Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 232 A Pot

   Zhao Cheng saw that they had something to say and had no intention of staying here for a long time, so he left.

   Zhao Hanzhang quickly stopped humanity: "Uncle, Hanzhang has something else to ask of you."

   Zhao Ming glanced at her clearly, and gave Zhao Cheng a complacent look, how, he was right, she meant Peigong.

   Zhao Cheng is already indifferent, he doesn't have Zhao Ming's back-and-forth temptation mood, he directly asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

   Zhao Hanzhang was also very succinct to him, stating directly, "I want to ask my uncle to write two sets of teaching materials for the children in the school, one for literacy and etiquette, and one for numeracy and calculation."

   Zhao Cheng was stunned for a moment, "How can I write teaching materials?"

  This is not an irony, but he really thinks so.

  Only a master is qualified to write teaching materials. What qualifications are there for a person who cannot even solve the doubts in his heart?

   Isn't that misleading the children?

"Uncle is too arrogant. I don't need you to teach them advanced principles. It's enough for a simple human being who can recognize a few words." Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and carefully considered: "I want them to be able to understand. Quickly participate in the construction of the county town, you know, I need people everywhere now who can write and count, so..."

   Zhao Chengcai's gentle face sank again, "What is education and what is being a teacher?"

   This is the conflict between her and his educational philosophy. Zhao Cheng takes every student seriously, teaches almost everyone as a future great Confucian, and does his best to let them know the true meaning of this world.

but……

   Zhao Hanzhang just wants them to recognize words quickly, and understand addition and subtraction within 1,000, and then put them into use directly.

  This is the same as the literacy class in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, but Zhao Cheng wanted to make the literacy class a training class that leads directly to the university. The two have different ideas and are incompatible with each other.

   Zhao Hanzhang was kicked out again.

   She sighed and led the guards home, Qiu Wu was puzzled, "Girl, he is so stubborn, why do we still use him?"

   Zhao Hanzhang: "In the entire Xiping County, apart from the people from the county government office, there are only a few children of the family who can read and write, and most of them are in the Zhao family. If I don't use the Zhao family, should I use the Song family's Qian family?"

   Although those families were very quiet, they did not rely on her, and now they looked more like waiting to see what she could do.

   And Zhao, although she always disliked her in various ways, she has been helping her and giving her various conveniences.

   Now the teachers and classes in the school are basically all surnamed Zhao. If Zhao Hanzhang does not use Zhao Cheng, the children of the Zhao family in the school will turn around and leave.

"Moreover, we have to learn to listen to different voices and allow different opinions to exist." She said, "Uncle Cheng is not wrong, and what I said is not right. It can only be said that it is more suitable for the moment and suitable for me. That's it."

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "In the long run, Uncle Cheng is still right."

   Qiuwu: "Then why don't you listen to Cheng Langjun?"

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced at him and said, "Didn't you say it, what I mentioned is more beneficial to me and more suitable for the moment."

   "Then Cheng Langjun is disobedient now."

   Zhao Hanzhang said: "So the able ones work harder, and Fu Dalangjun and I can only work a little more."

   I haven't written the "Thousand Characters" by dictation recently. When I look back, I silently compose the rest. There is also the "Three Character Classic". As for mathematics, leave it to Fu Tinghan.

  Zhao Hanzhang thought about it and walked away. Qiu Wu saw her walking outside the dock castle, he hesitated for a while, but still mentioned: "Girl, you have already returned to the dock castle, don't you want to take a look at the madam?"

   The voice fell, and Wang's voice sounded from behind, "Sanniang!"

   Zhao Hanzhang looked back and saw Wang standing behind with a look of grievance and sadness.

   Zhao Hanzhang patted his head, and then he remembered that he hadn't seen Wang for more than half a month.

   She trotted forward immediately, "Auntie, I was planning to go back and ask Tinghan and Erlang to come back for dinner, why did you come out? The wind is so strong and the weather is so cold, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

  The Wang family just coaxed, and his face improved immediately, "Is Lord Fu Dalang back too?"

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "He's still busy at the county office, but I guess it's almost over at this time, and I'm going to pick him up."

   Wang said: "Then you can go, I'll go back and cook something delicious for you. What do you want to eat?"

   "Whatever, as long as it's made by my mother, I love it."

   "How can you be casual?" Wang looked at her face distressedly, "It's all thin."

   Wang immediately made a decision, "Eat mutton, I'll let someone go to the Seventh Uncle's house to buy sheep."

   Zhao Hanzhang's eyes brightened, "Auntie, I brought a cooker with me this time. Let's use the new cooker to make braised lamb chops at night. The sweet and sour lamb chops are actually delicious."

   Wang's self-confessed knowledgeable, but she had never heard of the two dishes Zhao Hanzhang ordered. She looked at her quietly, "Where have you eaten such dishes?"

   "Uh, outside, the cook at home can't make it? You wait until I bring back the new cooker and cook it for you."

  When Mrs. Wang heard that she was doing it, she hesitated, "Otherwise, let's eat stewed mutton. If you don't like the taste, I can have someone roast a leg of lamb for you..." Don't do it.

   Afraid of hitting her daughter, Mrs. Wang did not say the last word.

   It's not that she looks down on her daughter, but that her daughter really has no cooking skills, and she doesn't have much talent as a female worker, and she doesn't like to learn.

When she was a child, she had to study and practice martial arts again. The little people worry about the whole day like a little adult. The family hired a cook to teach them how to cook. Her cousins ​​and cousins ​​have learned well. , Only she, except for the knife work, is passable, and other dishes are fooled.

   In the end, even the father-in-law knew, and he personally ordered her not to learn cooking.

   Zhao Hanzhang is very confident in her cooking skills, and she has no plans to do it by herself, so she can still move her mouth.

   She ran back to the county office, took out the pot that had just been put in the kitchen, and handed it to Ting He, who came running, "Pack up, let's go back to the old house."

  Ting He: "...Didn't you say this pot is a treasure, let's use it diligently?"

  Zhao Hanzhang: "I've paid my respects to A-Niang. I'll go back and let Wushan have a sip. You can prepare some spices and bring them with me. I'll find Fu Dalangjun."

  Fu Tinghan was writing and drawing in his study. Zhao Hanzhang happily told him, "We're going to have braised lamb chops and sweet and sour lamb chops tonight. Do you have any stir-fry dishes you want to eat?"

   "I can, are you planning to use this pot?"

   Zhao Hanzhang glanced down at the manuscript paper in front of him, and found that it was a symbol that she couldn't understand, so he urged: "Forget it, let's go, my mother is still waiting at home."

  Fu Tinghan responded, put away the manuscript paper and pressed it on the table, got up and went back with Zhao Hanzhang.

  The two did not wait for Zhao Erlang, but had someone go to the barracks to call him and let him run home by himself.

  The two of them just went back with a pot. When they arrived at the old house, the family had just killed the sheep.

   (end of this chapter)