Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 127 Mr. Private School
"I'm ashamed, Ding Shi almost passed the exam, but his father was seriously ill that year, and his stepmother was in charge of the family. In order to ensure Ding Shi's education, he had to drop out of school and stay at home. However, his father left after two years, and then..."

Ding Shitou said with a sad and indignant expression.

"Okay, let me discuss with the elders. I know you can write. If you can teach the children to recognize some characters and understand some etiquette, that would be great." The village chief pondered and did not directly refuse.

There is no private school teacher in Nancheng Village, and there are many people and long distances to go to Jiangxia Village, all kinds of troubles.

There are indeed many children in the village who have waited until they are six or seven years old. On the one hand, they can’t squeeze in, and on the other hand, they are waiting for the younger brothers to grow up. When there are many people going to school, they can take care of each other. They are neither afraid of danger on the road nor afraid of others. bullied by village children.

Of course, sending two at a time is more favorable than sending one at a time.

However, the old scholars in Jiangxia Village have limited energy, and the admission of students is not only high-skilled, but also has high requirements for selecting students. There are more or less only a few students in the nearby villages, and most of them refuse to accept them.

There are also those who can't afford the Shuxiu and drop out of school. Therefore, as Jiang Huzi said, it is not bad to study for a few years.

However, there are also teenagers and younger students who have gone to school for several years in the village, but no one thought of opening a village school to accept enlightenment students.

In the past, the village head also asked his grandson, they just couldn't teach them, and they didn't learn well.

But today Ding Shitou spoke up.

On the one hand, the village head is very happy, on the other hand, he is also very worried.

Can he teach it?
"Okay, Ding Shi can guarantee that the Three-Character Classic and the Thousand-Character Classic are not a problem. There are also some simple Tang and Song poems, idioms, allusions, and the Book of Songs, all of which can be taught to schoolchildren."

"Also, let them write their own and their family's names, recognize money, and calculate accounts within one hundred yuan." Ding Shitou added.

It's not that he wants to open a private school to make money, but as the previous plan, he wants to gain popularity by opening a village school, so that those who follow Ding's idea will not dare to act rashly.

Because of the difficulty of studying these days, scholars are very respected, let alone in this kind of village?

It doesn't matter if it's a poor country, it's only three miles away from Hangzhou, and it's very common to go to the city to buy and sell. If you don't know how to read, don't know etiquette, you are like blind with your eyes open, you are afraid of being bullied.

Generally, children who cannot afford to go to the village school will be taught by their father and brother at home. They cannot write a few words, but they can still recognize their own names, daily objects and accounts.

Otherwise, what about business?Not to mention anything else, if you go to the grain store to buy and sell grain, if you can't read and can't read the price tag, wouldn't it be a disadvantage if you let others lie?

Therefore, no matter how poor you are, you will work hard to let your children study for a few years.

It's just that readers' efficiency and teaching skills in this era are still far from cultural people in a few years.

Ding Shitou has the memory of being highly educated, but most of them are useless in this world, but she has consciously found opportunities to steal art in private schools.

The handwriting is indeed not beautiful enough, not to mention calligraphy, but it is commendable to be able to write it down clearly and everyone can understand it.

Ding Dian also followed her to a private school to experience going to school, and more often she taught it herself, including the knowledge of a modern elementary school student.

Ding Shitou worked as a waiter in a restaurant for a month, and left after secretly learning abacus and accounting skills.

But she couldn't afford an abacus, so she just kept this technique in her heart, and usually did calculations in her head, or used branches to write and draw on the ground. This is what she learned a little bit.

After listening to the lessons she said later, the village chief felt more at ease, and promised to give her an answer tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)