I write novels in the East Palace

The next day, Zhou Chengyi, who had been thinking hard all night and couldn't come up with a good solution, came to the school with dark circles under his eyes. There was a loud voice of books inside, and a dark-skinned half-year-old boy was lying on the edge of the door and poking his head outside.

"Who are you? - Oh! Come back! Why are you running?" Zhou Chengyi opened his mouth, the young man seemed to have been frightened by something, he glanced at him quickly, then turned his head and ran away.

He was still running so fast that Zhou Chengyi could only see his back in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't even shout.

In the next few days, Zhou Chengyi could see him every day. Sometimes he came early in the morning, sometimes he came under the poisonous sun at noon, and sometimes he came secretly in the afternoon. Later, two more children were added. Lie at the door and watch, every time I throw a twig of a tree and use it as a pen to scratch on the ground.

It's not that Zhou Chengyi didn't try to stop them, but every time he made a sound, Huanfeng ran away, as if he was some beast eating badgers and twilight.

Zhou Chengyi was helpless in his heart. After seeing no progress for a few days, he let them go. He really didn't have time to waste with them.

The emperor should have anticipated the difficulties in promoting literacy education. When he said he would come, he raised his eyebrows. Although he did not refuse, his words were obviously not optimistic. Instead of wasting your energy there, you should think about how to deal with the schoolboys."

The success of the trial of pinyin in the Taiyuan Academy was due to the emperor's toughness and the fact that the Taiyuan Academy belonged to a government agency.

Not to mention the consequences of making troubles in the government agencies, let's just say that it's not Bie's turn to say what happens.

Even if the public class is held, it is also inside the Taiyuan Academy. No one is forced to come, and if you don’t like it, you don’t have to go.

Wen Xiliang seeks common ground while reserving differences.On the surface, most of them abide by Zhou etiquette.

And after all, a phonetic notation can't affect anything. In this special period, the government has just purged it, so why rush to die in opposition at this time.

There are even some unrealistic and strong peach badgers who just want to catch big fish like them.

However, simplified characters will not work.

The reason why a school can be called a school is that it has reached the point of monopolizing certain knowledge to form a power. A school is not necessarily a powerful family, but the world of the rich must be a school.

Even after being recruited by the aristocratic family, the poor students also became a member of the school system.

The only important official in the court who is not from the faction of the scholar-lord is the Prime Minister Fang who has no family power behind his house, which can be said to be alone.

Zhong Liyue also has connections with the Min family behind his back. Although the Min family is a Qingliu Wenyi and has no direct descendants to serve as officials in the court, its power cannot be underestimated; It's hard to get out.

Er Pao Shuo Shuo prostitute 阊ХВ But they don't have any feelings about whether to promote simplified characters, as long as it doesn't affect the war.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with pinyin alone, but once the simplified characters come out, it is a direct and fatal weapon to attack the class.

That's why the emperor didn't try it out in the South Study Room or the Tai Academy this time, but directly ordered the book to be printed first, and then announced it to the world by means of promotion.

This group of aristocratic families whose interests have been touched will definitely explode, and the emperor does not think that Zhou Chengyi can make any achievements in promoting it at the grassroots level.

The first is that it is difficult for both sides to find agreement due to the difference in identities, and the second is that Zhou Chengyi overestimated the needs of the common people.

Know the etiquette from the warehouse, and know the honor and disgrace if you have enough food and clothing.It is the times that make the common people ignorant, and it is the times that it is difficult to even fill the stomach.

This is indeed the case.

Zhou Chengyi visited many villagers' homes, hoping that they could go to school to attend classes, but most of them refused.

He tried to persuade him that "you can get a better job after being literate", and in the end only two or three more people came to the school.

Zhou Chengyi is deeply aware of the difficulty of literacy education, and he also understands that this matter cannot be rushed.

Returning in vain again, Zhou Chengyi sighed long and hard at Xiuai who was busy working in the field, his expression was indescribably sad and complicated.

The young man who had been hiding and peeping at him for some reason suddenly dropped the farm tool in his hand and ran forward. He blushed for a long while before he slowly choked out a sentence, "Hello, my name is Xu Yi, Xu-xu, Yi- one."

Zhou Chengyi was shocked when he heard his accent, and then said pleasantly, "Have you learned pinyin?"

A simple and honest smile appeared on Xu Yi's dark face, and he nodded nervously and shyly.

"Very powerful." Zhou Chengyi praised him without hesitation and gave him a thumbs up.

"I, I... I want to study!" Xu Yi was too nervous and excited, not only stuttered a short sentence, but also broke his voice, he covered his mouth and his face was dark and red.

Zhou Chengyi nodded, and said proudly, "You and your little friends can come. Although this school only teaches continuous pinyin and some characters, it doesn't charge money, and it won't burden you."

"Come on." Zhou Chengyi patted him on the shoulder.

Looking at the little boy, Chang Xia seemed to see himself in the past, and his eyes were quite soft, and he deliberately waited for the second man to send his carriage to stop at the entrance of the village. "

Zhou Chengyi turned his head and saw a carriage parked there.

Xu Yi said in a panic, "Are you leaving? Is it because we don't have a good hall? Oh, we will help you, don't leave..."

Seeing his incoherent appearance, Zhou Chengyi was amused, and comforted him softly, "Don't worry, although I'm gone, two new teachers have arrived, and it's worth it to exchange one for two."

"I hope that one day, I can see you in Chang'an City, and then I will treat you to Zuichunlou."

Zhou Chengyi knew very well that even if these children were able to read and write, most of them would not be able to make a difference. Only a small part of them were able to talk about being pregnant, halo, samou, and gui, and they basically said goodbye to entering the court and becoming an official.

But the world needs ordinary people. Perhaps for these villagers, being a supervisor at the dock is already a very good thing.

Zhou Chengyi is willing to applaud such an ordinary life, and also thinks they are amazing.

Zhou Chengyi got into the carriage, paused for a moment, then opened the curtain again and looked outside at Xu Yi who was still dazed, "By the way, my name is Zhou Chengyi. Yi, who is cruising, has the same pronunciation as yours."

This sentence sounded meaningless, but Xu Yi's eyes lit up.

For many years later, whenever he thought of this scene, he would always thank him. If it weren't for these words, he would not have firmly believed in climbing up, and perhaps he would have stopped going to school under the pressure of his parents.

Even though he is just an unremarkable ordinary man submerged in the torrent of history, he has done the best he can.

To give you an upward choice, this is Zhou Chengyi's original intention to engage in literacy education.

When the carriage returned to the palace, the emperor was waiting for him in the east palace. When he asked about the situation, Zhou Chengyi smiled wryly.

"It's more suitable for my son to stand in the hall and fight against the Confucians." The emperor patted his shoulder for comfort and affirmation.

Zhou Chengyi didn't have time to be decadent, and the aristocratic family didn't have time to make troubles. It was Bei Hu who made troubles first.

Inside the Tingzheng Hall, Zhong Liyue stared at the courtier who spoke with a gloomy expression, bit his cheek, and said in a harsh tone, "What do you mean the materials were robbed by Beihu?"

The author has something to say: I'm too sleepy, and it's the first time I only have [-] in a chapter, so I feel guilty.

Try to make up as much as possible tomorrow.

good night~~