One of the big boys

Almost two months after San Zhuang left home, the first letter came, and he was about to fall into ambush at that time.Da Zhuang put the letter on his chest and took it home to show Zhang Bao.San Zhuang talked about the past two months, marching, camping, and camping.He also talked about things he saw along the way.In the end, he said that he was serving as a staff officer under Shi Ming.

After dinner, the family sat together, and Si Zhuang wrote back to San Zhuang.Zhang Bao and Da Zhuang talked trivially about the family affairs. Er Zhuang told him to take care of himself. When it came to the clothes, he said that the family made them and sent them immediately, and the dumb uncle asked him to listen to the general more.

San Zhuang is gone, and the free school in Zhangjiazhuang has lost his husband.Originally, some fellow villagers who came to listen to the lecture happily told Zhang Bao that they hoped that there would be a teacher to teach.Zhang Bao felt that the campaign to eradicate illiteracy should be persevered to the end and should not be abandoned halfway, and it is not easy for some older people to pick up the knowledge.Besides, doing good deeds is also good deeds.Although Si Zhuang is not well educated, he can read all characters.Beibei and Wuzhuang can also be primary school teachers.Zhang Bao also made a schedule for them.The three children are also very serious. Under the guidance of Zhang Bao, they know how to prepare lessons in advance and try to enrich the content of a lesson.

Fang Zhongru knew about San Zhuang running a school in his own Zhuangzi. At that time, San Zhuang was no longer studying in a private school, and Fang Zhongru didn't care too much.And now that two of his students are teaching others for free, he's really curious.The family servant Qiuzi slowly drove Fang Zhongru to Zhangjiazhuang in a donkey cart.Standing outside the window of the school, looking at the crowded heads of people in the room, and Zhang Bei's expression with flying eyebrows.After a long time, Fang Zhongru sighed, "Young people are awesome." After asking someone in the village for the location of Zhang Bao's house, Fang Zhongru went to the two-story building to visit.

Seeing the two-story building surrounded by fences, Fang Zhongru was surprised at first, but then he understood.No matter what kind of place a brother with such knowledge lives, it is not enough to be surprised.

Huzi napped on the mat under the tree, while Gouzi lay on the side and counted his fingers.Hearing footsteps, Gouzi turned over and sat up, "Huh?"

When Huzi heard the voice, he opened his big misty eyes. Seeing that it was a stranger, he immediately woke up. "Grandpa, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Zhang Bao, does Zhang Bao live here?"

Before Huzi could answer, Gouzi began to bark at the top of his voice, "Uncle, uncle."

Zhang Bao was opening the watermelon in the house, when the knife split the watermelon, it burst open.Looking at the bright red flesh, Zhang Bao secretly predicted that it was a delicious watermelon.Before Zhang Bao made his second cut, he heard Gouzi's drawling voice.

Zhang Bao wiped his hands, and asked loudly as he walked, "What's the matter? What's the matter with you, dog?"

When he walked to the door and saw Fang Zhongru, his expression immediately became respectful.Most of the ancient literati were virtuous. According to his own observation and the narration of several children, Zhang Bao speculated that the gray-haired man in front of him was also a literati with a strong character. "Why is the old man here? He ate at our house today."

Fang Zhongru came to Zhang Bao to talk about the school.The old gentleman stated that he wanted to learn from Zhang Bao, and he planned not to stop practicing in the future, but Zhang Bao stopped him.Zhang Bao said, "Old man, the people taught in the university hall are people with shallow knowledge, and they only play the role of enlightenment, so you don't need to be rich in knowledge. For example, Si Zhuang, his knowledge is not good, but he can teach people. Literacy and reading. As for you, you teach the future pillars. You have a wealth of knowledge, and students receive a lot of teaching. In essence, the educational purposes of the two schools are different. What's more, if you are also exempted from training, Then there are a lot of students in one class, and the quality is uneven, which is not good for students."

Fang Zhongru thought about it carefully, and it was the same reason.The two had an in-depth exchange about the school, and Fang Zhongru felt that it benefited a lot.In the end, Zhang Bao said that "education is the foundation of a country" deeply shocked this old literati.The thoughts and concepts hundreds of years later were suddenly implanted in the brain of this old literati, which made the old man tremble, "Okay, well said. Education is the foundation of a country."

The person who planned to stay and eat was helped away by the servants at home.Zhang Bao is still a little inexplicable.

As soon as autumn began, Da Zhuang urged Xiao Hua to make a padded coat for San Zhuang, for fear that his third younger brother would suffer from the cold where he could not see.Within a few days of Liqiu, Sanzhuang's winter clothes were sent out.When Zhang Bao began to wear a small jacket, a letter from San Zhuang came.The content in the three strong letters is mostly trivial.He said that the clothes had been received, and he told the family not to worry about him, everything was fine with him.He said that he didn't save any money, so he bought a pig in a nearby city with a few months of money and rushed it back to the military camp. He killed it and stewed it to eat with everyone.He also talked about wars, about the rivers of blood he had seen, and about the people whose families were ruined by the wars.However, he rarely talked about this cruel war, and only mentioned it in a few sentences.

His family wrote back to him, asking him if he would have enough to eat in the army, whether his winter clothes were thin, whether he was injured, and when he would be back.

Another year passed in the back and forth of letters.

On the day of the beginning of spring, the mosquitoes distributed eggs to everyone, because Shi Geer was pregnant.It used to be just a family of four little beggars who depended on each other, but now it looks more and more like a family.The mosquito said that when the baby is born, it will be named Thanksgiving.

This year, more and more people have devoted themselves to public welfare education.There is a lot of credit for Mr. Fang.Now in Pingjiang Town, even a three-year-old child and a 70-year-old man can recite a few poems.