Cui Jun did not expand the number of students just because there were so many people signing up.
The location of the school has already been chosen, and the teacher who will teach has also been found.
If we continue to expand student enrollment, there will be no room to arrange it.
On the contrary, it affects the quality of teaching.
This time is just a try.
Cui Jun also wants to know, according to what Wang Ding said, whether this kind of elementary school can teach students well.
Whether it is for him or for more than 20 masters, it is a challenge.
Cui Jun can be said to be the dean of Meng Xue.
And the teachers he invited had never taught so many students at the same time.
They used to teach students in private schools, some with only three or five children, and some with more than a dozen.
Except for the children of aristocratic families, there are too few people who can afford to go to school.
But now, their twenty-five masters have to teach a thousand students in total, and each master has to teach an average of forty students, which is far more than the number of students they taught before.
It was just an elementary school, and Wang Ding did not offer many courses like later generations.
The main purpose of Cui Jun's elementary school this time is to enable these students to read.
This is the basis, at least let them be able to read the Analects of Confucius normally.
It’s the first day of school.
Wang Ding first went to the Yamen, and then came to the school with Cui Jun.
Parents also sent their children over.
It’s very lively outside the school.
There are government officials guarding outside the school.
Parents, one by one, take their children into the school gate.
Twenty-five masters, standing in a row.
Wang Ding and Cui Jun also stood with this group of masters.
"How energetic, these children are the future of the Han Dynasty." Wang Ding looked at the influx of children and said with a smile.
After the children came in, some were excited and some were embarrassed.
Some also looked at Wang Ding and the others curiously.
Lively walking around, looking for friends.
Introverts stand still.
"Dean Cui, divide them into classes." Wang Ding said.
The vast majority of children are six or seven years old. Among a thousand students, only a few dozen are ten years old.
Even though Cui Jun posted a new notice at Jia Xu's prompting, most of the people were still unwilling to let ten-year-old children come to study.
Even if they have to pay a fee next time, their child will be eleven years old next time, let alone study.
They also have their own cunning.
Wang Ding did not lecture these children. He came to attend the opening ceremony of the elementary school today. He just wanted to tell everyone in Chang'an City that this elementary school was what he wanted to run, so that they could understand how much he valued the elementary school.
For those who have opinions about Mengxue, it is best to keep it to yourself and not come out to cause trouble or obstruct the school.
Twenty-five masters were also very excited when they saw Wang Ding.
They were found by Cui Jun, but when Cui Jun found them, he also told them Wang Ding's philosophy.
The twenty-five masters also want to dedicate their hearts and minds to the educational cause of Dahan and contribute to the educational cause of Dahan.
Cui Jun assigned a thousand students to classes according to their age.
A class of the same age, each class has forty people.
Therefore, if there are several classes, a few more people, or a few fewer people, the impact will not be big.
Then each master is responsible for a class.
After the classes were divided into equal parts, it was already noon.
The aroma of rice is already coming to the college cafeteria.
Each master takes his or her students to the cafeteria to eat.
Wang Ding also stayed and had the first meal of Meng Xue together.
Fragrant rice, paired with a pile of sauerkraut, and a bowl of egg soup.
The food is not good, but it is enough.
With limited conditions, Wang Ding could not ask Cui Jun to give the children good food.
There is no way to provide even one egg per person.
In this season, both fresh vegetables and meat are in short supply, so the family can eat as much as they like.
If ordinary people can have enough to eat, they are living a good life.
The children were grinning as they ate the white rice. Many of them finished one bowl and then filled another bowl after learning that they could eat whatever they wanted.
Although the food in the cafeteria is simple, it is better than what they eat at home.
Many children have dirty faces, but their eyes are bright.
They are not yet proficient in using chopsticks. When they pull the white rice from the bowl, they always pull it to the table. Then they use their little hands to grab the fallen rice on the table and bring it to their mouths.
After everyone finished eating, every bowl seemed to have been washed, very clean, and not a grain of food was wasted.
On the first day, all the children fell in love with it.
Not because they can read and write here, but because they can let their stomachs open and eat to their heart's content.
The fragrant rice is still delicious even if there are no vegetables.
At home, not to mention eating meat, even pickles are not available every time, and rice is not enough to satisfy every meal.
They can only eat as much as their mother serves them.
At home, my father eats the most because he has to work in the fields and have enough to eat.
After the father is full, if there is any extra, the mother will give them more.
These first batch of children entering school are all very thin.
After the children had eaten, they were taken to their classes by their respective teachers.
"This road is long and arduous. I hope you and I can persevere all the way." Wang Ding said.
In the cafeteria, all the children have left, and there are only a few women clearing away the dishes.
Cui Jun let out a long sigh. He has traveled to many places in the past few years and has seen many refugees. He knows the suffering of the people. But in the past, he could only see the suffering refugees and then give his money to them.
them.
But by doing this, he could at most ensure that they would not starve to death in these two days.
When the little money he had ran out, the refugees were still in danger.
In the past, Cui Jun didn't know how to change.
But now, he understands.
He remembered what Wang Ding said, knowledge changes destiny.
During this time, in order to recruit students, he had more contact with these people.
He also became more and more aware of the difference between him and these lower-class people.
It’s not just about family background, it’s about money, and power.
What's more important is knowledge.
Without knowledge, after the death of his father Cui Lie and the death of his brother, could he still have the life he has today?
If he didn't have any knowledge, Yuan Shao wouldn't look down on him, and when he fled to Jingzhou, he would just be like those refugees.
"Don't worry, my lord, I will do a good job as the dean." Cui Jun looked determined.
He is willing to help these children and give them a chance to change their destiny.
Wang Dingdao: "Please post these two words on both sides of the college gate."
Cui Jun opened it curiously and couldn't help but read: "There is a road in the book and diligence is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of learning and hard work is the boat."
Cui Jun stood in awe.
His hands holding the calligraphy became cautious, fearing that he would accidentally damage the two words.