After dismissing Zhu Dapeng, Chen Ronghuo stretched out his hand in front of him and said in a loud voice: "I stayed in Xiahe Village mainly because of Huang Xiaoshan.
Huang Xiaoshan is too young and cannot teach him much now.
I am a person who can't sit still, so I plan to teach people in Xiahe Village to teach people how to read and write, as well as some other knowledge.
However, my own strength is limited, so I can only teach the children in the village and the members of the hunting team first.
If other people want to learn, they can listen outside, or they can ask others for advice after class. I hope you can understand."
"Don't worry, sir, we all know it."
The villagers all expressed their understanding.
Chen Ronghuo's words were very polite. Before, they might have thought that this was a sign of Chen Ronghuo's guilty conscience.
But after what happened yesterday, everyone knows that no matter how humble Chen Ronghuo appears, he still has the power of a tiger in his body.
His performance may not have been very good yesterday, but no matter what, he can be considered to have established a foothold in Xiahe Village.
With these thoughts in mind, he waved his hand and said: "In that case, everyone who wants to go to class, please come in. Let's start the official class now."
As he finished speaking, the children in the village and a dozen people from the hunting team hurriedly walked in through the fence gate.
The children from Xiahe Village, plus the members of the hunting team, totaled forty or fifty people.
However, Chen Ronghuo's farmhouse is no smaller than a normal class, so it is more than enough to accommodate these people.
The children sat in the front and the adults sat in the back, all with expressions of attentive listening.
Even Huang Lin, who was seriously injured, and Huang Tiesheng, who was already in his seventies or eighties, were among these people.
Chen Ronghuo glanced at them and said nothing.
He pondered for a moment and then said: "Because there are some new people taking the class this time, I will briefly recap what was taught in the previous class.
As I said in the last class, I will teach you mainly three aspects of knowledge.
The first is ideological and moral character; the second is literacy; the third is what is it..."
He paused slightly and looked at some of the children who attended yesterday's class.
"math!"
Several children immediately shouted loudly.
"That's very well said." Chen Ronghuo clapped gently to show encouragement and then said, "But I also said before that morality comes first, that is, three aspects of knowledge, with ideological and moral character as the top priority.
For this reason, I will tell you two stories, one is about filial piety, and its name is..."
"Shun moved heaven!" the children replied in unison.
Chen Ronghuo smiled: "Yes, the other one is related to respecting the master?"
"Cheng Menlixue!"
All the children were quite excited.
Chen Ronghuo also had a smile on his face: "It seems that everyone studied seriously in the last class.
But there are some new students joining this class. As you know, they don’t know yet. Would any of you be willing to retell these two stories to them?"
In terms of ideological and moral character, filial piety must come first no matter what.
Besides filial piety, he ranked respecting teachers and morality second.
It's just that after finishing this arrangement, he didn't have much to say to the children in Xiahe Village. When he told the adults in the hunting team, it would seem a little deliberate.
Therefore, he retells what he said in the previous class through the mouths of these children.
In this way, the learning effect of the children can be tested, secondly, it can enhance the children's interest in learning, and thirdly, it can subtly influence the adults in the village to accept their own opinions.
It wasn't until the two children finished retelling the two stories that he continued: "The retellings just now by classmates Zhu Xiaopeng and Huang Xiaoshan were very good.
In fact, after telling these two stories, I should first teach you how to write the word 'filial piety' and the word 'respect the teacher'.
But since I haven't made a blackboard and chalk yet, I have to put the literacy thing on hold for a while.
So next, I will tell you another story, the name of the story is ‘Serving the Country with Loyalty’...”
When Chen Ronghuo tells stories, he naturally has to link them to his own interests.
He had already planned to follow the path of a noble lord, so the story of "loyalty to the country" was just right.
However, because these stories were originally stories about Earth and Star, he had to make some slight changes in the telling process.
"Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when he is hungry, and laughs and talks about drinking the blood of Huns when he is thirsty. What a great Yue Fei! He is really brave!
He is truly worthy of being a man who has the words ‘Serve the country with loyalty’ carved on his back.”
Only halfway through Chen Ronghuo's story, Zhu Dapeng suddenly slapped the stool, showing excitement.
"But Young Master, I wonder which island this Yue Fei is from?
Hulu, Xiongnu, who are they?"
Chen Ronghuo glanced at Zhu Dapeng: "Just listen to your story."
Zhu Dapeng suddenly showed a sarcastic look.
Next, this class passed with stories told by Chen Ronghuo in a fluctuating tone.
There are no entertainment programs in Xiahe Village on weekdays.
Therefore, even if the story told by Chen Ronghuo is not particularly attractive, it is still interesting to everyone.
An hour later, Chen Ronghuo said: "Okay, today's class will end here.
Village Chief Huang will stay here for a while, and the others will leave first."
Hearing what Chen Ronghuo said, everyone showed regret.
These people, especially those in the hunting team, originally thought that learning from Chen Ronghuo would be very painful.
But after the class, they were all conquered by each of Chen Ronghuo's stories.
Even Hou San, who is more scheming than others, is the same.
No matter how scheming he is, he is still just an eighteen-year-old young man from a poor ravine.
After the crowd dispersed, Chen Ronghuo said to Huang Tiesheng: "Village chief, please ask someone to help me get a rectangular wooden board as smooth as possible.
If I want to teach the villagers to write, I must have a wooden board."
"Don't worry, sir, I'll do it right away." Huang Tiesheng naturally agreed.
After Huang Tiesheng also left, Chen Ronghuo shook his head. In addition to the wooden board, he had to get another pen by himself, but with the ability of his left hand, this shouldn't be too difficult.
At the same time, Zhu Dapeng, who was leaving Chen Ronghuo, suddenly asked Hou San on the road: "Hou San, did you just see the crab in Mr. Chen's yard?"
"See?"
"Is that the one we caught?"
"probably."
Hou San's tone was also a little unsure.
"That's probably it, but how could it become like that?"
"Warlock..."
Hou San murmured to himself, with a fiery look in his eyes.