Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Zou Chuanchuan's jars were also made. In two or three days, there were more than two hundred jars, so he told Zhou Min about it.

"Tomorrow I will send Dabao and the others to school. Here is my house key. You can come in directly and put three pills into a bottle. Five pills in a bottle. Pack them like this."

Zhou Min nodded blankly while holding the key, but she was so excited that her face turned red. Zhou Rongrong encouraged her.

"It's okay, you can do it, right?"

Zhou Min nodded heavily.

"Um"

Zhou Rongrong was relieved and patted her on the shoulder to encourage her. Zhou Min was good in everything except that she was too introverted. She didn't know if she could change that.

next day

Dabao's legs can now walk steadily, but he still can't jump.

But today Zhou Rongrong dug the children up early and wiped each of their little faces clean.

I couldn’t tell if it was because the weather was a little dry, but the children’s faces looked a little dry.

Zhou Rongrong was looking for skin care products for the dolls in the space, but she couldn't find any after searching for a long time. Is it impossible to apply paint on the dolls' faces?

Zhou Rongrong just wanted to get a certain brand of children's facial cream. As soon as she finished her thought, she found a brand new bottle of children's facial cream on the dressing table.

There was no time to go into details now, so she took out the face cream and applied it on each child's face and rubbed it. Zhou Rongrong thought it was fun and poked the four children's faces into the shape of buns.

The three boys didn't want to be treated like this and said they wanted to paint their own faces. Zhou Rongrong then used Sibao's face as a teaching aid to tell them how to paint their faces.

As for the strange packaging, the children didn't find it strange. After all, their mother always gave them some strange snacks, and there were strange bottles hidden in the house for washing hair and taking a bath. But their mother told them not to tell anyone else, because if others knew, someone would take their mother away.

Zhou Rongrong spoke seriously, and the children also listened attentively, so they naturally didn't dare to say anything.

After wiping their faces, Zhou Rongrong took a few children to practice martial arts in the yard. As for Dabao, he was doing rehabilitation training while holding a pole.

When the time was almost up, Zhou Rongrong led the donkey out, took out the babies' small book boxes, and checked to make sure that the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were all inside before she felt relieved. Today was her first time going to the academy, and she didn't need to buy any books.

Mr. Zhuang said that we should conduct an entrance examination to see how the classes are divided. Although educational resources were scarce in ancient times, the teachers were omnipotent.

A teacher can teach a class for infants and a class for slightly older children. After teaching one class of children, he or she will switch to the other class to teach the older children.

Speaking of these children, they are also capable of raising children. Not only is Xiaobai chubby, but even the donkey is considered fat by Zhou Rongrong. She doesn't know how many meals a day to feed it. It's not that Zhou Rongrong doesn't want to raise children, but she really doesn't know how to do it.

Let others do things that you don’t know how to do, and say you can’t do things that you know how to do. This is the principle of laziness.

The children can finally go to school by donkey cart. Donkey cart is much faster than ox cart, and sometimes it can even trot, which is really cool. On the way, they met Du Da's wife and her child Du Man walking on the road.

Du's wife was pulling the child while being angry.

"I told you to get up, but you didn't. Now it's okay. It doesn't matter if you're late. I'm going to be late for work. You're really... What can I say?"

Zhou Rongrong found it funny so she drove the donkey cart forward and said, "Come on, Xiaoman, Auntie Zhou will take you there."

Mrs. Du was pleasantly surprised and said, "Rongrong, that's great, that's great. I won't be polite then. I'll feel relieved if you send it off."

After saying that, he carried Du Man into the car, turned around and left, muttering as he walked, "Don't be late, don't be late." Zhou Rongrong found it funny watching this.

It was the first time for little Du Man to ride a donkey cart and have his friends accompany him to go to school. He was very happy because he was the only one in the mountain village who went to school alone and it was very boring.

So he chattered about the academy with his new friends. Zhou Rongrong also listened attentively and finally understood what Qingfeng Academy was all about.

