Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 215
The village chief glared at the few women who were getting lost in chatting and gossiping with a dark face. It turned out that he had slapped the chopsticks for the noise just now.

"If someone said that to your girl, would you still be able to laugh?" Old Wang Daqi also scolded loudly with a tiger's face.

"We old men are still sitting here, you dare to be so presumptuous, if we were not here, you might say something ugly."

Elder Zhang Qi also spoke angrily.

"We have time in the afternoon, why don't we go to their house to discuss the theory, or call a meeting with the villagers to kill this kind of unkind tendencies."

Li Qilao proposed.

After being reprimanded and threatened, the women who had been laughing happily turned pale immediately, bowed their heads in salute, confessed their mistakes and left in despair.

"Oh, why didn't we see so many things before." When the village women left, the village chief couldn't help but sigh.

"At the end of the day, it's still bullying. This acquaintance has been bullying strangers since ancient times, and it's hard for Ding Shi." Old Wang Daqi shook his head helplessly.

"If Ding Shi can really master this village school, life will be easier in the future." Elder Zhang said after taking a sip of his wine.

Several other elders agreed.

In fact, they also believed that Ding Shitou's ability to open a village school not only solved a major problem in the village, but also accumulated prestige for himself, which is a good thing.

What happened in the open house was known only to the old men, and those who came to see the excitement but were not as bold as the women just now.

Ding Shitou was at the well, listening to Chen Liu talk about the old scholar in Jiangxia Village building a new house.

The area of ​​the old scholar's house was much larger than that of the Ding's house. The house had long been divided into two courtyards, and the house lived in the backyard. The main house had a hall, a side hall, wing rooms, study rooms, guest rooms and classrooms.

The yard is also surrounded by solid brick walls, and there is a grape trellis, which can also be used to set up tables for classes when the weather is fine. Therefore, so many students can be admitted.

The old scholar led the class by himself, and his two sons also led the class separately, but the old scholar mainly led the enlightenment class. Those who were as old as Liu Xuegui who had attended ten years all studied independently, and asked their teachers to solve their problems in time.

The old scholar wanted to train his sons to continue to take the imperial examination, so his two sons were in charge of the junior class, so that he would have more time to study by himself without being distracted by the noise of urchins.

Some vegetables were planted outside the yard, and the lady of the scholar led her daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters to grow some vegetables for the family to eat, and embroidered in the house, and there was no heavy work to do.

With so many Shuxiu, the village still has public account subsidies every year, and there is no shortage of food at all.

But in windy, rainy or snowy weather, you can't sit outside, you can only squeeze into the house, and the rooms are allocated piecemeal, and the old scholar can only walk around a few rooms.

It rained heavily a few days ago, and the house happened to be leaking, and it was impossible to have classes in the yard. This caused many schoolchildren to come here wet, with coir raincoats hanging all over the corridor, and they had to stand and listen to the class.

In particular, many schoolchildren were enlightened this year, and some were enlightened last year. Their minds are not yet stable, which has a great impact on their reading.

Of course, this is also the arrogance of an old scholar. The students standing there are all schoolchildren from other villages, and they are from this year to last year and so on.

Those in Jiangxia village don't have to accept such treatment.

Later, at the euphemistic suggestion of the head of Jiangxia Village, the old scholar decided to expand the classroom.

After hearing this, Ding Shitou looked down on the old scholar even more.

I thought to myself that it was fortunate that this guy didn't win the exam. If he was really allowed to pass the exam all the way, he would definitely be a stupid official who doesn't distinguish between public and private, and only seeks profit.

(End of this chapter)