The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Mo Jianxu's literacy class was very lively. Liu Mosi and the students also had to cooperate with him in some small theater performances to make the students more impressed.

Everyone found it very interesting, and more and more people came. Within two days, the small courtyard was so crowded that it was almost impossible to sit down.

Sometimes Mo Shuxu would assign tasks to the students, asking them to teach the people, and make sure that the people could understand it as soon as they heard it.

Although Xie Zezhi said not to disturb the students, he could not stop the students from coming forward to "disturb" them.

During the teaching process, the students gradually learned how to communicate with the people and understand what they were thinking. Their thinking was broadened, and policy discussions were no longer empty talk.

On the fourth day, Mo Jianxu said to everyone before get out of class: "Tomorrow, I will hold another class. It is specially for the female relatives in your family. I hope you can encourage them to come and learn."

After saying this, there was a lot of discussion below, all of which were voices of protest.

"What do women know? It's proper to wash clothes at home."

"That's right, show yourself to the public and learn to read. What should I do if my mind becomes wild?"

Mo Yanxu joked: "Then, have you learned anything from the classes I have taken these days? Are you planning to become the emperor and rebel now?"

The crowd roared with laughter.

"That's it. There's no reason that the more you learn, the worse you get." He smiled and asked someone at random: "Brother He, do you have any children at home?"

"There are two."

"So who usually takes care of the children more, or does the wife take care of the children more?"

"I have to work hard outside during the day, and I leave it to my wife at home."

"If you want your wife to read, can you teach her children at home? You don't want your children to be able to read until they are your age, right?"

"But it's not enough for a woman to show up in public."

"I can guarantee that your wife can read and write. No one will laugh at you, they will only admire you. People will say, 'He Laoliu not only learned to read and read by himself, but also asked his wife to learn it. This girl has learned it in several lifetimes. I'm lucky to meet such a kind and open-minded man as He Laoliu."

Hearing Mo Yanxu's compliment, he laughed sheepishly, "I don't know if it's true?"

"Believe me, if you are great yourself, you are not great. It is when you lead others to be as great as you."

After saying that, Mo Yanxu asked an older person again: "I remember that my brother has a daughter at home. She should find her husband's family next year, right?"

"It's time to look for her. But if the girl's family is illiterate, there will be no delay in getting married."

"That's what I said. Who among you here doesn't want to find a literate girl. If your daughter can read, there will only be more people asking for marriage."

"But if people think she is illiterate and has a wild mind, what should we do if we don't want her?"

"Doesn't this just prove that this family is not good? You tell me how low self-esteem he usually has, and his wife will lose confidence if she can read. It would be better for such a person not to marry."

There was something in Mo Yansu's words that made the face of the protester heat up, and he said nothing now.

After everyone dispersed, Liu Mosi kept snorting while packing her things, banging the tables and benches.

Mo Yanxu felt that she was not in the right mood, so he leaned over and asked her, "Si'er, what's wrong with you? Who bullied you? Tell your senior brother that he asked Xiao Liu to beat him."

She stopped what she was doing and said awkwardly: "I didn't understand, and I felt so worried."

"what happened?"

"It's natural for women to be literate, so why should they be associated with those men? Being literate can help him take care of his children, help him find a good son-in-law, and so on. I don't understand why you would say that?"

Mo Jianxu explained patiently: "Then do you think they can understand when I tell them that men and women are equal and that women should pay attention to their education? Even if they can, will they understand?"

Liu Mosi said nothing. It is indeed difficult to change this solidified thought.

"So, you have to say something that they can understand and that is beneficial to them, so that they will feel that it is necessary for women to be literate. The explanation is not important, what is important is that they can come out of the house and sit here to study. Only then can everything that follows be realized. If we cannot take this step, everything we say will be empty words."

Liu Mosi suddenly realized it and nodded at him.

Jiang Zhixia and Xie Zezhi walked out of the alley.

Xie Zezhi admired it very much: "I didn't expect that during these seven days of competition, he would even consider women studying. It seems that these three hundred years in the mortal world have changed him a lot."

Jiang Zhixia walked in front, "He doesn't regard this as a simple competition. He has always encouraged women to study, but there is a shadow in his heart and he doesn't know what to say."

Xie Zezhi followed her, pulling her from time to time to prevent her from being hit by others, "I think he is quite good at talking now."

"At that time, he was beaten back to the mountain because he was beaten for a year. Those people said that he was acting like a gangster in the name of teaching." She couldn't help laughing when she mentioned what happened at that time. "I told them not to make such careless remarks to them. . Just talk about the benefits, what benefits can women bring to them by studying, and how many benefits there are. No one will leave the benefits without taking them."

"So it was you who taught him. I said that when he persuaded others to learn, he didn't sound like an immortal king at all."

Jiang Zhixia turned her head and looked at him angrily, "What do you mean? Is there any problem?"

"No! I think this statement is very boss Jiang."

"Hey." She turned around and didn't see the raised corners of Xie Zezhi's mouth.

