboo sticks in your sandbox and write after me." Meng Liangchen also had a sandbox himself, and it was a specially made large sandbox that was designed to serve as a blackboard. He held a bamboo stick and used the stick as a substitute for writing. He scratched on the sand table, one stroke at a time, with a rush of wind when he started writing. Although he was writing on the sand, the words on the fine sand were no less than on paper, and they were still moving vigorously. Dragon and snake, the word "flexion" appears.
The students picked up the wooden sticks, but they were all stunned. The teacher's handwriting was so good that they couldn't write it. On the sand table, Meng Liangchen kept the big characters, took them apart, and traced them one stroke at a time, "Follow me, horizontal, folded, horizontal, left...!"
Under Liang Chuan's suggestion, the students did not use paper and ink directly to practice calligraphy. Instead, they first practiced on the sand table with bamboo sticks and fine sand. They first practiced the shape of the characters and then the meaning of the characters! It is impossible to practice calligraphy in one step, you can only practice slowly, and this is the first step in a journey of thousands of miles!
Yi Niang and Yang Xiu made a lot of pork-filled rice dumplings. In the school, Meng Liangchen spoke eloquently and told the story of the sacrifice of two patriots from Chu State thousands of years ago. In order to protect their bodies, people made rice dumplings to lure fish and shrimps. Although the myth is wonderful, it cannot stand up to the sweetness of the rice dumplings. Before noon, hungry gurgles are heard one after another in the school, like the roar of spring, which makes people laugh. The children's thoughts are hooked away by the meat rice dumplings.
Meng Liangchen scolded several times and continued to tell the story of Qu Zi: "Yi Yu has a good heart, and even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets..." The students' minds were slightly calmer, and they were thinking about their parents' teachings. Those who are scholars should work hard and cherish the time!
The gong finally rang for the end of get out of class, and Liang Chuan asked Yi Niang to bring a basket of rice dumplings to the wing.
