Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Mr. Zhuang pushed open the closed classroom door, and the students who were still together immediately dispersed and ran back to their respective seats.

Mr. Zhuang stood at the door and paused before walking up to the podium.

He lowered his head to look at the students sitting behind the desks, and sighed after a while, "There will be an exam tomorrow, and this may be the last time we will take the exam. Although there are only a few days left, Mr. You can be as serious as ever."

This means that he has agreed with the students to drop out.

In fact, it’s not okay to disagree. Shuxiu is handed in once a year, and after the new year, the new year’s beams will be handed in. Even if Mr. Zhuang is willing to lower the beams, the parents of these students will not agree to send their children again.

Because in addition to beam repair, they also have to feed the children.

Before, that rice noodles and money seemed nothing to them, but now it is different.

This year's grain harvest failed, and no one knows what the next year will be like.

The reason why the children are still allowed to go to school after the autumn harvest is because the whole year's bundles have been handed in, and it would be a waste not to come.

But every month the children have to bring a small bag of rice noodles to the school, which is a bit heavy on the family.

But you can't help but bring it. You can't have other children to eat, and your own children will be hungry, right?

Moreover, in the eyes of adults, reading is very labor-intensive and very brain-intensive. Not only do you have to eat dry in the school, but you also have to eat dry for a morning meal at home. Otherwise, when you get to the school, you will be hungry, where will you listen to it? Mr. Jin has to give a lecture?

Therefore, if there are children studying in the school, at least two meals a day should be given to the children.

And a dry meal, with porridge or noodle soup, is at least enough for a person to eat three meals a day.

Qili Village and the two or three nearby villages are not very wealthy. Most of those who are willing to send their children to the school are rich peasants from wealthier families.

The premise is that Mr. Zhuang does not want many bundles of repairs, and it is no problem for the family to provide a child with three meals a day.

But after this natural disaster, there was not much food in the households.

Therefore, the parents of the students discussed in private, and then they chose to come to the door to resign from Mr. Zhuang at this time.

Mr. Zhuang is not a gentleman who doesn't eat human fireworks. Naturally, he knew that they were in a difficult situation, so he held on for a while, and even expressed his willingness to reduce or exempt the training. After seeing that they still insisted, he could only agree to let the students leave.

Although it has been decided to let them resign, Mr. Zhuang did not do nothing.

After the exam, he called these students one by one to the next courtyard to talk alone.

The younger ones told them to recite the "Thousand-Character" and "The Analects of Confucius" repeatedly when they went back, he said: "These two books contain great wisdom, you may still not be able to read them now, but you will get older in the future. , the more you read, the more you will gain.”

The eight- and nine-year-old children were blank, and Mr. Zhuang paused and said, "You just need to remember to recite the Thousand Characters and The Analects every day after you go back. The words you have learned will be forgotten if you don't read them for a long time. Yes, if you forget the words you have already learned, won't you live up to the expectations of your parents? The two years of learning will be in vain."

Hearing the words, the eight or nine-year-old hurriedly nodded in agreement.

As for teenagers who are already twelve or thirteen years old, Mr. Zhuang has more heart to talk about. These children have been reading books with him for four or five years.

Faced with their departure, Mr. Zhuang didn't feel much regret, because these children didn't want to take the imperial examinations, and after four or five years, he was limited in what he could teach them.

What he regrets most is that he has only been studying for two years, or two students who only entered last year.

Every child who came out of the husband's small courtyard had red eyes, and no one except himself knew what the husband said to them.

Both Man Bao and Bai Shanbao were a little uneasy.

Man Bao's situation is a bit special. She doesn't know if her husband has left. If her husband leaves, how will she study?

Bai Shanbao is also very uneasy. He must study, but if Mr. Zhuang leaves, where will he go to study?

The least affected is probably Bai Erlang.

After he looked around, he made an agreement with his good friends that they would come to play with him often in the future.

The friends of Qili Village agreed without thinking. Anyway, it's just a village and a few steps away.

The villagers next door didn't hesitate much. It only took a few quarters of an hour to run. Anyway, there was nothing to do when I got home. Isn't it just for fun?

After searching all the students, Mr. Zhuang said regretfully that this year's course is over, and everyone can pack up and go home for the Chinese New Year.

The students stood up and solemnly said goodbye to Mr. Zhuang, and silently put away their things.

After Man Bao waited for everyone to leave, he and Bai Shanbao ran to the small courtyard to find Mr.

Just as Mr. Zhuang was about to boil water to make tea, when he saw the two disciples coming, he waved to the two of them and said, "It's just right, help Mr. make a fire."

Man Bao ran up. She was very familiar with this job. She struck flint and lit the hay to make a fire.

Bai Shanbao asked Mr. Zhuang, "Sir, do you want to leave?"

Mr. Zhuang asked, "Why, you don't want to study anymore?"

"No, I want to study with Mr.

Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and smiled, "Isn't that all right? You can just follow the teacher to study with peace of mind."

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and became happy again, so they invited, "Sir, come to my house for dinner at night."

Mr. Zhuang patted Manbao's head and smiled: "Mr. is not free at night, so I have asked Master Bai to go to his place for dinner."

Bai Shanbao suddenly realized, "No wonder Bai Er is not in a hurry at all, so did he know?"

Mr. Zhuang smiled meaningfully.

Of course Bai Erlang didn't know. The kid had few things on his mind, maybe no one asked him, so he didn't think these things had anything to do with him.

He thought, what should be the case.

He's still a kid, so why bother with these things?

So even if he wanted to sit and eat with Mr. Zhuang at dinner, he didn't make any waves, and he ate seriously after his father took a chopstick.

There were only their father and son and Mr. Zhuang on the table. Master Bai felt that the table was too dull, so he suggested, "Mr. Zhuang, how about calling Shanbao over as well?"

Of course Mr. Zhuang has no opinion.

So I went down, and after a while, Bai Shanbao and Man Bao were brought over together.

Seeing Man Bao laughing loudly, Master Bai said, "I was thinking about whether to send someone to your house to invite you, but I didn't expect that you are still at Shan Bao's house, and now Mr. How to get on."

Bai Shanbao explained, "We are discussing how to grow more melons and beans in the wasteland at the foot of the mountain after the spring."

The thunder is roaring, and every time there is a thunder, there will be a power outage. The baby thinks it is better to schedule it first.