"Seize the front row? What does this mean?"
Sister-in-law Cuilan handed the porridge in her hand to Qin Nan and said: "The night school in the county is divided into five groups every night, one of which is taught by our county grandpa himself. The front row seats are reserved for children aged 5-15. our."
"These positions are not fixed every day, so these dolls have to compete to sit in the front row every day!"
But from sister-in-law Cuilan's words, Qinan couldn't understand what magic power this night school had that could attract this little kid so much. So he asked: "Sister-in-law, can I go to the night class later?"
Sister-in-law Cuilan nodded: "Of course, the county master encourages everyone to live and learn. Everyone has to attend the class and learn to read. But we people have to sit in the back."
Sister-in-law Cuilan glanced at the corner again and found that the two children had even forgotten to bring their charcoal pens and writing tablets. She quickly said to Qi Nan: "Little sister, hurry up and drink this porridge. I will bring it later." You go and send charcoal pens and calligraphy tablets to Shitou and Bei'an. They were so careless that they forgot to bring them."
Wang Erniu, who had just finished washing the dishes and burped, also said, "Sister-in-law, let me go and deliver charcoal and calligraphy tablets to Shitou and the others first."
As Wang Erniu said this, he picked up the charcoal pen and writing board that his sister-in-law said in the corner and walked out.
While blowing the porridge in his hand to cool down, Qinan glanced at the things in Wang Erniu's hands and found that they were two square pieces of wood, and the things for writing were two pieces of black charcoal.
There was a time when his family could afford pens, inks, paper and inkstones, but now he was reduced to asking his younger brother to use charcoal as pens and wooden boards as paper. Thinking of this, Qin Nan felt bitter in his heart.
But when Qinan took a bite of the cooled rice porridge into her mouth, the rich rice fragrance was like a breeze in the field, blowing away all the bitterness that bothered her.
Qi Nan had never tasted such delicious porridge. Not only did it not stick in her throat, it was also so smooth and fragrant, just like the nectar in a fairy tale.
Unknowingly, Qin Nan drank up a full bowl of porridge.
"Little sister Qi, you must not be full yet, right? I'll get you another bowl."
Qinan knew that food was expensive nowadays, and the food he just drank was rich and smooth, obviously not cheap, so he immediately pulled Sister Cuilan over.
"Sister-in-law, I just lost time eating porridge. Let's go to night school now."
Seeing this, sister-in-law Cuilan saw that the time was almost up, so she could only take Qinan to the place where the night school was.
The so-called night school in Pingliang County is actually a large open space in the southwest of the city.
Every night Zhou Yi would have people light hundreds of lanterns over the open space, illuminating the open space as if it were daytime.
When Qi Nan saw the brightly lit open space, he couldn't help but sigh to himself: "The county magistrate must have spent a lot of money just lighting up the lights every night!"
Cuilan's sister-in-law on the side said with pride: "The county magistrate has said that it takes ten years to grow trees and a hundred years to cultivate people. No matter how poor you are, you can't afford education, and no matter how hard it is, you can't hurt your children."
Qinan, who was deeply influenced by his family education, was also shocked when he heard this.
Previously, Zhouyi taught five scattered characters every night, and I felt that the teaching was almost done. Yesterday, Zhouyi began to teach "Three Character Classic" again.
Of course, there are not many Three Character Classics taught by Zhouyi. Considering the receptive ability of these people, only a small section is taught every day.
A bell rang, and sister-in-law Cuilan, who knew the rules, hurriedly pulled Qinan to find a suitable seat to sit down.
"Class is about to start, let's hurry up and sit down!"
At this time, Zhou Yi, who was wearing casual clothes, walked to the loudspeaker at the front and said to everyone in the audience like a strict teacher: "Yesterday, I taught you a short section of the Three Character Classic. Now everyone should write it down for me. .”
"The little ones wrote on the writing board, and the others wrote silently on the ground for me. If I can't write silently, no one will be allowed to eat at noon tomorrow."
Originally, Qi Nan thought that the county magistrate Zhou Yi on the stage was clearly trying to make things difficult for these people. Which county town's common people could read and write?
Reading and writing are things that only the rich and noble people can master. It's okay to let the children learn to write. If you let these elderly people write and draw, isn't it because you don't want to let people eat!
But the next second, Qinan saw a scene that surprised her.
After everyone in the open space heard the order, people like Sister-in-law Cuilan and the others skillfully took out a wooden stick from their arms, and then began to write down on the ground what Professor Zhou Yi taught yesterday.
"Human beings are inherently good by nature, similar in nature, but far apart in habits..."
Although these characters are written crookedly, the content of the words can be vaguely seen.
Moreover, Qin Nan also saw an old man without arms holding a wooden stick in his mouth and skillfully writing the Three Character Classic taught by Zhou Yi. The most important thing was that the words written by the old man's mouth were extremely neat and beautiful.
Actually, Zhouyi himself taught the night class very casually, but the common people studied it very seriously.
There is no other reason than that Zhou Yi often threatens the people of Pingliang County with eating. If they don't learn well, they will starve. The people who have always relied on food must study and remember it seriously after hearing this.
Zhou Yi and several people from the night school responsible for teaching literacy in the county went down for an inspection.
When seeing children who have written well and correctly, Zhou Yi will gently stroke their heads to encourage them, and will also give them a pointer for those who have written incorrectly.
When Zhou Yi walked up to the old man with broken arms that Qin Nan had just seen, Zhou Yi saw the neat calligraphy on the ground and praised him without hesitation: "Old Jiangtou, your handwriting is really good. It feels like It's a bit better than what I wrote, you really have some calligraphy talent."
"What the old man, I wrote blindly, how could it be better than what you, the county magistrate, wrote!"
Lao Jiangtou, who had broken both arms, was embarrassed to be praised by Zhou Yi, but the happy smile on his face couldn't stop blooming.
"I was originally planning to find someone to write our Pingliang County Socialist Core Values on some of our newly built houses, but I was worried that I couldn't find anyone. Now it seems that it is most appropriate to ask you, Old Jiangtou, to help write it!"
"Go and discuss with Master Sun tomorrow how to calculate the wages for writing."
Old Jiangtou stood up excitedly and said with tears in his eyes: "Sir, you don't dislike me for being a useless person who can't do anything. We can't thank you enough for giving us food. Now, little old man, I can write some words." , How dare you ask the master what wages you want!"
"Don't say that. In Pingliang County, everyone has their own role to play." Zhou Yi patted Lao Jiangtou on the shoulder and then looked back.
When he walked to Qi Nan and saw that he had written nothing, sister-in-law Cuilan beside Qi Nan started to explain before he could ask questions.
Zhou Yi just nodded lightly and walked back.
After going around, Zhou Yi found that basically everyone could write it silently, but there were still many people who could write typos like primary school students.
Wang Erniu is one of them. He changed the word "口" under the word "shan" into the word "日".
Although he was not punished and was not allowed to have lunch tomorrow, Wang Erniu still received a whipping on the palm of his hand.
