There is an open space in Fengzhuang, which is specially used for drying wheat during the harvest season. Now that it is hot summer, the wheat has long been stored in the warehouse, and the millet is immature. This place has become a place for children to play on weekdays.
Especially at dusk, when all the farm work is done and it’s not dinner time, the children on the farm will come here to play together.
"Gouzi, can I trade this bird for the twist on your hand?" One of the boys, who looked about ten years old, held a bird in his hand and said to a kid who looked like seven or eight years old.
The little boy looked at the bird with bright feathers, a look of longing in his eyes, but he squeezed the twist in his hand tightly and shook his head firmly: "No. The master said that only those who can read the fastest
Only people can eat this twist. Brother A Niu, you can't compare to me, so I can't give it to you."
The older child wiped the saliva from his mouth and said angrily: "For some reason, I learn the fastest when I work with Yaomei on weekdays, but when it comes to literacy, I can't always remember it."
There are other children laughing next to you: "Niu baby, you are too slow to read. You can't even compare with us, let alone with Gouzi. I can't even eat mahua, and you don't have to think about it."
"Go, go!" A Niu wasn't annoyed at all. He just waved to others angrily, put the bird in his hand directly into Gouzi's arms, and said, "Then I'll give this bird to you, just spare me."
How good is it? It smells so good!"
Gouzi looked at the bird in his arms reluctantly, as if he had made a big decision, and then he stretched out his hand holding the twist and said hesitantly: "Then you take one bite, just one bite, not too much.
"
Niu Wa nodded immediately: "I know, I know, I'll take a bite."
After taking a bite, it was fragrant, crispy, salty, and full of oily taste. Niu Wa narrowed her eyes happily.
The other kids next to me were so greedy that they swallowed their saliva and shouted: "Gorgeous dog, I will catch a sparrow for you tomorrow. Can you give me a bite of it too?"
At this moment, two buffaloes came over from a distance, one behind the other. The pace was slow and not hasty. There was a man sitting on the side of the buffalo in front, playing the willow flute leisurely. The one following behind was being beaten by the old housekeeper.
Hold it in hand.
"There really is a sense of seclusion!"
In a dark place under a tree that no one noticed in the distance, a man and a woman were looking over, and it was the man who spoke.
However, I saw that the person sitting on the back of the buffalo was sitting without a seated figure, and his body moved up and down with the cow's back. He did not have the grace of the children of the aristocratic family who could keep their bodies upright even when sitting on a bumpy car, but the wind blowing
Liu Di's breath was not chaotic at all. Although he didn't have any formal appearance, he had a carefree look.
The woman next to the man said nothing and was particularly cold.
The man seemed to have expected this situation, or maybe he was used to it, so he was not angry. He just listened to the sound of the willow flute for a while, and smiled softly: "This music is quite new, I have never heard it before.
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"The master is here!" Some of the children who were playing finally noticed the sound of the flute and shouted. Then the scene became chaotic. Everyone put away everything in their hands, and those who couldn't put it away stayed away.
Set aside.
The little dog's face turned red and his voice was shrill: "Hurry up and line up! Hurry up and line up!"
After all the children put things away in a hurry, they hurriedly lined up in two lines from high to low.
Seeing this, the man's face finally became serious, his expression was a little shocked, and he lost his voice: "How can an ignorant boy from the countryside compare with the soldiers in the army?"
Able to understand orders and form corresponding formations, a preliminary formation has already been formed.
The indifferent woman's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation, and she spoke softly: "The country boy is right, but ignorance is not necessarily the case."
"Oh? So what do you say?"
"Li Langjun, please read on for now. You will know later."
"I heard you guys shouting about eating mahua from a distance. What's going on? You all think you're learning faster than a dog?" Feng Yong asked with a smile as he got off the cow.
All the children were silent. Only Niuwa, who had just taken a bite of Mahua, grinned and said, "When I go back to my master's house, they are all envious of me for eating Mahua, and want to trade birds and dogs for it."
Cowboy is about to be beaten again!
All the children shrank their necks and looked at Niuwa with gloating.
"Master, I was wrong." After Niu Wa finished speaking, he felt something was wrong and lowered his head to admit his mistake.
"How many times have I told you that when speaking in the queue, you have to raise your hands and extend your left hand!" Feng Yong lowered his face, and slapped Niu Wa's palm three times with the branch in his hand, and then he let go
He took it back, feeling relieved for a while. Being a teacher is good. If you beat other people's children openly, their parents will be grateful to you. Some parents even think that the teacher's punishment is not harsh enough, and they will make up for it again when they go home.
The more thirsty parents are for knowledge, the more so. Of course, in the years before Feng Yong traveled through time, such good parents were almost extinct - it doesn't matter whether the children learn well or not, but you can't let my children be wronged
Yes. If you dare to make my children suffer, I will destroy your family’s job!
"The dog studies well because he is smart. You are not as smart as others, so work hard. As long as you are willing to study hard, there will always be twists and turns. Let's have a small test in three days. As long as you can write a thousand words
When Wen Mo comes to 'Yuchu Kungang', he will be rewarded with twists. If anyone can't even do this, then in the next ten days, he will not only learn to raise chickens from Yaomei, but also learn to read from Gouzi. No more in the evening
When you are playing, you have to let me herd the cows, and you have to cut grass for the cows at night."
As a part-time teacher, Feng Yong understood the true meaning of being a rural teacher in the last century. In those simple days, during the busy farming season, the school teachers directly took the students in the class to do farm work for their own families. Who dared to make irresponsible remarks?
Just like now, the villagers who have nothing to do waiting for dinner are watching from a distance. No matter whether Feng Yong is beating or scolding, he will not show any expression of feeling sorry for his children.
Trying to keep up the good work, I secretly thought about waiting for the little brat to come home in the evening and then treat him to a meal of fried meat on a bamboo board.
When I first heard that the master wanted to select a few children for Yaomei, the villagers had a nonchalant attitude. How much work can a half-year-old child do in the house? At most, they can only have enough to eat. The father at home is working hard.
With just a little, the children can still be fed, and more importantly, parents can teach their children farming skills at home. What can be learned in the house? Can you serve others?
However, when they learned that the children entering the government could learn to read, the farmers immediately went crazy and carried the children directly to the government. If they refused to accept the children, they knelt on the ground and kowtow pitifully.
Some even carried all the wheat left over from home after paying the rent, saying it was for their children, without considering whether their family could live on the northwest wind in the future. The most outrageous thing was that some people asked for it on the spot.
He sold his body and entered the government, saying that all he wanted was to leave his children free.
So in the end, all the children under the age of twelve and over five in the village became servants in Feng's house, and no one was left behind. If it weren't for the fact that the children under five were too young, there would probably be a few more children. As for the twelve-year-old
The above are already considered a Dingkou in this era, so naturally they cannot be admitted casually.