It turned out that Mr. Zhuang actually didn't know anyone from Zhangjia Village. It was just that there was a Mr. Zhang living in Zhangjia Village. He was very rich and it was said that he had several farms, so he invited Mr. Zhuang to the village to study. Mr. Zhang's family funded the establishment of a school, and the tuition fees collected by Mr. Zhuang were counted as his own.

Mr. Zhuang is not only well-educated, but also a free and easy person. From what Du Man said, he has the demeanor of a famous scholar of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Otherwise, according to the system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he would not have accepted Sibao as a female student.

Zhou Rongrong was relieved, knowing that her daughter would not be bullied.

When they arrived at Qingfeng College, Zhou Rongrong went to see Mr. Zhuang to learn about the tuition fees. The tuition fees for all children, regardless of age, were the same. It was calculated as one year's worth of silver, which came to one or two taels of silver for each baby, and four taels of silver for four babies.

Zhou Rongrong didn't feel sorry at all when she gave the baby to Shu Xiu. After giving it to Shu Xiu, Mr. Zhuang told Zhou Rongrong what time he would pick up the baby.

That is, the children finished school at around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Rongrong drove the donkey cart back.

Seeing Zhou Rongrong leaving, the originally happy Sibao pouted and wanted to cry. Although he would be able to see his mother soon, Sibao still missed her. Even Sanbao's eyes were red, but he was a boy and could not cry like Sibao.

The two older ones began to comfort the two younger ones, and it took a while for the two younger ones to calm down.

Go to the small table to find your own name, which is naturally your full name, but in the countryside, it is still customary to call children by their nicknames. The more particular farming and reading families will wait until the children grow up a little before giving them a courtesy name.

Mr. Zhuang said, "Today, new students will be admitted and the entrance examination will begin. Please prepare your pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

Seeing that the students were ready, Mr. Zhuang distributed the test papers he had prepared.

Among Zhou Rongrong’s four babies, the eldest one can write more words, while the other three can usually recognize the words but cannot write them.

After all, I haven’t studied for a long time, and although I’m not as good as Dabao, I’m much better than other students.

There was not much content on the test paper, just half the size of an A4 paper. It took only an incense stick of time for Mr. Zhou to collect the test papers. Fortunately, Dabao and the other four children had to take the exam today, so Mr. Zhuang had marked the test papers in a short time.

The classes were divided directly into "Second, Third, and Fourth Treasure Enlightenment Classes". It was not that Mr. Zhuang was unwilling to call his students by their names. It was mainly because Mr. Zhuang was a person who had no problem asking you to recite books, but when it came to remembering names, he just couldn't, and there were no rules in the rural school.

Whatever you call me at home, you are called the same way here with Mr. Zhou.

"Dabao, middle class with outstanding knowledge."

In fact, Dabao's answer sheet shows that he can go to the senior class, but Mr. Zhuang considered that this child has been self-taught after all. Although he is smart, his foundation is not solid yet. He should go to the middle class first to lay a solid foundation.

Children in the senior class can be recommended to go to the county school after studying for one or two years. The youngest is twelve years old, and the oldest are seventeen or eighteen.

So many times, studying still depends on talent, just like Dabao. Mr. Zhuang thinks Dabao is very talented.

After the classes were divided, Mr. Zhuang asked the three children to come up to receive the books. There was nothing he could do about it. What was wrong with being partial to them? What was wrong with being partial to them in his academy?

These books were all handwritten by Mr. Zhuang himself. Dabao exclaimed when he saw the vigorous handwriting and loved it very much.

He quickly thanked his younger brothers and sisters and said that he would take good care of the books.

The children in the small class study entry-level books such as Thousand Character Classic, and do not learn mathematics. The children in the middle class study Analects of Confucius and Thousand Character Classic alternately, and also do not learn mathematics. Only the large class studies Analects of Confucius and mathematics alone.

After the classes were divided and the children received their books, Mr. Zhuang started the class. He also observed that several children had missed five days of classes and wondered if they should have some individual lessons.

It was obvious that they caught up immediately and did not need any individual tutoring. He then led the students to start reading with their heads shaking.

Soon the sound of reading aloud could be heard from Qingfeng Academy.