The scene of the two people walking in tandem, talking and laughing was seen by Lu Chennian. He was very familiar with the way Xie Zezhi looked at Jiang Zhixia, and he looked at Ning Shu the same way. But Jiang Zhixia didn't seem to have such thoughts about him.

Perhaps in the future he can use Xie Zezhi through Jiang Zhixia to achieve his own goals...

Literacy classes for women were successfully launched. At first they were a little embarrassed to go, and only three came on the first day. Mo Shuxu was not in a hurry and continued to attend class. In the afternoon class, men were again encouraged to let their female relatives come out to learn literacy.

The women who had attended the class went back to spread the word that Mo Jianxu's lecture was good, and with the encouragement from the men, more women came the next day.

They cherished this learning opportunity very much and studied harder than men. When they went home to work, they also recited the literacy songs and mantras taught by Mo Jianshu.

For a time, the sounds of reciting the formula were heard everywhere in the fields and in the cottages.

A master from Yueyang Academy heard the song when he passed by and nodded in admiration. The person who wrote the formula was really a great talent. The songs are catchy and easy to understand without losing the rhythm. Once you hear them, you can tell that they put a lot of effort into making them up.

Seven days passed quickly.

Lord Wensheng led his "apprentices" to the agreed place in a mighty manner. He was previously afraid of losing his students, so he took them to a cave, increased the price to five hundred coins a day, let them stay here for seven days, and forced them to carry a lot of things.

When he saw Mo Yanxu appearing with Liu Mosi and Lu Chennian, he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Zhenjun Zhaoheng, you will know the outcome at a glance."

Mo Yanxu did not discuss the victory or defeat with him, but bowed deeply to him, "Please ask Lord Wen Sheng to go see something with me."

"Just go, I'm afraid you won't make it."

Wensheng Shenjun and Mo Jianxu came to the busy street. I saw everyone on the street, men, women, old and young, reciting literacy formulas. In front of the shops and next to the stalls, there are various literacy boards with matching pictures. Students and vendors sit together and chat...

There is a scene full of academic atmosphere everywhere.

Lord Wen Sheng was full of surprise, "This, this...how could it be..."

In a daze, he seemed to see some familiar faces. A passerby accidentally bumped into his shoulder. With tears in his eyes, he grabbed the man's wrist and said in a trembling voice: "Zhao Jie?"

The man didn't know what he wanted to do. He was so frightened that he took out his hand and ran away.

He staggered a few steps forward to catch up, bumped into another person, then stopped and looked at him, choking and shouting: "Zi Yue?"

"Who are these people he is talking about?" Jiang Zhixia asked Xie Zezhi.

"It's his student, the student before he became an immortal."

Lord Wensheng slowly turned around and asked Mo Yansu: "Did they do it?"

"Yes, they did it. In the tenth year after you left, our homeland was recovered, and no one has forgotten that period of history. The students inherited your legacy and spread what you taught throughout the world. The literacy formulas you wrote made people More people benefit.”

After hearing this, Shenjun Wensheng couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

Wensheng Shenjun became a teacher in becoming an immortal. The war was raging in those years, and the Middle-earth was defeated steadily by foreign tribes. After the enemy troops fell into the city, they burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. The bustling city suddenly turned into a hell on earth.

At that time, he took all the books and embarked on the road to escape with most of the people.

Someone asked him what he was doing with his books when he was running for his life.

He said he didn't know when the war would stop and whether the imperial court would win. As a master, he must do his best to pass on the culture of his family.

Even if they lose, as long as the fire is left behind, as long as there are still people around, and as long as there are still people who can write Chinese characters, their culture will not be lost, and their history of being invaded by foreigners will not be forgotten. Whether it takes ten years, a hundred years, or even thousands of years, one day they will drive away the invaders and return to their homeland.

Even if they can never go back, some people will always remember that the most splendid civilization was born in that place surrounded by mountains and rivers and thousands of miles of fertile wilderness.

Later, he followed the people to a deep mountain. People hollowed out the mountain and lived in hiding in the mountain.

And he set up a school here, compiled literacy formulas, and taught as many people as possible.

For a while, the sound of reading echoed in the mountains.

Unfortunately, this place was still discovered by foreign enemy troops. They didn't care how the people survived, but they didn't allow the Central Plains culture to continue to spread, so they caught him and ordered him to hand over all the hidden collections of classics and history.

To prepare for this day, he had hidden the books in advance.

Faced with numerous enemy troops, his face did not change, and he told the leader: There are no books here, all he has is his head that remembers the books, and he can take them if he wants.

The gang searched the entire mountain but did not find the books. They were so angry that they burned him alive.

In the fire, he seemed to have returned to his native land.

His students taught the people how to read, and everyone recited the calligraphy formulas he compiled. The children practiced writing on the ground with sticks in their hands.

He stood on the street and looked at various signs written in Chinese characters. At that moment, he felt that Chinese characters were so beautiful.

And this kind of beauty will not be cut off and will always be passed down.