Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao and Bai Shanbao bowed their heads and listened to the teacher, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. They stuffed a bunch of stuff into their minds, and then they officially started cooking for them.

Mr. Zhuang led them into the study.

The study room is divided into an inner and outer room. The outer room has two rows of bookshelves, a large desk and a chair.

The inner room is the tea room, because Mr. Zhuang is afraid of the cold, and his old wife is also afraid of the cold. When he lived here, he asked to make a kang bed in the bedroom and study.

The kang bed was very low, with mats on it, and a tea set in the center. Mr. Zhuang knew that children should not drink tea, and he didn't let them drink it, so he sat on the first seat and let the two children sit opposite.

Bai Shanbao took off his shoes and climbed up, sitting with his calves crossed. He was very skilled.

Man Bao had never sat like this before, so he crawled up to him curiously, but as soon as his legs were crossed, his body crooked and fell directly to the side.

Bai Shanbao is just an idiot. After all, he is young. Although his grandmother taught him to sit like this, he rarely sits like this at home. If he is bumped by Manbao, he will not shake it, so he will be planted to the side. The child rolls and makes a ball.

A smile flashed in Mr. Zhuang's eyes, and he almost couldn't help laughing, but thinking about his majesty, he didn't laugh.

With a big hand, he straightened the two children with a smirk and said, "People have long been accustomed to sitting on a bench and sleeping on a bed, but in Shilin, there are still many people who are either accustomed or arty, and they still insist on it anyway. Sitting, if you want to be scholars in the future, you have to learn the etiquette in this area."

Mr. Zhuang said: "But you are still young, so you don't need to sit so upright."

Just as Mr. Zhuang was about to speak, Man Bao asked curiously, "What is Shilin? Is Hu Stool a stool? Why is it called Hu Stool?"

What Mr. Zhuang was about to say choked in his throat, and after thinking about it, he told them from the beginning.

What is Shilin? The simple meaning of the word is many, many taxis, and the circle of scholars is called Shilin.

When talking about a scholar, it is necessary to say that the ranks of agriculture, industry and commerce are cheap. When Mr. Zhuang finished all these, the two children extended a lot of questions, and then found that time had passed.

He didn't have a chance to talk about the topic he had planned to talk about, but he didn't regret it. Seeing that the two children listened with relish, he smiled with satisfaction.

He glanced outside and said, "There's more than a quarter of an hour before class, you lie down and close your eyes and take a rest."

The two children felt very energetic and not tired at all.

Mr. Zhuang said: "Although I don't feel tired, but using your brain will damage your qi and blood. Now you don't think that you won't grow taller in the future, and you will become stupid again, and it will be too late to change."

The two children heard that not only would they not grow tall, but they would also become stupid, so they didn't dare to refute any more, they lay down on the mat and closed their eyes.

But at this time, their cerebral cortex was still very active, and they had been reminiscing about the knowledge that Mr. just said, and they couldn't sleep at all.

They think it's useless to close their eyes.

But after a while, their breathing slowly stabilized, their brains were not active so fast, their breathing became longer and longer, and they fell asleep in a daze.

Mr. Zhuang sat across from him, picked up the teapot from the stove, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it slowly, and smiled lightly as he looked at the child who was gradually spreading his arms and legs.

Mr. Zhuang has been in a good mood for the past two days. Although some bad things happened after the disciples entered the school, the atmosphere in the school became active, and he also found two good seedlings.

Reading a book of The Analects will never be boring for a lifetime, and each time you read it, you can have a different perception. Besides the Analects, there are many other books of sages and sages.

Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, militaryism, there are so many books that he can read, so he can teach children a lot.

Mr. Zhuang has a lot of knowledge to teach students, but not every student is suitable for learning these.

Mr. Zhuang has been a student for 30 years, a teacher for 15 years, and he has also been a counselor and disciple. He knows too well how difficult it is to find the right path for a person. Students must learn their own knowledge. How difficult it is, how hard it is for the gentleman to pass on the knowledge in his stomach.

When he decided to come to Qili Village, he had already given up his last ideal, because it was too difficult, too difficult to find a suitable child.

He couldn't find a suitable child in the prefecture or county, and he didn't think that a child who was both smart and met his expectations could appear in these cols.

But he just found it.

First Man Bao, a smart, filial, and respectful child, the only downside is that she is a girl.

Now comes another one.

There are twenty-eight students in the whole school, some are stupid and some are clever, but Mr. Zhuang knows that they are not smart enough to do that, he said, some understand, some need to say It takes many times to remember.

Those who understand, turn around and forget.

So he can't teach anything deeper.

Why is he willing to carry the two children Man Bao and Shanbao aside to open a small stove?

Because they not only understand what he said, but they can also draw inferences from one case, and then ask more questions.

Those questions are both superficial and subtle. Talking to them, he is not only imparting knowledge, but thinking in the process of speaking, he will also gain something.

Mr. Zhuang leaned back, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and rested.

For the current situation, he is very satisfied, very satisfied.

One proud disciple is enough, and if you have two, you will have no regrets in your life.

Mr. Zhuang decided that next time Huo Mu had to go back to the prefecture, he had to bring something home, which both Manbao and Shanbao needed.

Mr. Zhuang closed his eyes and thought wildly, and when he realized that it was almost time, he opened his eyes to look at the sundial, and then woke the two children up and went to class together.

The afternoon classes were mostly arithmetic and poetry. The two children liked these two subjects, especially arithmetic. Man Bao found that she was very fast at arithmetic, and she was praised by her husband in almost every class, so she studied even more vigorously.

After school in the afternoon, Mr. Zhuang wanted to carry the two children over to open a small stove, but before he could speak, the two little guys stood up excitedly and bowed down with their classmates to send him off, waiting for him to wave. He waved his hands to signal everyone to avoid the ceremony, and when they wanted to speak again, the two children ran away with the book in their hands.

Mr. Zhuang, who has not had time to speak: ...

After a while, he shook his head and laughed. Forget it, the two children are still young, so why rush for a while?

Man Bao and the others ran out, Datou was already waiting outside.

Seeing the little boy beside the aunt, he had already taken it seriously, so he took both of them home, put their things away, and ran out the door.