Watson, who was sitting in class, didn't expect that his godfather would actually come to the school to be a teacher, and he couldn't help but stand up straight with excitement.

After Mr. Chen left, Li Xiuyuan looked at the excited students below, but what he was thinking about was Kangchuan Cheng's Wuxin.

I thought of Wu Xin, wearing a washed white gown deep in an alleyway where sewage flows, giving a lecture to a group of children who didn't even have enough to eat.

Not to mention whether Wu Xin was telling the way of a saint at that time, he even quietly lit a beacon for the children in the darkness.

Now he has to do what Wu Xin has done before.

If we say that Wu Xin and the fat man Wu Feng who lived in the alley led a gang of gangsters in Kangchuan City that day, they were bandits.

So, the Fuchun River bandits who were killed by Hu Ge, beheaded by the shopkeeper, and burned by Watson were the nightmares of these children in front of them.

From childhood to adulthood, he thought of the imperial city from a small town.

Looking at a group of children with innocent smiling faces, Li Xiuyuan sighed softly.

He looked at the children and said, "Classmates, shall we tell a story today?"

Seeing that there was no need to go to class, a group of children were naturally happy to tell stories when their husband wanted to tell them, and they all raised their hands and applauded.

Li Xiuyuan looked at Watson and asked: "Watson, let me ask you a question."

Watson immediately stood up and shouted: "Sir... sir, if you have anything to say, just say it. The students will definitely answer it if they know it."

Li Xiuyuan nodded, looked at him and said, "If you were compared to the streams flowing down the mountains on both sides of the Fuchun River, and the bandits that day were compared to the Fuchun River, would you be afraid?"

Watson thought for a while, scratched his head and replied: "Afraid, not afraid!"

For Watson, fear is a subconscious thing. But for his parents, brothers, and sisters, he can't be afraid.

Even when faced with vicious bandits, he still rushed out at the last moment.

Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and told him to sit down, looked at everyone and said: "We are like the stream on the mountain, and the bandits are like the rolling Fuchun River. No one is not afraid of bandits."

"But when your loved ones are harmed by bandits, one day when you grow up, you will stand up for your family, even if you face bandits like Fuchunjiang."

Li Xiuyuan paused here, and after a while he said: "Everyone, do you think it is true or not?"

When Watson heard this, he took the lead in patting his chest and shouting: "Watson must protect his younger brothers and sisters!"

When Watson said this, the children in the classroom all shouted: "When I grow up, I will join the Forbidden Army and fight against bandits!"

These days there are rumors in the town that the Imperial Army from the Imperial City raided several bandits' lairs on the Fuchun River and eliminated many bandits.

In the eyes of children, the Imperial Guards are heroes who protect them.

Li Xiuyuan nodded and said: "In your opinion, which one is more important, the Fuchun River or the creek on the mountain?"

This time, the children's opinions were divided. Some children thought the creek was important, while others thought the Fuchun River was important.

Li Xiuyuan did not correct the children's mistakes.

Instead, he looked at Watson and said: "Watson, think about it, if one day all the creeks in the mountains are blocked or dry up, will there still be water in the Fuchun River?"

Watson thought for a while, looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "Sir, are you saying that all the creeks will no longer flow down the mountain?"

When I was a child, my sister told Watson: "Gathering sand into a tower, gathering armpits into fur. Gathering sand together into a big river."

Let him understand that without rivers and streams, there would be no big rivers or big oceans.

If Watson was his first teacher, it would be his eldest sister Yuanfang.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Of course all the creeks will no longer flow even a drop of water into the Fuchun River."

Watson laughed when he heard this and replied with a grin: "In the end, the Fuchun River will naturally turn into a dry ditch. Sister told me this truth."

Li Xiuyuan looked at a group of children and nodded, and said seriously: "Gather the sand to form a tower, gather the armpits to form fur. The trickling water will form a big river."

"I don't know if your husband has told you about it before, but I will tell you about it today."

"There are countless villages on both sides of the Fuchun River, and there are countless children your age. If you unite, even the Fuchun River will dry up. Will you still be afraid of bandits on the mountain?"

Li Xiuyuan actually wanted to tell the children that bandits were also evolved from villagers on both sides of the Fuchun River, and even from children.

But that theory was too dark, and he didn't want to plant a dark seed in the children's hearts at this time.

He was born towards the sun among these children, at least under my sky, he could do that.

Some children didn't understand and asked: "Sir, do you mean that the water in the Fuchun River comes from the creeks in the mountains on both sides?"

"That's right. Can't you see that the spring water in the river in the town will keep flowing down and finally merge into the river?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "A trickle of water merges into a big river, that's how it works."

When Watson heard this, he suddenly understood and raised his hand and said, "Sir, I understand. The small river where we go to catch fish in the summer will eventually flow into the Fuchun River along the back mountain."

After Watson explained it, a group of children came to understand one after another.

Everyone laughed, clapped their little hands and said, "So that's the truth. I remember it. I have to tell my parents when I get back."

Li Xiuyuan waved his hand to calm down the children's heated discussion.

Then he continued: "In your hearts, which is more important, the town, your own parents, or your own home?"

One child said: "Of course the mayor is the most important. Without the town, we would have no place to live."

One child said: "No, of course our family is the most important. If our parents and sister are gone, what else will the town do?"

Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and asked the children to stop arguing.

He smiled and said: "As I said before, the sand becomes a tower. Each of your homes is just the grains of sand, and the town is a tower made of sand."

When Watson heard this, he smiled and said: "Sir, what you mean is that just like the creek and the Fuchun River, our respective homes are the creek on the mountain, and the town is the Fuchun River."

Li Xiuyuan turned around, holding the chalk on the podium, and wrote two lines of poetry on the blackboard behind him.

Then he turned around, looked at a group of children and said quietly: "In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. This is the sentiment expressed by the ancients."

"Think about it, if each of your homes were burned down by bandits, and your father, mother, brother, and sister were killed by bandits, what would the town look like in the end?"

When the bandits were mentioned, a group of children showed angry looks on their faces and even clenched their little fists.

Looking at the angry looks of a group of children, Li Xiuyuan continued: "After the disaster happened in the town, why did the emperor send the imperial army to suppress the bandits? Why did he give relief funds to your parents?"

"Afraid we'd be hungry!"

“I’m afraid we won’t have money to go to school!”

"No, my house was burned down by bandits, and the mayor gave my parents money to rebuild the house."

The children started talking again for a while, but Watson remained silent, because with his godfather around, his parents didn't have to worry about anything at home.

Even Uncle Liu and Wang San bought new clothes, not to mention him, Fu Sheng and Wang Ruyi.

In his opinion, his godfather is his god.

And Li Xiuyuan just wanted to plant a bright seed in the hearts of the children, and did not expect them to fully understand the truth now.

In his opinion, only by providing more education to children as they grow up can it be possible for these children to understand more truths.

Time passed very quickly, and while the children were still unfinished, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rang.

Ergou and Xiaolian stayed in the school to have lunch, and Watson took Li Xiuyuan's hand and walked home.

Because Li Xiuyuan and Mr. Chen asked for leave, saying that Watson would only have half-day classes in the future.

Naturally, Mr. Chen has no objection. You must know that the expenses of the children and the wages of the teachers in the school are all paid by the free gentleman in front of him.

Not to mention that the Imperial City spent so many gold coins to rebuild the town.

"Daddy, what you said is a bit too profound."

Watson took Li Xiuyuan's hand and said seriously: "Sir, he once said a poem, which says that the country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is springy and has deep vegetation..."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the dark clouds in the sky and replied calmly: "Isn't this the same truth? The city is springy and dense with vegetation. That's because the people living there have all been ruined."

"Just like the day my godfather came back, if I come one day later and more than half of the people in the town die, will this town also become green and lush?"

In front of Watson, Li Xiuyuan did not shy away and quietly spoke out what was in his heart.

Watson nodded thoughtfully, held up his little fist and said, "Watson needs to learn from his godfather. When he grows up, he won't be afraid of bandits and can protect his younger brothers, sisters, and older brothers and sisters."

"Practice with your master first, and when you've learned enough, come back and learn from your godfather."

Li Xiuyuan sighed and said softly: "Next spring, your blacksmith master will take you to Tianshan Mountain to practice. If Ergou and Xiaolian's mother agree, they can also go with you."

He was too lonely on Tianshan Mountain, so Li Xiuyuan wanted to find two friends for Watson.

For Hu Ge, it’s okay to herd one sheep, and it’s not a problem to herd three sheep.

The resources for cultivation have been prepared by himself. He only needs to take his three children to practice hard on Tianshan Mountain. How can it be as hard as he did in the past?

"What about my brother Fusheng? And where is sister Ruyi?" Watson was thinking about more things.

"Your sister Ruyi still has a master, so you don't need to worry about it. If you are older, your godfather will find another master for him."

Before Li Xiuyuan took Watson's hand and walked into the store, the sharp-eyed Sister Hong shouted: "Watson, come in quickly, the whole family is waiting for you to eat."

Watson let go of Li Xiuyuan's hand and ran into the store. He turned around and asked, "Daddy, do you want to eat together?"

"I'm with your master and Aunt Hua, don't worry about us." Li Xiuyuan waved his hand and drove Watson away. He looked at the firecrackers and confetti on the ground and laughed at Sister Hong.

"This place just opened, where did the shopkeeper go?"

Not seeing Watson's father, Li Xiuyuan felt something strange. Logically speaking, the shopkeeper should be waiting for customers in the store at this time, right?

Sister Hong looked at him and smiled and said: "The shopkeeper of the rice shop in front asked him to leave, saying that I practiced the same way as us and went to learn from him."

"I see."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head and walked towards the shop. He wanted to see the progress of a group of craftsmen decorating the backyard.

After all, four formation disks have been buried, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the two families now are just like one iron barrel.

Hu Ge looked at Li Xiuyuan who walked in and said with a smile: "It will be completed in five days. If you want to live in that room, I have to buy furniture."

Li Xiuyuan sat down at the table, stretched out his hand to light the small stove to boil water, thought for a while and said, "I'll live in the smallest room, and leave the two larger rooms. You can choose one by yourself."

One room must be reserved for the master Ouyang Dongli, and another room must be reserved for the little fat man and Xiao Ju. As for the other two rooms, they should be regarded as customers.

The Watson's house is enough to live in. If it is not enough, Li Xiuyuan even wants to buy the blacksmith shop opposite.
Chapter completed!