In the evening, a bonfire was lit in the ancestral hall.
All the passengers who got off the ship were resting here at the moment. The common people gathered on one side automatically, while Song Mu and other literati from Shiyang County were on the other side near the gate of the ancestral hall.
In this ancestral hall, there are still many children from the village gathered here at this moment.
They were wearing shabby clothes that only covered their buttocks and were dirty, but their smart eyes were looking at Song Mu and the others.
Although it was evening, Master Xun still asked everyone to read the article and rest until late at night.
Master Xun himself was talking to several men from the fishing village outside the ancestral hall, while also paying attention to the surrounding situation.
After learning the whole story today, Master Xun took out his pen and painted on the Tongwen stele again. With the support of Jurenwen, the stupor effect of this stele was even stronger.
However, Master Xun still did not dare to take it lightly. What the villagers said today actually showed from the side that the monster this time was very powerful and might have become a monster general.
This kind of monster is a natural disaster to ordinary people. It is also a huge threat to Song Mu and other scholars who cannot use literary power. Even Master Xun, who is in the realm of Juren, must be treated with caution at this moment.
All the scholars from Shiyang County were still taking the annual examination in Fucheng. This time, Master Xun was the one who sent back a group of young students and new talents.
Master Xun must pay attention to the dangers along the way.
Song Mu was holding a book and reading it. At this moment, he heard a child's crisp voice. He also put down the book in his hand. He raised his head and saw two five or six-year-old children looking at him. He also smiled knowingly and looked at him.
Wave at them.
Their childlike eyes reminded Song Mu of Yaya Song Mingwei at home, and his heart softened at this moment.
Song Mu took out a small package from the bag next to him, and when he opened it, there were knuckle-sized candies inside.
When the children saw the snow-white candy, their eyes widened and their mouths drooled unconsciously.
The children who grew up in Qingkushan Village rarely had such sweet things several times throughout their childhood, so at this moment, when they saw the candy in Song Mu's hand, the longing on their faces was undisguised.
Seeing Song Mu waving again, these children finally couldn't resist the temptation and stepped forward. Song Mu smiled and asked them to extend their hands.
"Are you all educated? Have you ever learned to read?"
At this time, Kong Zong, who was sitting next to him, also raised his head with interest and asked them a question.
The seven or eight-year-old child who was the leader looked a little embarrassed when he heard this. He lowered his head and said nothing. He just stared at the candy in Song Mu's hand, as if he thought he would have to take a literacy test before holding the candy.
Song Mu also looked at a few people. There was some desire on the faces of these children. He didn't know whether it was the desire for the candy in Song Mu's hand or the desire to read.
Seeing several people shaking their heads, Song Mu and Kong Zong also looked at each other and smiled. Song Mu didn't fool the others anymore and twisted a piece of malt candy to the child in front of him.
Several children came up one after another, reaching out to Song Mu one by one. Song Mu distributed the candies in their timid eyes, and then asked the oldest child.
"Is there no master in the village to teach you how to read?"
The half-grown child sniffled, carefully wrapped the candy with the corner of his clothes, and then said to Song Mu.
"Grandpa Fan is old and has stopped teaching in the past two years."
"Grandpa Fan only taught my grandfather and father."
Song Mu was stunned when he heard this, and then learned from the half-grown child that Grandpa Fan was actually the only scholar in the village.
But this scholar is now ninety years old and can no longer teach students.
Song Mu was silent when he heard this, and Kong Zong next to him shook his head with the same emotion.
"This small village is too remote. The children will probably inherit their father's business from now on. They will be either farmers, fishermen, or hunters."
The few scholars next to him also nodded one after another, and all of them felt a little regretful.
Many people also come from rural areas, but no matter how poor the village is, they will find ways to send talented children to study. However, this overly remote village already has a sense of isolation from the world. The nearest school to them is
There are dozens of miles of mountain roads.
Confucius still asked relentlessly. Except for the half-year-old child who could write his own name, the other children were illiterate.
However, the children who had eaten the candy now got along well with the scholars, and they all begged the scholars to teach them how to write their names.
Although this disturbed everyone's study and rest, it was obvious that all the young students and scholars did not care at this moment and actually started teaching one-on-one.
Even some of the boat passengers who were following him looked eager at this moment, and some came over to beg the scholars to teach them how to write their names.
But just writing the name still stumped many people at the moment.
While everyone was imitating this, Song Mu looked at the big boy nearest him and asked.
"Can you sing nursery rhymes?"
When Song Mu said this, the half-grown child was the first to respond, and then they started singing slowly without waiting for Song Mu to say anything else.
"The willows are alive, spinning tops."; "The willows are green, playing the bell."
"When the willow dies, you kick the shuttlecock."; "When the willow sprouts, you kick the shuttlecock."
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"The big star falls from the sky, emitting green light. When it touches the ground, it stirs and attracts flying dragons on the ground."
"My lord, my lord, rise up from the ground, spread the brilliance of literature, banish demons, and kill all the insects in the world."
The two nursery rhymes were not pleasant to the ears, but they were catchy. Several children started singing along at this moment, and each of them had a loud voice.
This lively scene immediately attracted Master Xun and others who were outside. Several village men came to stop it. Song Mu and others waved their hands, just asking the children to stop singing, but they still let a few children here.
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Kong Zong also noticed Song Mu's expression. He didn't know what Song Mu was thinking at the moment, so he came closer and asked.
"Brother Song, do you have any ideas?"
Song Mu turned to look at him, his eyes a little thoughtful at the moment, and then he said to Kong Zong with a smile.
"Brother Kong, how old did you start to read?"
Kong Zong thought about it: "I can't remember clearly, but it started when I was very young."
Song Mu continued to ask: "Is it easy to read in those days?"
Kong Zong smiled and shook his head: "It's very difficult. I remember learning ten words a day at that time. If I couldn't learn it, my father would slap my palm."
When he thought of this, Kong Zong's face showed a bit of emotion and nostalgia.
Song Mu also nodded immediately. Kong Zong immediately looked at Song Mu with interest and asked, "Does Brother Song have some ideas about teaching children to read?"
Song Mu nodded, looked at the children, and then spoke.
"You see, it's very difficult for them to learn to read, but when it comes to nursery rhymes, they sing them happily and know the meaning."
When Song Mu said this, there was actually some expectation on his face.
At this moment, Song Mu thought of the "Three Character Classic".
This is a three-character rhyme written by Wang Yinglin, a Jinshi of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was the chief registrar of Taichang Temple and was an official in charge of etiquette.
Needless to say, the quality of things written by such literati goes without saying.
Compared with "The Thousand-Character Classic", "The Three-Character Classic" is catchy and contains many classic stories. All in all, it is very suitable for children's enlightenment.
Song Mu only thought of this after seeing these children.
It's just that the content of the "Three Character Classic" may need to be made some changes. Even if you want to write it out later, you still need to polish it.
However, Kong Zong, who heard Song Mu speak, looked at Song Mu with great interest.
"This is a good idea. Using nursery rhymes to teach and educate through fun may really make a difference."
"If it can really be compiled for children to read and write, it will be a great achievement!
Kong Zong said this with excitement on his face.
But the two hadn't been talking for long when they suddenly heard a hurried voice coming from outside the ancestral hall.