Chapter 0070 Is there a style like the Zheng family?
This rule was not set by Feng Yong, but by everyone in the village through a tacit understanding, consciously or unconsciously. The Liao people also knew that they were outsiders and had an inferiority complex towards the Han people, so they silently guarded this rule.
There are rules, so naturally you don’t dare to break them.
A society where classes have been fixed is never a dynamic society, and a society where the upward path is blocked is a society that will run into problems sooner or later.
It is also universal to make this principle smaller and apply it to a small village. Therefore, although Feng Yong did not intend to challenge the customs, he secretly mixed some of his own private goods into it. For example, he used the excuse that there were too few people in the house and called him
The housekeeper selects one of the officials to work in the government. This kind of statement will at least give the officials a little hope: this head of the house should not be like other Han people who treat the officials as human beings. And it is uncertain.
Are you the next lucky one?
A bowl of poisonous chicken soup was brought here from later generations by Feng Yong and poured into these officials.
As Feng Yong's personal maid, Yaomei usually follows the master and is always at his service. But today the housekeeper went to the city, and as the third most important person in the house, she had to stay in the house. Look at the sun outside.
, just thinking about whether he had finished drinking the tea on the slope and whether he should send some more to the master, he did not expect that Huang Yueying had already arrived at Feng Mansion at this time.
Fortunately, she had met Huang Yueying several times. Although she didn't know her identity, she knew that she was a noble person in the city. She immediately informed her master that he was taking the people from the village uphill to open up wasteland today. Huang Yueying moved on the spot.
In his mind, he asked Yaomei to lead the way towards the hillside behind the village.
Before they even arrived, they saw a group of people working enthusiastically on the slope from a distance, and the sound of reading could be heard very clearly.
Huang Yueying was stunned, wondering who would open a school here in the countryside?
When I got closer, I realized that it was actually a group of children lined up on the slope who were reading. Standing in front of those children, walking back and forth with hands behind their backs, who wasn't Feng Yong?
Although Zhao Guang had also told her about Feng Yong teaching children in the village to read, she thought that enlightenment was not an easy task, let alone educating children in the village. She probably just taught a few in his free time.
It's just a word. I didn't expect that when I saw it today, it was beyond my expectation.
The scorching sun shone on a group of villagers' children who were in the military ranks and were reciting the enlightenment poem. Looking from a distance, there seemed to be colorful lights. Even though they were holding oil umbrellas, they felt dizzy.
A dazzling feeling.
This bastard boy, how many things are still in his stomach that haven't been shaken out?
"What article is being read over there? I've never heard of it?" Huang Yueying stopped and listened quietly for a while before she asked.
She originally meant to ask Zhao Guang, but Yaomei who was leading the way thought she was asking her, so she stopped immediately, turned around and saluted: "Madam, that is the Thousand Words compiled by the Lord for the enlightenment of the children in the village.
arts."
"Is that the Thousand-Character Essay?" Huang Yueying listened attentively for a while and praised, "It is as plain as words, easy to recite and remember, and it is really a masterpiece for enlightenment." After speaking, he looked at Yaomei again and asked, "
Do you also recognize this article?"
Yaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "Back to Madam, when my master compiled this article, I was still watching. Speaking of which, I am the first slave to learn the thousand-character essay in this village."
"You have actually learned this article?" Huang Yueying felt a little incredible, "Then you can also memorize what the children memorized above?"
Yaomei nodded, a little embarrassed: "I heard from the Lord that this thousand-character essay is just like its name. It has a thousand characters in total, and each word is different. It is divided into four sections, one talks about heaven and earth, the second talks about personnel, and the third talks about the world.
, the fourth lecture on pastoralism is exquisite. It’s just that the slave is clumsy and doesn’t learn well. After studying for a long time, he only learned half of it. For this matter, the master even scolded the slave several times, saying that the slave is not good at studying.
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Seeing that a maid in the Feng Mansion could actually say such a thing, Huang Yueying, who had always felt that she had a certain understanding of Feng Yong, now looked at the figure walking up and down the slope with no proper posture.
, suddenly felt so strange.
"I heard in the past that the maidservants in Zheng Gong's house were also elegant. I didn't expect to see such strange things in Fengzhuang today." Guan Ji, who had rarely spoken before, suddenly spoke, her eyes straight.
He looked up the slope, not knowing what he was thinking.
She had seen how Feng Yong taught those children in Fengzhuang open space several times. However, Feng Tuluo's rural education career had just started at that time. Feng Yong only taught a few words each time, and the children could only learn a few words.
Memorizing the first few sentences of the Thousand-Character Essay will naturally seem far less impressive than reciting a long article loudly in unison now.
In the past, all the maids at Zheng Xuan's house were familiar with "Mao's Poems". One maid tasted the meaning of disobedience, and Xuan Mingchang knelt down in front of the steps. One maid playfully asked him, "Why are you in the mud?" The maid responded and said, "Bo Yan, go."
To be jealous is to meet the other's anger."
The dialogues between the two maids were all from the Book of Songs, and they were so elegant. Zheng Xuan taught well, and everyone knew about it.
What Guan Ji told is such a story.
"The Book of Enlightenment is not as good as Mao's poems."
Huang Yueying did not agree with this. She turned around and glared at Zhao Guang fiercely. This was also a confused boy. He only mentioned such an important matter to her, without even telling her the outline.
Pass.
Zhao Guang was stared at inexplicably, and he was very confused - what did I do wrong?
The sun was getting bigger. Feng Yong walked back and forth on the slope a few times, and then he felt a little unbearable. He couldn't help but sigh that he had lost his true nature as a farmer. Thinking about his previous life as a child, he endured the sweltering heat and went to work with adults in the fields under the bright sun.
I had to work in the high temperature for a whole day without feeling any discomfort. But now, I have long lost the spirit of contempt for Father-in-law the Sun.
The Liao girl Amei, who was pulled out as a temporary maid, handed over a bowl of tea with a wink. Feng Yong looked at the dark-skinned girl with admiration, took the bowl and drank it in one gulp.
"Master, Yaomei and the young lady are here with someone."
Amei, a Liao girl, is seventeen years old and speaks Chinese fluently. I heard that her husband was a Han Chinese and taught her how to speak Chinese since she was a child. However, she died of illness when she was twelve years old.
My mother took her alone until she was fifteen, and passed away two years ago. Of course, the housekeeper told Feng Yong after he found out.
I have to say that having such a housekeeper really saves Feng Yong a lot of worry. As long as it is the people and things in the village, he will try his best to control them in his hands, so as not to let accidents disturb Feng Zhuang's peace.
After hearing what Amei said, Feng Yong turned around and saw Yaomei walking down the hillside with Huang Yueying. As for why Feng Yong knew it was Huang Yueying at a glance? Just look at the iceberg beauty next to the person holding the umbrella.
