Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

The three missionaries did what they said. After Li Yi decided on a place for them to build a church, the three of them began to compile teaching materials in the Maritime Trade Office seriously. They worked the same working hours as other people in the office every day. As for what they did after work, no one cared about them.

So during this period of time, three foreigners could often be seen in Jiazhou City promoting their master, but unfortunately, no one could understand them.

But even so, they still enjoy it.

Li Yi was curious about how they spread their religion when no one could understand them. Wen Yao answered: "In their country, their Lord is like our God, who exists in everyone's heart, just like our gods and Buddhas. When we spread the religion in their country, we will also encounter the same problem. But if we fail once or twice, we may succeed three or four times, or even after a long time, and then we may have believers, and slowly the religion will survive."

Li Yi thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

Fortunately, although the three of them were devoted to promoting their own masters, they still did what they had to do. With the three of them compiling and those who had returned from the vassal states learning and practicing on the side, the classes could be easily opened.

Those who studied the language of the vassal state were selected by Li Yi from Jiazhou Academy. They signed up voluntarily and could stay in the Maritime Trade Office after completing their studies.

A lot of people signed up, and finally after screening, only ten boys and five girls were left.

In addition to them, Wen Yao and Datou are also among those who are learning.

Those people didn't know how to teach, so they just taught them whatever words and sentences the three missionaries wrote, and taught them to listen and read.

Wen Yao had a headache after listening to two classes.

Even for her who had already learned it, it gave her a headache just listening to it, let alone these boys and girls who had just started learning foreign languages.

Seeing each of them sitting there listening, it was like listening to a foreign language. Even their eldest son sometimes had a confused look on his face. Wen Yao felt that this couldn't go on any longer.

She decided to consult Professor Wen and Wen Jun to come up with a solution. When she passed by the study on her way home, she heard ghostly cries coming from the study:

"It's too difficult. Help me, why do we have to learn all this? What the hell is this? It's not like a horse race."

“I want to go back to farming.”

The corners of Wen Yao's mouth twitched. This was the voice of that funny guy Xie Anyi.

Wen Yao decided not to look for Wen Xiuyi and Wen Jun first, but to go and see them first.

The study door was open. Several young men were sitting behind their desks with furrowed brows. Xie Anyi was lying on the table, howling in agony.

As Wen Yao stepped in, Xie Anyi's face changed and he quickly sat down, pretending to read a book.

But when he saw the strange letters on it, he collapsed.

Wen Yao glanced at him and sighed helplessly: "If you don't understand, don't read it."

Xie Anyi felt as if he had been pardoned and immediately threw away the book in his hand. The others also looked up at Wen Yao with joy on their faces. Wen Yao could clearly see a look of relief on everyone's face.

Wen Yao ignored them and went to Datou's desk. She looked at the notes on his desk and the teaching materials compiled by the three missionaries, her eyelids twitching.

"is it hard?"

Wen Yao asked.

Big Head nodded: "It's difficult, but it's okay."

Datou was smart and had a photographic memory. He could basically remember everything the three missionaries taught him after just one teaching. He just couldn't pronounce the words correctly, and he was too embarrassed to practice when there were many people around because he always felt something was wrong.

Wen Yao nodded. Her son Datou was smart and she never worried.

Wen Yao looked at the table of the Seventh Prince next to her. Although he didn't have as many notes as the Big Prince, it was obvious that he was also working hard. "What about Little Seven? How's he doing? Can he learn it?"

The Seventh Prince bit his lip and glanced secretly at Big Head. He knew that he was not as smart as Big Head, so he could only make up for his shortcomings with hard work. However, the languages ​​of these vassal states were too difficult.

Facing Wen Yao's question, the Seventh Prince chose to tell the truth: "It's difficult."

Wen Yao also attended classes with them during this period. Xie Anyi leaned over the table and asked, "Aunt, have you learned it?"

Wen Yao glanced at them and suddenly wanted to play a trick on them. She smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I think it's okay."

Several teenagers were stunned.

OK? You call this OK?

Wen Yao then pointed to a few words on the textbook on the table and read them out in standard English. Her pronunciation was exactly the same as those of the vassal people. They even had the illusion that Wen Yao spoke better than those vassal people.

The expressions on the faces of the teenagers were all stunned, and their stunned looks were enough to make them stuff an egg in their mouths.

After Wen Yao read a few more words and sentences, the teenagers' initial surprise turned into self-doubt.

Is it really that they are too stupid to learn?

Big Head, on the other hand, felt relieved after being surprised. His sister was special, and he must have learned these things in her world. He couldn't understand what the three missionaries taught him, so could he ask his sister?

This...but what reason should I find to ask?

Suddenly, he had an idea and said, "You don't have to be discouraged. My sister is a quick learner. Some people are just better at languages ​​than others. If we work harder, we can learn it too."

The teenagers looked at him, was he saying that they were stupid and had no talent?

And was not comforted.

Wen Yao raised her eyebrows, glanced at Datou, and continued his words: "Well, it's true, I have a strong talent for languages. Let's put it this way, you don't have to memorize it so hard, I will sort out a method and trick and teach you later."

"Will it be more difficult than it is now?" The Seventh Prince thought for a moment and asked.

Wen Yao thought about it and thought that teaching from the most basic abcd would probably be easier than jumping right into words and sentences... right?

Never mind, try it first.

After liberating the teenagers, Wen Yao went to find Wen Xiuyi and Wen Jun. The three of them racked their brains and finally decided to start with the excuse that Datou found.

Didn't Datou say that Wen Yao had a strong talent for languages? Then she showed her strong side, pretending to learn quickly, and then took the opportunity to talk about her own method of learning quickly, such as first breaking down all the letters, first familiarizing herself with all the letters, etc. She didn't have to do anything, just guide the three missionaries in their teaching direction.

Whether it will work or not, we can only try.

After a few more days of classes, Wen Yao finally "unintentionally" showed her strong language talent and was praised as a genius by the three missionaries.

After all, compared to those other students who can't learn anything, Wen Yao is really a genius. She can learn once taught, and her pronunciation is standard. They really want to have more students like her.

Wen Yao took the opportunity to impart her own learning experience, which gave the three missionaries an inspiration.

Yes, they were all people who had never learned the language of the vassal state. Just like when they themselves were learning the language of Annan, they were also at a loss and had no idea where to start.

If we break down these words like Wen Yao did and let them start by familiarizing themselves with each letter, wouldn’t it be much easier?

The three missionaries immediately asked Li Yi for a few days off, saying that they would suspend classes so that they could recompile the teaching materials.