He followed Liu Bei to Shu and became a county magistrate. Later, he offended Liu Bei and was almost executed. Because of Zhuge Liang's plea, he escaped death, but he was dismissed from his official position.
Later, when Liu Bei ascended the throne as King of Hanzhong, he suddenly remembered him and made him minister.
Last year, when Zhuge Liang opened the government, he was transferred to the Prime Minister's Office as Dongcao. This year, he was transferred to join the army.
Has he not seen any of the little tricks of the officials down there?
How could he be confused by Feng Yong's cover-up words?
It’s already the hottest time, Mai hasn’t haired yet?
It’s true that you don’t have to send it at all, right?
However, it doesn't matter if it's hot and you don't have clothes to wear. For a little kid like this, no matter how hot it is in the summer, the worst thing you can do is just not wear anything. It won't be too hot to kill you anyway.
There are homeless people everywhere with no clothes on, let alone barbarian slaves?
What matters is winter, which can freeze people to death.
However, looking at the baby in front of him, he actually had woolen clothes, which was beyond Jiang Wan's expectation.
Feng Mingwen was so cruel to the Hu people, but he didn't expect that he was so kind to his Hu people. He even gave them hair cloths in winter?
Looking at the timid face of the girl in front of her, her whole body trembling slightly, and her eyes constantly glancing at Feng Yong, it seemed that Feng Mingwen had gained a lot of authority among the barbarian slaves.
"May I have your name?"
Jiang Wan asked warmly, and then thought that this was a Hu child, how could he understand Chinese?
She smiled to herself and shook her head. Just when she was about to let her go, the girl looked at Feng Yong again, and then whispered back: "My lord, my name is
Goat eggs."
Jiang Wan was startled!
He looked down again in disbelief and said in a voiceless voice, "What did you say your name was just now?"
Yangdan'er was so frightened that he took two steps back and glanced at Feng Yong again.
Feng Yong had no choice but to comfort him, "It's okay. You can answer whatever this noble man asks. If you answer well, I will reward you with a meat pie later."
Meat cakes and meat buns are also called meat cakes.
There is mutton inside, which is the most precious food in the eyes of the Hu people.
In the end, Feng Tubao couldn't resist the will of the people, and the name of Roujiamo was not retained, and Roujiamo became the habitual name.
Yang Dan'er's eyes lit up, he swallowed a sip of saliva, and immediately said crisply: "My lord, my name is Yang Dan'er."
Jiang Wan heard clearly this time. Not only could this girl understand Chinese, she could even speak Chinese.
Although the words are a bit stiff and seem a bit nondescript, you can still understand them after all.
"Can you speak Chinese? How can you speak Chinese?"
Jiang Wan was extremely surprised and turned to look at Feng Yong.
How the hell do I know?
Feng Tubiao coughed twice and asked Xiang Yangdaner, "Who taught you to speak Chinese?"
"Sir, I often play with my brother Han on weekdays. My mother often takes me to his home to learn weaving. My brother Han taught me."
Yang Dan'er seemed to be afraid of losing the meat pie promised by Feng Yong, and quickly explained with gestures, "The name Yang Dan'er was also given by my brother from the Han family. He said that my father often lived with cattle and sheep.
At the same time, so I am Yang Dan'er..."
You, the Han brother...haha!
If you don’t tell me the rest, I can give you two meatloaf!
Feng Yong looked at Jiang Wan with a polite yet embarrassed smile, "Jiang Angel, where I live, Han people, Hu people, and Liao people live together, and there aren't that many rules, so this kid often plays together and learned a few words of Chinese.
That’s normal too.”
Anyway, they all worked for Feng Tubao. Not only did they work together every day, but they even ate together every day. Even if there was a gap at the beginning between the Han people and the Hu people, they gradually became blurred in the end.
Instead, there is a difference between those who have household registration and those who do not.
One of the concepts that Feng Tubou often inculcated in his subordinates was that once they registered their household registration, they were all Han Chinese.
Therefore, those Hu people and Liao people who have registered household registration often talk about us Han people in front of their fellow villagers. Not only do the fellow villagers envy them, they even think of ways to build relationships.
Jiang Wan did not understand these things, but he knew that letting the barbarians speak Chinese and adopt Chinese customs was education and should be encouraged.
