There are a lot of things to do in the village school, but the village chief has basically taken care of them.
Pens, inks, paper and inkstones were not available in the village, so the village chief simply used bark and charcoal instead. It is said that this is also the method taught by the old scholar, who used this method to survive in his early years.
However, the village chief is still obsessed with this matter. He has been thinking about these things while sleeping recently and wants to say a few words to everyone he meets.
"You were very lucky back then. Tongwen helped solve a large part of the problem with pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Otherwise, you could only use this kind of charcoal to write. These children were not so lucky and couldn't get it even if they wanted to.
But using charcoal won’t work after all. How can you study without practicing calligraphy? I’ll go read the same book later and see if there’s a solution!”
In the village chief's view, writing with charcoal is not considered writing at all, which means that the purpose of the village school is not to test for fame, otherwise the village school would not be able to be run.
"The pens are actually quite good. I remember that Mr. Wang can make them. Although his skills are not very good, he can still be used. The main problem is the ink and paper, especially the paper..."
Listening to the village chief's complaints, Wang Sheng came to the village school "school".
It is said to be a school, but it is actually the largest cave in Qingshan Village. It is also the place where bandits discuss things in various movies and TV dramas.
After the people from Qingshan Village moved in, they used the remaining heat of this place and turned the bandit meeting hall into the meeting hall of his village.
Now it has been transformed into a "school".
Lighted torches illuminate the entire "school".
"The light is a bit dark, but I took a look and found that there are no other suitable houses. This is the best place for now. I will use it for now and wait until next year when I have time to renovate a special place."
Wang Sheng listened to the village chief's words, but his attention remained on the torch.
"Village chief, what kind of oil are these torches made of?"
A torch doesn't just involve wrapping a stick with cloth, it also has to be soaked in oil. I don't know if it's the kind of oil I think of.
"Tung oil, what's wrong? Yongfeng and the others came across a tung forest when they were inquiring about the surroundings, so they took some and fried it into oil. However, there is not much in the village, so they need to save some. Now they are just trying the effect. Weather On a good day, the light outside the cave is quite good, so there is no need to light it..."
Wang Sheng heard this and said: "Tung oil, village chief, maybe Mo has it."
He suddenly remembered the method of making ink.
Zhou Zhengwen: "???"
What did they say just now, and why did they suddenly stop talking about it?
This surprise came too suddenly!
"Yunsheng, are you serious?"
"Really... Uh, no, village chief, does anyone in the village know how to boil glue?"
The "glue" Wang Sheng refers to is actually animal glue, which is generally used as an adhesive, which is the ancient version of glue. He remembers that someone in the village used it, and it is also an important material for making ink.
"Glue? Yes, but it is rarely used. What do you need this for?"
"Ink making, of course!"
Wang Sheng didn't remember it at first, but when he heard tung oil, some memories awakened.
This is because he once watched a video "Ancient Method of Making Ink", in which the ink was made from the soot of burning tung oil as the main material.
Of course, the ink in the video is relatively high-end, and various medicinal materials are added to it.
But for enlightenment in the village, only the simplest one is enough.
"Yunsheng, do you know how to make ink?"
"Well, it was in a book I read a long time ago. I didn't remember it too deeply at the time, but now I remember it. I'll write the production method to the village chief later, and you can find someone to study it!"
Making good ink requires a lot of details, but there is no problem in just making usable ink.
As long as there are oil fumes and animal glue.
"Very good!"
The village chief was very happy. If it were normal, low-quality ink would not be a rare thing. Only when he got to the village did he realize how important some technologies were.
The village chief was very happy that Mo was found, and took Wang Sheng to see a lot of things.
For example, a simple desk made of wooden piers.
In short, keep everything simple.
After Wang Sheng looked at it, he was silent for a while and then said, "Village Chief, are you too anxious?"
"Actually, I originally wanted to start it next year, but some people in the village asked me to start it earlier."
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"The main reason is that now that we are in the mountains, it is not as safe as Qingshan Village, and the adults are busy farming, so I hope someone can help watch the children. There was a child running into the woods before. If he hadn't been discovered in time, we don't know what would have happened."
"Is that why only those aged six to twelve are enrolled?"
"Actually, the oldest is only eight years old. Twelve is the maximum age I set."
From the age of six to eight, they are basically unable to help with work, are very naughty, and are particularly prone to death. It is commonly known as the age where people hate ghosts.
Wang Sheng called him a good guy.
It took a few meals to build a nursery, and you earned it with your blood!
But he soon found that he was limited by modern thinking.
Most of the scholars in this era cannot farm, and can trade what they are good at for food. In addition, the respect for teachers in this era is basically engraved in the bones, and children are definitely not as difficult to manage as in Wang Sheng's era. .
Therefore, being a scholar is not a loss.
Both sides gain blood!
As the two chatted, people from the village gradually came, one person from each house.
After about half an hour, the village chief came to the place that was originally the "throne" of the village leader and said: "I believe everyone has heard the purpose of why I summoned you. Yes, it is to establish a village school... ...Reading makes people sensible...So after many considerations, we decided to establish a village school. If you have any objections, you can say it now!"
The village chief had long been angry about this matter, so naturally no one objected.
"In that case, let Jiang Minxue, Mr. Jiang come up and say a few words."
Jiang Minxue was the scholar who fled, he was nearly thirty years old, and he was also from Lushui County, so he knew about the existence of Qingshan Village.
This time it was Zhang Ze, a warrior, who dared to follow him in.
"..."
Jiang Minxue is a typical scholar. His speech is a bit old-fashioned, but he has a clear understanding of his situation and speaks calmly.
After he finished speaking, the twelve children in the school performed a simple apprenticeship ceremony and served tea.
Jiang Minxue was obviously not the kind of perfunctory person. He briefly explained his rules to these children and established his authority.
Both the village chief and the adults of these children are very satisfied.
This is the way to teach.
This is how children are, sometimes the words of teachers are more effective than those of parents.
It took about an hour or two to finish all the processes.
The "opening ceremony" was over, and the children in the village finally "study". The adults could concentrate on their own affairs, and Jiang Minxue got a job.