Bai Shanbao said: "Then you have to be as good as Confucius. Zigong said that Confucius' teacher was gentle, kind, respectful, thrifty and generous, so everyone was willing to share stories with him."
Man Bao was full of confidence, "I can definitely do it. By the way, what is gentleness, courtesy and frugality? Let me know, it means being humble, right?"
Bai Shanbao despised her, "You don't even know what it is, so you just say you can do it. Children who talk big words are not good children."
"What do you know? Keke said that you should set a goal before doing anything so that you can make plans. Of course, the bigger the goal, the better."
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Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes, doubting, "Really?"
Man Bao nodded fiercely, "Of course it's true."
"Well, then I will be a high official in the future, an official bigger than my father. I don't want to be an official like my father."
Man Bao groaned and asked enthusiastically, "What kind of official is your father?"
Bai Shanbao was a little proud, but he said with some reserve: "My father is the county magistrate."
Man Bao had a bad feeling about the county magistrate. She said: "The county magistrates are not good people. They always take our money."
Bai Shanbao was unhappy, "My father is a good official, and he even won awards from the court."
As soon as Mr. Zhuang entered the classroom, he heard what the two children said. He frowned. How could he talk about government affairs at such a young age?
Do these two little kids know what the county magistrate does?
Mr. Zhuang took the two children into the yard to talk.
Bai Shanbao was a little nervous at first, because judging from his experience, nothing good would happen if his husband called him out alone.
But Manbao is different. Instead of sitting in the classroom and listening to lectures, she is more accustomed to sitting in the yard with Mr. Zhuang, reading and talking.
So she followed happily.
Seeing Man Bao's happy face, Bai Shanbao felt that it was not a bad thing, so he relaxed and passed by.
Mr. Zhuang sat down on the stone bench, called the two children over and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"
Shanbao lowered his head. In his opinion, the teacher's question was an accusation and he was scolding them for talking in class.
But Man Bao didn't feel that way. When her husband asked, she happily told him exactly what they said, and asked, "Sir, is there a good county magistrate?"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but ask her, "Why do you think the county magistrate is bad?"
Manbao told her about the day before yesterday when she went to the county town and had to pay an extra penny to enter the city. She also told the news that her fifth brother got back from the county town. After a while, even pedestrians entering the city will have to pay the city fee.
So she felt that county magistrates were all bad and only took money from their people.
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while and asked, "Do you know what the county magistrate does?"
Shanbao looked at Manbao and then at Mr. Zhuang. He felt that Mr. Zhuang was different from the previous Mr. Zhuang, so he gave up and answered quickly: "The county magistrate is a county magistrate who is in charge of the people."
Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "What else?"
Bai Shanbao was not an honest child to begin with. If he had been honest, he would not have been called out by his husband so often in family studies before, and he would not have been able to make faces at Man Bao in front of his parents yesterday.
Therefore, with Mr. Zhuang's encouragement and the fact that Man Bao was giving an example, he rushed to answer the question together with her.
Man Bao said: "Income from city fees!"
Shanbao said: "The one who decides the case."
Man Bao said: "The person who collects the grain tax, my family just paid the grain tax not long ago."
It was also that time when Zhou Lang accompanied the people in the village to escort grain to the county town, and he got involved in gambling.
Shanbao said: "There are also those who catch thieves and let the people make decisions."
Shanbao tilted his head and thought for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "I also want to persuade the people to sow food, grow mulberry and raise silkworms."
Man Bao said to him, "How stupid. Our family is farming. When the time comes, we will start farming ourselves. Do we need the county magistrate to persuade us?"
"Yes, if you don't believe me, ask your husband. My grandmother said that when you are a county magistrate, you have to persuade Nong Sang. My father died when he encountered gangsters when he went to persuade Nong Sang."
Mr. Zhuang did not expect that after Shanbao became a martyr, his expression became gentler. He reached out and touched his head and said: "What you believe is just the appearance you see. This is wrong."
The two children were confused.
Seeing the confused eyes of the two children, Mr. Zhuang's words were blocked. The two children were still young, and they might not be able to understand what he said.
Mr. Zhuang was deep in thought, lowering his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.
The two children waited quietly. After not seeing him speak for a long time, Manbao scratched his head, shook his body from side to side, and accidentally touched Shanbao.
Shanbao glanced at the gentleman and bumped him back with his small body.
Man Bao almost fell down, blinked, and bumped back.
The two children seemed to be interested in competing. When Mr. Zhuang was not paying attention, the two little bodies were close to each other. You pushed me hard, and I pushed you hard.
Mr. Zhuang was still deep in thought when he saw an ant nest not far away and instantly got an idea. When he looked up and saw two children pushing each other, he coughed slightly with a headache.
Man Bao and Shan Bao stood up instantly, but because Shan Bao retracted his strength faster, Man Bao was a little slower and bumped directly into Shan Bao, knocking Shan Bao to the ground.
The two children rolled into a ball. Mr. Zhuang was afraid that they would cry, but they got up from the ground and stood up.
Mr. Zhuang was funny and angry, so he waved to the two of them: "Come here."
When the two came forward, Mr. Zhuang pointed to the ants on the ground and asked them, "What is this?"
Two children rushed to answer, "Ant!"
"Yes, this is an ant, do you think it is good or bad?"
The two children were stunned, "There are good and bad ants."
"You have already classified the county magistrate as good or bad, why can't the ants distinguish good from bad?"
Man Bao said: "Then it is bad, because it is stealing food from us. Look, they are transporting rice. It must be stolen."
Shanbao nodded.
Mr. Zhuang burst out laughing and asked, "Now I won't ask you whether ants are good or bad. I'll ask you what you saw."
Shanbao said: "They are queuing up to move things."
Man Bao played with ants a lot, so he knew a little more than him and said: "It will rain when the ants move."
Mr. Zhuang asked her, "How do you know it will rain when the ants move? Did you see the rain coming?"
The two children looked up at the big sun in the sky and shook their heads at the same time, but Manbao insisted, "My mother said it will rain when the ants move."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "Then let's see if it rains today."
Shanbao whispered to her, "The sun is so bright, how can it rain?"
Manbao also hesitated, because this was something her mother and the others often talked about, so she remembered it, but she had never paid close attention to whether it would rain when the ants moved.