Our whole class has traveled through time

"Let's go to the bookstore." Qian Xiaoxiao felt that it was necessary to understand the customs and customs of this country. She didn't want to be a fool anymore.

"Let's go." It seemed that Guan Miao felt the same way.

When the two returned to Qingsong Lane, the meal was already on the table.

"The teacher is back." It was the monitor who opened the door for them.

"Teacher, Uncle Guan."

"I'm going to cook, and a few people will help."

"Teacher, the food is ready, let's go." Song Xiaomiao came over and took Qian Xiaoxiao's arm.

Guan Miao also showed a relaxed smile at this time.

He slowly accepted the reality in his heart: this will be his home from now on.

When everyone walked into the main room, they saw three tables with fried cabbage, but the vegetables may have turned yellow over time, and a plate of braised pork.

It's starting to get colder, so the dishes on the table are getting cold.

Qian Xiaoxiao was very happy. He had previously wanted to take turns cooking in the future, but if the boys were going to college, they would not be able to participate, so he did not bring it up in person. He just talked to Huang Jianren when frying lard that day. A few people mentioned it, maybe Huang Jianren and others passed it on privately.

"Teacher, us boys will come to cook these days, and you girls can just wait and eat."

"Oh, I am treated like a princess."

"Teacher, Uncle Guan, try our craftsmanship." Huang Jianren couldn't wait to show it off.

"Okay, okay." Qian Xiaoxiao sat down and picked up a piece of braised pork.

"It's cold, but it tastes pretty good. But even though it tastes good, we can't eat it cold. If we don't come back in the future, you can eat first and save our portion and put it in the pot to steam. Now , come on, let's serve the dishes, and I'll heat them up." Qian Xiaoxiao was about to get up and go serve the dishes.

"Teacher, please rest, let's go." Lin Haohao pressed Qian Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

"Okay, be careful. It's dry and dry, so be careful."

The students carried all the dishes to the kitchen in one fell swoop.

Qian Xiaoxiao remembered that the old man would bring firewood today. She walked to the eaves at the door of the kitchen and found a load of firewood neatly stacked, and a basket of white radishes next to it.

The monitor came over and said, "Teacher, the old man sent it yesterday this morning. I have already given him the money you left for me."

Qian Xiaoxiao made a special request before going out, so he left a copper plate in the squad leader's hand so that they could make transactions with the uncle when they were away.

"Well, that's good. I'll put the firewood delivered there from now on. Do you see it?"

Qian Xiaoxiao pointed to the woodshed next to the kitchen.

"I understand, teacher, I'll move over now."

"I am coming too."

"me."

Several male classmates moved two bundles of firewood into the woodshed.

Qian Xiaoxiao walked into the kitchen again. She wanted to check that the firewood placed in the kitchen must not be too close to the stove. A spark could burn the house down. She couldn't afford to pay for it if it burned down. Fire prevention awareness was essential. It seemed that these safety awareness still had to be emphasized with them.

Qian Xiaoxiao thought about the problem and left the kitchen, sitting in the main room waiting for the meal to be served.

This scene, if it had been the time before she had worn it a few days ago, even if Qian Xiaoxiao was allowed to dream, she wouldn't be able to have such a dream.

After dinner, Qian Xiaoxiao shared the news he had learned today with everyone.

Girls are still very disappointed that they can no longer go to school. What fun is there in staying at home every day?

Of course Qian Xiaoxiao can understand. They are all at a playful and noisy age. If you lock them at home every day, they will not be suffocated to death, even if they are not sick, they will not be born and raised here.

"Girls, don't be sad. Didn't you say it last night? If you can't go, just study at home. If you still want to learn embroidery or piano, I can go outside and ask the female gentleman to add a section for you every day. class."

"Yeah, yeah.'

"Teacher, you can have this."

"There are also male students who will also learn the Six Arts of a Gentleman in the academy. Everyone must study seriously."

"Teacher, don't worry, we are all people who have studied for eight years, we will definitely be better than them."

Huang Jianren said confidently.

"Just you? You drag down the class ranking every time you take an exam." Song Xiaomiao said unceremoniously.

"I don't want to learn. If I were willing to learn, could you beat me?"

"Really? What about Bibi?"

The two of them looked at Qian Xiaoxiao at the same time.

"Okay, whoever comes first in the exam will be rewarded by the teacher."

"I will definitely surpass you." Song Xiaomiao pouted and hummed.

"I said Jianren, you can't embarrass us boys." Hao Jianhua said.

"Here are a few books about the customs and culture of this country. Read them all. Don't go out and people say you don't understand what they say." Qian Xiaoxiao divided the books bought from the bookstore.

The students were dumbfounded when they opened the book. Traditional Chinese characters are used here, and everyone can barely understand them. However, it is probably a bit difficult to write, because they have never written traditional Chinese characters. I know each other, but I will follow the meeting. Writing has another meaning.

The money is a small amount of money, but it seems that the eight years of education also have loopholes.

Starting in the afternoon, Qian Xiaoxiao asked them to practice calligraphy.

Qian Xiaoxiao has a basic knowledge of calligraphy, so he didn't get the reputation of being both civil and military for nothing.

Qian Xiaoxiao likes to write about losing weight, so he can only teach everyone how to write about losing weight.

He also talked about entering the academy...

Now I find that I can’t even write.

There is a long way to go.

The students practiced calligraphy at the dinner table.

Qian Xiaoxiao was sitting on the threshold, looking very depressed.

I thought that children could easily enter the academy with their knowledge, but now I have to practice writing all over again.

On the one hand, I can’t write traditional Chinese characters.

Another aspect and the most important reason is that everyone doesn’t know how to grasp a brush at all. If you want to practice calligraphy, you have to start practicing from the most basic brush grasping.

Let alone entering the academy now, she still didn't know if they would make fun of her when they met her. She was thinking about whether there was a way to solve their current situation.

When Qian Xiaoxiao got what everyone had written, he almost fainted.

Is this a word? Is this a ghost talisman?

Think about it, all of them are junior high school students, and now they are stuck because they can't write.

"Practice, keep practicing. If it doesn't work, I'll go out and find a gentleman to teach you tomorrow." Qian Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth.

She felt that her ancient power was really approaching its critical point and could explode at any time.

The classmates looked at Qian Xiaoxiao's gloomy face and did not dare to speak. They went back to continue practicing calligraphy.

"Don't be too nervous, they are new to it."

Guan Miao said standing behind him.

"I'm a little panicked. I don't know what's going on. What I'm thinking now is that what we learn in the academy here should be different from what we learn. I can say with certainty now that our children may not be able to enter the academy. They are now It’s the same as a novice who has never read a book. After all, what both sides have learned and written are different. It’s hard for them to accept it, and it’s hard for me to accept it. As these things come over me one by one, I feel like I’m about to explode. .”