So he took a deep look at Feng Yong and said nothing.
"Where is this place?"
Jiang Wan pointed to the door in front of him and asked.
The place where the children were surrounded just now turned out to be a gate, closed tightly so that no one could see what was inside.
It seemed that those kids were peeping at what was inside the gate. In order to see the inside of the yard, this Yangdaner actually climbed up a tree, which made Jiang Wan a little curious.
On both sides of the gate, there are four large characters engraved on each side, as red as blood: A century-old plan, education is the foundation.
"School."
Feng Yong replied.
"School?"
Jiang Wan asked in confusion, "What school?"
"The registered servants in the workshops and ranches have many children, so I built such a school."
"What did you learn?"
"That is, learning some Chinese characters will enable them to understand the characters when they grow up, but nothing else."
Feng Yong was not afraid. He stepped forward, patted the door and shouted, "Open the door."
The door soon revealed a crack, and a head poked out. When he saw the people outside, his expression changed immediately, and the door suddenly opened wide.
"How did the master get here?"
The guard at the door was an old pawn who had retired from the battlefield. When he saw Feng Yong coming with the most important figures in Nanxiang County, he thought something big had happened, and his hands were already on the handle of the knife at his waist.
, good vigilance.
"It's okay, don't be nervous."
Feng Yong comforted him, "I'm just bringing someone here to take a look. You can do your job. By the way, take this girl to the cafeteria and give her a meat pie, and it will be on my head."
Meat cakes are a precious thing among the servants, and they can only be eaten once every few days among the old soldiers. Therefore, without Feng Yong's first name, the old soldiers can't get it.
"Yes, I understand."
The old soldier didn't ask any more questions and stepped aside to let Feng Yong and others enter the school.
The school is noisy and quiet at the same time.
What is noisy is the endless sound of reading, but what is quiet is that apart from the sound of reading, there is no other sound.
It immediately makes people feel awe-inspiring.
"Just wait outside."
Jiang Wan said to his entourage that he did not want anyone to lead him right now and hurried towards the sound of reading.
The classrooms in the school were arranged by Feng Yong according to later generations.
Anyway, there is a lot of wood these days, and there are trees all over the mountains and fields, which can be cut down at will. In addition, Feng Yong has many people, so the tables and chairs are quite complete.
Since I had gypsum ore and lime ore on hand, I also used chalk freely.
Pens and paper are too precious, so each student has either a wooden board or a slate in front of them, and they have to bring their own.
There are a few lines written on the blackboard, which are exactly a few sentences from Fengzhuang's specialty Mongolian book "The Thousand-Character Classic".
The gentleman on the podium was shaking his head and reciting a sentence, and the students below were reading it in unison.
What made Jiang Wan feel strange was that there were some weird characters written on top of those words, and he didn't know what they were.
What surprised him even more was that the students sitting inside were both male and female, both Hu and Han.
But all of them were sitting upright, with their hands folded on the table and their eyes fixed on it. The child sitting closest to the window did not turn around even if he felt someone standing outside the window.
One glance.
Jiang Wan listened to the childish sound of reading, his eyes were in a daze, and he didn't know how long it took before he turned around, gently waved his hand to the people behind him, and then left lightly, as if his footsteps were getting heavier.
It seems like the points will affect the children inside.
After walking far, I was about to speak, but I heard a sound coming from a room next to me. I was curious and looked carefully. I could see through the window that there were children sitting inside, but there was no sound of reading.
So I walked over again.
This classroom is teaching mathematics at this time, and the teacher is Amei.
Since Amei no longer has to follow Feng Yong to serve him at all times, she has more time for herself.
So Feng Yong asked her to come to the school to teach two mathematics classes every day.
The literate gentleman Feng Yongque had done business with the He family, and the He family sent him some unscrupulous literati.
The so-called unscrupulous literati means that as long as you give them money and food, they will teach you whatever you want them to do - you can even ask them to brainwash students and say that Feng Tibi is a god who comes to earth.
When Liu Bei entered Shu, not everyone supported it, there were always some who opposed it.
Later history proved that Liu Bei was the winner. If those opponents were famous and talented, it would be easier to talk about them, and they would be appeased if they spoke less.
