I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

After that, Bu Fan began to prepare for the private school.

Wang Changgui, and the village chiefs gave Bu Fan what they needed, even though he asked them, Bu Fan did not refuse, and made a list of what he needed for Wang Changgui and others to look at.

"Go? Yaoqin? Xiaofan, do you want these because you intend to teach children these?" Wang Changgui hesitated.

"That's right, just teaching reading and literacy is too monotonous. If you have time, you can teach other things and expand your knowledge."

Bu Fan nodded, because he was still afraid that Wang Changgui and others would be surprised, otherwise he planned to teach some other skills.

Wang Changgui doesn't understand what knowledge is, but he knows better, Go, Yaoqin, do you know it?

"Well, Xiaofan, who will teach Go and Yaoqin?" Wang Changgui said.

"You don't have to ask, of course it's me!" Bu Fan said.

The corner of Wang Changgui's mouth twitched, and he was guessed right.

"You will do these too?"

"I know some! Barely enough!" Bu Fan said politely.

"All right!"

From Wang Changgui's point of view, Bu Fan only knows a little superficially, and it's okay to teach the children, just treat it as a joke.

After Bu Fan arranged the private school, Wang Changgui and others were shocked by Bu Fan's teaching methods.

No matter how they thought about it, they never thought that they could still teach like this! !

half a month later.

The day of the private school has been confirmed.

All the villagers cheered up.

Many children are also looking forward to the day when they go to private school.

Some children even sneaked out of the private school, poking around, wanting to see what the private school was like.

The ancients had a deep-rooted reverence for writing, which means that everything is inferior, and only reading is superior.

Bu Fan came out of the private school just in time to see this scene.

Many children respectfully said, "Hi sir!"

This is what their parents taught them. They said that when they saw Bu Fan in private school in the future, they should not call the village chief, but Mr. This is a kind of respect for Bu Fan.

"If you want to see it, go inside instead of outside!" Bu Fan smiled as he looked at the children.

"Sir, we can really go in!" A skinny little boy shyly said.

"Is there anything impossible!" Bu Fan nodded with a smile.

"Great!"

Although the children were excited, after entering the private school, they immediately calmed down and walked lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing anyone.

But their eyes looked excited and curious about everything.

This is where they will learn to read and write.

Walk into the private school.

Looking at the neatly arranged tables, stools, and a huge blackboard hanging on the wall, there is a small blackboard on each table.

The children were afraid to touch the contents, but seemed very excited.

They have also been to other private schools to see it before, but they only dared to look at it secretly.

But everything in front of me feels a little similar and a little different.

"This is the blackboard, I will use this to teach you how to read in the future!"

Knowing the doubts of the children, Bu Fan walked to the podium, picked up the chalk on the blackboard, and started to draw.

He didn't write, because the children couldn't understand if he wrote. Instead, he drew the picture of the children's joy when they entered the private school just now.

"this is me?"

A child noticed a small figure similar to himself appeared on the blackboard, with a small mouth opened wide.

"this is me!"

Many children also found characters corresponding to them on the blackboard.

"Sir, you are amazing!"

The children all showed admiration.

"You want to learn?" Bu Fan coughed dryly.

"miss you!"

As if rehearsed, the children nodded in unison, their eyes shining like stars.

"In the future, I will not only teach you how to read and write, but also teach you how to play chess, draw, and play the piano. Follow me."

Bu Fan took these children to a side room in the private school. There were eight tables in it, and a Yaoqin was placed on each table.

"Sir, what is this?"

Xiaocao didn't know why, when she saw these Yaoqins, she liked them very much, even though she didn't know what they were.

Many children cast puzzled eyes.

"This is Yaoqin!"

Bu Fan sat in front of a Yaoqin, stroked the Yaoqin with his hands, and plucked the strings slightly, followed by melodious and moving voices coming out slowly.

The children were all obsessed.

Although they couldn't understand what the song was playing, they all thought it sounded good.

"Sir, I want to learn this!" Xiaocao said with bright eyes.

"I want to learn too!" Many little girls want to learn piano.

"No hurry, I will teach you later." Bu Fan smiled lightly.

Then, he took the children to the chess room that had been set up, and several tables were set up in the chess room, with Go on the tables.

The children wondered what it was, but after Bu Fan's explanation, they realized that it was a game called Go.

It was noon before we knew it, and the children left reluctantly.

After returning, they immediately told their parents what they saw in the private school.

Many villagers were confused.

Draw pictures and they can understand what it is.

But Yaoqin, what the hell is Go?

Later, after asking some knowledgeable people in the village, they knew that it was something that only scholars would play.

All of a sudden, the villagers became more confident in the private school run by the village chief.

It was rumored that they were going to open a private school in Jiajia Village. When the surrounding villages knew who was running the private school, they all looked suspicious, and even thought that it was not a private school at all, but a nursery school.

The villagers in Koga Village were so angry that they wanted to reason with them.

But they are not confident enough.

After thinking about it, forget it, let the children recognize only a few words.

Unexpectedly, the village chief not only taught the children to read and write, but also taught them some things that only scholars can do. This is not available in other private schools, only the private school in their corner village.

The more you think about it, the more excited you become, the more you think about it, the more confident you become

In the future, their children will also be educated and decent scholars.