Sheng Fu

Chapter 61

Wang Yan took the young and strong boys in the village, and it took only three days to build the grass school, which is not unpleasant.

Among them, Wang Yan's small selfishness is also in it. When he was young, Wang Yan studied with a shabby scholar for a period of time. Although he didn't learn much, he generally understood some things.

The most despised by the men in clothes are the poor men. The main reason is that the system of knowledge mastered by the poor men is not complete.

The so-called contempt is also a high-profile contempt. Wang Yan and most of the poor families have the same thoughts. If it is not for the aristocratic family monopolizing the academic system and not giving the poor children too many opportunities, otherwise, the poor family and the aristocratic family can really stand side by side. Row.

This kind of contempt is the kind of contempt that stands and speaks without back pain.

Yuwenjun wants to start school here. Wang Yanxin is not a little bit enthusiastic. He feels that Yuwenjun comes from the imperial capital and must have mastered the most orthodox knowledge. This is undoubtedly a great blessing for the children of Qingshui Village.

It may not necessarily make the children of Qingshui Village have great prospects, but at least a few reading seeds will be left behind, and the seeds will eventually take root and sprout.

The grass school covers an area of ​​nearly one acre. The river sand on the ground is fine, which is very suitable for writing characters. There is also a podium. It is said to be a podium, but it is actually a table with a poor appearance. It is matched with a chair. These two pieces of furniture They were all brought by Wang Yan from his own home.

Outside the school, there are already five or six children waiting for the class to start. There is also a sturdy child standing beside Wang Yan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, facing the jujube red, Yu Wenjun can judge the strength of this child at a glance. The kind that stands out among children of the same age.

Wang Yan introduced: "This is my son, named Wang Shen, which means the tree has deep roots."

After Wang Shen saw Yu Wenjun, he bowed deeply with his hands as his father explained in advance, and said childishly, "The student has seen Mr.

Yuwen Jun smiled but said nothing, and Wang Yan smiled embarrassedly, and then introduced: "This child is called Han Xing, and this is Wang Ping."

Each child holds a small bench in his hand and a wooden pen in his hand. It is all handicraft work. The wooden pen is shaped like a brush and is enough to leave clear marks on the sand.

Yuwenjun smiled and said, "Let the children enter the entrance hall and take their seats in order. The front and back of the seats are sorted according to their height. The short one sits in the front and the taller one sits in the back. If there are other children coming from behind, this is also the rule."

Wang Yan knew the true meaning of Yuwenjun's words. In this grassy school, the view of the door and the distinction between the superior and the inferior are absolutely not allowed.

These children are all from prestigious families in the village, and they will inevitably bully the rest of the children from less well-off families.

Wang Yan glanced at it, and these children entered the grass school in a proper manner.

Yuwenjun reminded again: "I emphasize again, this school does not charge tuition fees, anyone can come, regardless of age or gender, even girls."

It is virtue that a woman has no talent. There are almost every woman in this world who has never read a book.

Wang Yan smiled shyly and said: "Young master doesn't need to remind me too much, I am also a village headman, some things don't need to be said, I know it in my heart, and there are door-to-door views in the village, but for the son, everything in the village is very important. People are just ordinary people, and I will make arrangements according to your son's will."

Yu Wenjun patted Wang Yan on the shoulder and entered the grass school.

Being patted on the shoulder by this gentleman as his own, Wang Yan was extremely proud, saying that the snobbish man in uniform, in fact, a scholar who has no pretensions, is the real good person.

When he came to the podium, Yuwenjun began to explain the etiquette, how to bow, how to bow, and patiently teach by words and deeds. First, let the children treat each other with courtesy, and then salute to his gentleman.

This is the beginning of formal teaching.

After thinking about it for several days, Yuwenjun also extracted some teaching content.

Because he had to finish the literary test before the end of the year, he only had about three months, and it was impossible to teach all the classics and history.

Only some refined contents can be extracted from "Rituals", "Elementary School", "Poems", "Spring and Autumn" and "Book of Filial Piety" for teaching.

By the way, there are also elementary school questions that he has learned in his spare time, as well as some Taoist knowledge. Since he teaches and educates himself, these children must have some shadows of Yuwenjun's knowledge.

Thinking of this, Yuwen-Jun is a little proud. The so-called sanctification is probably in this form, but he is also borrowing flowers and offering Buddhas with the help of other people's knowledge.

First, he dictated for an hour. To Yuwenjun's surprise, there was no sign of dozing off from these children, which made him very happy.

There is a teacher who is full of gods and jade, and is really knowledgeable. Students will naturally work hard in their studies, and the wonderful use of images can be directly reflected.

Coupled with this brocade and jade belt, these children don't know how much Yu Wenjun's outfit is worth, but they all feel that this young gentleman is a big man, and the reasoning said by the big man must be correct.

Then, Yu Wenjun began to teach these children how to write their own names, using a wooden pen to write their names on the river sand, and then let them copy their own handwriting.

Children have different attitudes when they catch a pen. Yuwenjun guides patiently and tirelessly, especially Wang Shen. It is true that this black and strong child is strong, but it is also true that he is clumsy. When writing his name, there is really a kind of strong man threading a needle. Awkward.

From the handwriting, Yuwenjun can see that Wang Yan has taught Wang Shen, but his hands and feet are too stupid. Wang Yan may have given up. In fact, Wang Yan's calligraphy is only able to write his own name.

Han Xing, Wang Ping, and several children gradually got better, and gradually learned to catch a pen and copy their own names carefully.

After tossing for an hour, fine beads of sweat ooze out of Yuwenjun's forehead. Teaching children is very tiring, even more tiring than fighting against Chengsheng masters.

Just after returning to the podium and sitting down, three children came outside the cottage, each holding a small bench in their arms. Two girls were about four or five years old, and there was a boy who was about ten years old.The three children were timid, a little too shy and nervous to see others.

Upon seeing this, Yuwenjun greeted gently, "Just come in."

After the three of them came in, Yu Wenjun did not rush to get started, but asked Wang Shen to hand over what he had learned to these three classmates. If there was something wrong with the teaching, Yu Wenjun would give pointers from the side.

Han Xing and Wang Ping followed and pointed, showing what they had learned to the newcomer.

After another hour of tossing, the three newly arrived children also learned how to salute, how to catch a pen, and how to write their own names.

When the night came, a group of children walked out of the school a little tired, and began to discuss who's brushwork was wrong, and who's bowing posture was slightly problematic.

Yu Wenjun stretched his waist, looked at the starry sky in Qingshui Village, and smiled a little smugly.

Soon after returning to the residence, Mrs. Zhang came with a lunch box.

After learning that the young master started school in the grass school, Mrs. Zhang asked carefully: "The young master is teaching here, which has touched many people's hearts. I have a relative's family who has a child who is born stupid. I'm not too worried, I'm afraid of causing trouble to the son."

Yuwenjun opened the lunch box. There were three meat buns, a bowl of chicken, a bowl of white rice, and a plate of seasonal side dishes. The villagers still had a good impression of Mr. Teach. The food was so much better that he was willing to give it to Yuwenjun. Meat, in fact, they themselves are reluctant to eat meat.

Wen Wen replied: "It's okay, just come, there is no class, teach students according to their aptitude."

Zhang Shi asked confusedly, "What does the second half of the sentence mean?"

Yuwenjun smiled knowingly and said, "I don't mean to dislike it. I'm a good talker."

The aunt smiled bewilderedly, with some inexplicable hope in her heart.

(End of this chapter)