Even people from aristocratic families have nothing to do. The most they can do is close the door and enjoy themselves.
The worst thing was the small landowners or the "unappreciated" literati who followed behind and cheered. They wanted to get some soup to drink, but they didn't expect that the owner of the pot had changed, so in the end they had to find a place to hide.
As long as the big man is still here, it is impossible for these people to get ahead.
The He family was a wealthy family after all, so for the sake of fame, they took in some of them.
Later, He Wang made a py transaction with a certain country turtle. After knowing the needs of the country turtle, he packaged these people and sent them over.
There is no way to the sky and no way to the earth. If anyone still wants to be moral, Feng Tubiao dares to let him pick up soap. Of course, there is no soap at this time, but there are many things that can be picked up, right?
So for the current number of students, there are enough teachers to teach literacy, but there is a shortage of people to teach mathematics.
In addition to Amei, Feng Yong himself often comes to teach mathematics himself. In fact, he is also the principal of this school.
"What is that female gentleman teaching?"
Unable to understand the characters on the blackboard, Jiang Wan asked shamelessly and kept his voice as low as possible.
"Arithmetic."
Feng Yong replied.
In Feng Tubian's view, it is not enough to be literate. You must at least learn basic mathematics to be a qualified labor force.
Otherwise, just look at the looms in textile workshops today and you will know that each one looks similar, but in fact each one has different dimensions.
As long as one part inside is broken, the loom must be completely dismantled, the dimensions of the parts inside must be re-measured, and then a new part must be polished and installed.
Without unified standards for numbers and units, how can a parts standardization system be established?
Although ancient Chinese civilization was very advanced, others also had their strengths.
For example, the Arabic numerals produced by body poisoning, how can such a good thing be abandoned? Give it to me and let the unfilial descendants in the future have another achievement that they can be proud of.
Therefore, Arabic numerals became Feng Tubao's invention, or something from his school.
Because this kind of number is currently only circulated in textile workshops, it is normal that Jiang Wan cannot understand the numbers on the blackboard.
At this moment, the school bell rang "dang dang dang" several times, and Amei said something in the classroom. Then the students stood upright one after another, bowed and bent down, and shouted together, "Thank you, Mr.
."
After getting Amei's permission, the students poured out from the front and back doors with a roar.
When they saw the mountain chief standing outside, they all consciously bowed their heads and saluted before running away.
The look in Jiang Wan's eyes became more solemn. He grabbed a child and asked, "A rope is folded three times and is two feet long. How long is this rope?"
The student was a little panicked and just stared at the old man, speechless.
"Don't be afraid, think carefully and you will be able to answer."
When Amei went out and saw her student's frightened face, she softly comforted him.
So the student started to count with his fingers, and after calculating for a while, he stammered, "Eight...ah, no, it's six feet."
Jiang Wan nodded and let go of his hand.
The student glanced at Feng Yong, who nodded and indicated that he could leave, and then he ran away quickly.
"I have met my lord."
Amei bowed to Feng Yong.
"No need to be polite, this is Angel Jiang from Jincheng."
"My maid has seen an angel."
Amei quickly curtsied and saluted.
"Servant?"
Jiang Wan's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Yong in horror, "Is she a maid?"
"Oh, she is my maid. I also teach her some things on weekdays. She is quite talented, so I asked her to teach arithmetic as well."
Seeing Feng Tubiao's nonchalant expression, Jiang Wan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Although he was very well-educated, he almost couldn't help but curse.
A servant girl can learn arithmetic and not just talk, but she can also be an arithmetic teacher. Why don't you take it seriously?
What to pretend?
"Today, there are people buying things together. Each person contributes eight yuan, and there is a surplus of three yuan. Each person contributes seven yuan, and there is less than four yuan. If we ask the number of people, what is the price of the goods? Do you know how to explain it?"
Jiang Wan looked at Amei and suddenly asked.
This is a very simple linear equation problem in two variables, which can be regarded as the top mathematics problem in the world today.
It's a pity that he met Amei, a rare genius.
Amelia thought for a moment and then replied, "Seven people, fifty-three dollars."
At this time, Feng Tubiao was still calculating silently in his mind, but without warning, Jiang Wan suddenly turned around, held his hand tightly, and stared at him, "Is she really your maid?"