Chapter 435: 435 Old Master’s unexpected surprise

Chapter 435: 435 Old Master’s unexpected surprise

 Chapter 435435Old Master’s unexpected surprise

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 unmentionable matter, 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 things 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 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, whether he has the determination and determination, and then teach in three, six or nine grades?

Getting together like this is simply an insult to 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 thinks that he is a learned master who lives in eight villages in ten miles and eight villages. Even if his students cannot learn from the princes, they are at least refined scholars.

It's good now. If these two big-headed soldiers go out and say that they are their teachers, they will not be able to survive at their age...

 So, 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 **** one is his own!

How can you not feel distressed when you see the desks made by Huanghuali, which are handed down from ancient times, just lined up in the classroom, allowing these **** to use them as they please?

Having said that, these big-head 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 receive it, it would be paid in full, and they did not refuse.

What makes him even more depressed is that the words written by the children in front of him on such fine white paper are really as if insects are 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 poorly written, where does the character of a scholar come from?”

“…” A noncommissioned officer 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 had no favorable opinion of these low-level masters who taught literacy, 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 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 mark of the times. It 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 knows that it is not good, and will remind those who have graduated to practice their handwriting and improve their literary accomplishments. However, in a short period of time, this problem will continue to exist.

When he walked to the side of his desk, the sullen old master was startled for a moment. He saw a pair of calloused hands writing a few small words that were pretty good.

This 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 font tried its best to imitate the elegant silver hooks of the iron paintings 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 it has an arc, the mountain will not be able to crush it. If it is thicker... it will have momentum." . With Qi, you can develop rhyme... This is not far from good calligraphy.” ˆ ˆ ˆ He didn’t know that what he was teaching was actually only the most elementary and least valued part of the education system of the Datang Group. , and walked to the back as if he was no one else.

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 a 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 learn, and vowed to become a useful person and learn 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.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the old man walked back to the lecture hall, and shouted in a long voice: "You should think about this opportunity as 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. However, the other courses have already started, and the content is very popular.

 Agriculture courses teach all children how to plant, which are things that children from poor families have already learned. They just don’t know the principles, so they are serious about learning.

 In the afternoon, these children will learn military drills from the troops, which frightens 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.

However, these doubts soon dissipated, because these indigenous people really did not have the courage to challenge the machine guns and cannons.

They didn’t have the courage to resist when the Mirage invaded a few months ago, so how could they have the courage to challenge the Tang people who had driven away the Mirage?

 So everyone can only complain behind their backs, and then watch their children getting stronger and more energetic and at a loss.

 Children who go to school are subsidized with half of their food at home. Children enjoy special food supplies at school, and eating in the school cafeteria is completely free...

For the sake of half a person’s share of food, 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.

Every time 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 the same as "the prosperous times".

 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 likes it. He held this thing and carried out every order of the sergeants who drilled them.

He completed every action meticulously. There was always a figure in front of him, a figure as majestic as a mountain.

Liu Guozhu was intoxicated by the sight of Cao Fei killing mirage goblins one by one in front of him. 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.

 (End of this chapter)