Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 220 Is All For Trial Reading
The trial period lasts for ten days, from the 26th to the [-]th of this month.

If you want to officially enroll, you have to come to the school before the end of the month. It is also best to prepare sand tables, desks and chairs in advance, and the school will officially start on the first day of April.

In order to let everyone know what to prepare, Ding Shitou asked Ding Dian and Jiang Huzi to bring a set of desks, chairs and a sand table.

And the little bamboo sticks she made for schoolchildren to count.

Ding Shitou roughly explained the teaching plan that he had said in front of the village chief and the elders.

The parents listened carefully, and many people from Nancheng Village gathered at the door of the open house. They had heard about it, but this was the first time they heard Ding Shitou's story.

But they also felt that this was very good, so they decided to send their children to be enlightened. Otherwise, how could a young man be reliable?

After Ding Shitou finished speaking, he found that no parents raised any doubts, and they all just echoed the trend, so he couldn't help being speechless.

Later, the village head stood up and talked about the safety issues raised by Ding Shitou before, and asked that no matter whether it was a trial study or formal admission, someone from the other village must pick him up.

It doesn’t matter if the family arranges someone, or asks someone to study with them, or arranges them to be taken care of by relatives in Nancheng Village. If the child leaves the village school and is abducted by others, the village school will not be held responsible.

Ding Shitou couldn't help being grateful after hearing what the village chief said.

She believes that these people are all here for the trial reading, and she can try her best to deal with everyone's questions, but this safety issue is the most important.

These words are more effective when spoken by the village head than by her. If anyone is dissatisfied, the conflict will be continued by Nancheng Village, not her village school, and it will not have much impact on the village school.

"Master Xia has never asked for such a request. Don't you control Nancheng Village too much?"

Finally, someone came forward to express dissatisfaction, because of the problem of daily pick-up and drop-off, it is actually difficult for people who are about to start farming.

"How old is your baby?" Ding Shitou immediately asked.

"I turned four years old last month, so it meets your requirements for entering the school."

The person who expressed his dissatisfaction looked at Ding Shitou, not too rude, but not too respectful, just the tone of a normal uncle talking to a young man.

"The school age is right, but you don't agree to pick up and drop off every day, and you can't arrange someone you trust to be in charge of picking up and dropping off. Please forgive me for not accepting the school." Ding Shitou clasped his fists and refused.

"What do you mean! It's not that I don't care about cultivation! Why do you..." The man stared and was about to quarrel.

"Just because I can't bear this responsibility, your family handed over the children to me, and I will be responsible for their safety. If they encounter something on the way to or from school, do you regret that you didn't take good care of it? Or come to school Are you desperately looking for it?"

Ding Shitou looked back at the man with a serious expression, analyzing the problem without fear.

"Everyone ask yourselves, if something like this really happened, would your reaction be to kill the village school and find the next one desperately?"

"..." There was an awkward silence in the crowd.

"There are [-] schoolchildren in this village when we run a private school. It is driven by conscience to expand the enrollment of children from other villages. I want to improve the difficulty of going to school in various villages within my ability."

"But I can't just stare at Shu Xiu and ignore the safety of the school children. Any luck is worth an accident. Four or even six years old are just children. Have you ever thought about it?"

After repeating the words, those people bowed their heads in shame. They really didn't think about it, and the old scholar didn't mention it either.

(End of this chapter)