This matter can only be put on hold for the time being.
When Datong taught the students in the afternoon, he took out paper and scissors. His various innovations made the students full of curiosity. None of the previous private school teachers were like this.
The students' attention was also attracted, and even the students who didn't like studying were looking intently at what the teacher was going to do.
I saw Datong folding the paper in half, then folding it in half again, and then using scissors to cut it a few times. There was no visible pattern.
"If any student can guess what I cut out, he doesn't have to write today and just listens. Except for Eucommia ulmoides and Li Xiaoli." Datong held up the paper-cuts but had not yet opened them.
"Is it the word "happy"?" The students became more energetic.
"It's a peony."
"It's a cowherd boy."
"temple."
"Big girl."
…
The students guessed everything, and Datong shook his head. No matter how the students guessed, it was wrong. Some students even doubted whether they had guessed correctly. The teacher was deliberately making things difficult.
"Now, sir, it's time to open it. Those of you who didn't guess correctly must be willing to admit defeat and write well." After Datong finished speaking, he opened it slowly. The students looked at it in surprise. It turned out to be a hexagonal snowflake.
A beautiful snowflake, ah, why didn’t I think of that!
"Sir, when will you guess next time?" A student stood up and asked.
"Tomorrow, we will continue tomorrow, but do you know what you are going to do today?" Datong asked.
"Read and write!" The students shouted in unison. At this moment, they were all in high spirits. They were reading loudly and writing vigorously.
The person in charge of private school control in the Zhang family happened to pass by this private school and wanted to secretly observe what kind of scriptures the new gentleman was reciting and whether he was suitable for teaching students, so he just ignored it.
But I didn't expect to see such a scene. I haven't heard the sound of reading in a long time. I secretly praised him in my heart. He is a responsible gentleman. Not bad. I didn't bother him and went to another private school.
After school, Tian Datong took a couple of silver coins, plus a few copper coins that his wife had secretly put away, which he had never been willing to use. He did not go home this time, but went directly to the Zhang Mansion and found the person in charge of the private school control.
I hope to pay this month’s silver in advance.
Seeing Datong's sincere words and his ability to educate students, the person in charge did a favor and paid him five coins in advance.
With the money in his pocket, before the sky darkened, Datong did not rush back to Qiaotou Village, but strolled around the nearby streets...
Boss Du returned to the dyeing workshop and looked worried at the dozens of pieces of dyed cloth. He had no choice but to throw out all the dye, and it would take a lot of time to redeploy it.
"Boss, what do you think we should do with this cloth? I'm afraid I won't buy it in the cloth shop." The clerk was also worried. The boss lost business or the business was not good, and the life of his subordinates was not easy.
"You dare to open the cloth shop? Zhengyang's reputation will be ruined! What else can be done? The cloth is sold or given away, and no one wants it!" The boss became angry when he saw the cloth.
The man was silent.
Throwing them all away, the loss is not small, how can I not feel distressed.
"Put it out and find a suitable place to dispose of it at a low price. Each copper plate you sell is a copper plate." The boss waved his hand. What he wanted now was to reduce losses as much as possible, because the cloth cannot be dyed back.
"Oh, I'll go right away." The clerk packed a dozen pieces of cloth and pushed them onto the cart.