The days when I fished in Daming

Chapter 91 Teaching
"Aboci's Hungry Brother~~"

"Have you learned it?"

"Take it, I didn't learn it, see if you want to do it again."

"What's your name? Forget it. It doesn't matter. Go and stand at the door. Who else doesn't understand?"

The doctor at the pharmacy didn't dare to talk too much, so he hurried to the door and stood aside.

"Understood, learned."

"Well, the one sitting in the corner stood up, how does the letter read."

Zheng Xiong casually wrote a b on the blackboard and asked.

"Read."

"Very good, the officer is very relieved, go out and stand."

Same as above, also a doctor in the pharmacy.

"That kid in the second row, yes, it's just you, what do you read?"

"Read the wave."

"Yes, this letter reads waves, you sit down first, and the others learn it hard, if you understand it, you understand it, don't pretend to understand it if you don't understand it."

"Who else doesn't understand."

Zheng Xiong drew a q casually again, pointing to a person.

"Title, read seven."

"Then what do you read?"

Zheng Xiong casually wrote a few letters on the blackboard.

"Withdraw, read QAQ."

"Be conscious, go out and stand."

Painful and happy, Zheng Xiong felt the joy of being a teacher, but also felt the helplessness and sadness of the teacher. The work of teaching and educating people requires good patience and a serious and responsible attitude.

"Take out your small blackboard, listen to me read, write letters on the small blackboard, and bring them up in order after writing, and the officer will check."

"The Fojike House~"

After Zheng Xiong finished reporting the letters, he started random inspection from the front row, and the children in the front row walked up to the stage one by one, waiting for instructions.

"Two mistakes, go to the door and stand for a quarter of an hour, the next one."

"That's right, go back to your seat first, and uncle will give you candy later."

"Three wrong, stand at the door for fifteen and a half minutes, what are those two over there whispering to each other, come forward to me."

Seeing a few whisperers beside him, Zheng Xiong picked up the chalk casually, broke off a piece and threw it over, with a good aim, hitting the bull's-eye.

You can't favor one over another, and threw several chalk stubs, smashing them one by one, and the voices that raised their heads just disappeared quickly.

After correcting the answers on the small blackboard, only a few lonely children were not punished to stand. All the doctors in the pharmacy were wiped out, and the children who did not pass the test were punished to stand outside.

Taking out the snacks brought out in the morning, Zheng Xiong distributed them to the children in front of him.

"Mr. Ti, isn't it sugar? Why is it a snack? I want sugar. That's sweet."

"It's not a coincidence that sugar, we don't have it here, have a snack first, this one is also sweet."

"No, I want to eat candy."

"Come on, either go to the door and stand and give you candy, or give me a snack now."

After being taught by a doctor for a period of time, it can be regarded as disabled. The students taught by a group of Buddhist doctors are not afraid of life at all, and they dare to bargain in front of him, the principal.

In desperation, Zheng Xiong even yelled out Chinese characters, showing his attitude.

The crowd standing in a row at the door finally made the child back off, took a bite of the snack, and said weakly.

"The dim sum is really fragrant and delicious."

"It's good as long as it's delicious. You guys go sit and eat outside with the principal."

The heat wave was overwhelming, and the crowd standing outside was already sweating profusely. Zheng Xiong, who had just walked out of the classroom, regretted it for a while.

It’s not easy to go back on what I just said, so I resolutely led a few people to eat snacks in front of the punished crowd. The children were in a good mood, and they were in the mood to make faces and tease everyone in front of them.

After eating snacks next to each other, Zheng Xiong told a group of people to go back indoors. Corporal punishment is not the purpose, but to correct everyone's attitude, and he must have the majesty of the principal.

Zheng Xiong's prestige has been established in front of the children, and the learning atmosphere is getting better and better. It took only a few days to teach all 26 pinyin.

Then there are 23 initials, 24 finals, and [-] overall syllables.

In the palace, Lao Zhu was instructing the memorial, while Mao Xiang quietly told the information about the inquest.

"Your Majesty, recently the nobles in Nanjing City have become more and more arrogant, oppressing the people, and the people who are greedy for pleasure have complained a lot. The general has heard a lot of rumors."

"Scatter the people around you secretly to see if you can collect some evidence, and you can also tell us other hearsay news."

"In Nanjing city, I used the soap from the pharmacy to wash my hair, and more and more people lost their hair. Some of them have regrown their hair, and some have never regrown. There are not a few people who are dissatisfied with this."

Hearing Mao Xiang mention this matter, Lao Zhu rubbed his eyebrows, trouble.If I shave my hair off as a monk, I can tolerate it, after all, I have been a monk for a few days.

The hair loss caused by washing his hair with soap has already been dealt with by himself, and Zheng Xiong was willing to be tortured for this, and issued a notice.

But the people’s hearts are really hard to guess, and the clothes are retro. I also issued the imperial edict. If there is no hair, then there is no question of whether to wear the left lapel or the right lapel, and there is no political mistake. It is really difficult to keep the Jurchen and Mongolian hairstyles.

"We already know this. The Ministry of Education has come to report a lot of sufferers. It's hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. Let's talk about it when the weather cools down."

"Zheng Tiling of Huimin Pharmacy recently produced a dictionary, and now he has started teaching in the school of the Pharmacy, and finally got a printed dictionary."

After speaking, Mao Xiang took out the dictionary and handed it to Lao Zhu.

Lao Zhu picked up the dictionary and looked through it quietly. Lao Zhu did not reject the simplified characters, after all, he was an emperor who required as much vernacular as possible even in memorials.

However, the pinyin and left-to-right writing style of this ghostly character made Lao Zhu very unaccustomed to it, and he was confused.

"Stay here, is there anything else?"

"There are also a lot of people who have paid attention to the pharmacy recently, and I have found a lot here."

"You don't need to worry about this, but if there is any change in the pharmacy, you have to report it to us in time."

After Mao Xiang finished his report, he got a signal from Lao Zhu to resign and leave.

One person waiting outside also got Lao Zhu's order and came forward to report on his work.

"Your Majesty, for the explosives produced by the glass factory, I have produced a few big killers here, please show your Majesty."

Hearing this, Lao Zhu became interested.

"Oh, there are some famous tricks. Forget it. I'm a bit busy these two days. After two days, let's go and have a look. You should prepare first."

On the other side, several people were playing with dictionaries and discussing something.

"Several of you have read this dictionary, and tell us what you think."

"What's so good about ghost-drawing symbols? Simplified characters are completely unpopular. There are also writing and symbols from left to right. It hurts to read. It's just a school. I don't understand why you are so focused on teaching this kind of thing."

"It's true. The pharmacy teaches these ghostly symbols all day long. I really don't see any problem."

"Since you all say that, I won't say much, but since it's a school, I still need to pay more attention."

(End of this chapter)