Chapter 895 The first lesson of the school (three in one)
"Bang bang bang..."
In the early morning, there was a burst of noise in the bamboo pole forest not too far away from the main Qingque tribe.
This is where some people from the tribe cut bamboo.
Bamboo grows very quickly once its roots are entwined in one place.
Many bamboos can grow out of a bamboo whip.
After nearly ten years of growth, the bamboo pole forest here in the Qingque Tribe has long since fully multiplied.
Not only did it cover the previous earth mountain, but it also extended a lot to the surrounding area.
If Han Cheng hadn't had someone dig deeper at the edge and build a simple stone wall with white ash mixed with stones, these guys would have spread all the cultivated land on the edge.
Originally lying lazily in the bamboo forest, Han Cheng was playing with the panda Tuantuan, his mother, and two other naughty children on the wooden frame specially built by someone. When they heard the sound, they saw Han Cheng again.
Immediately after the personal action, the spirit came up.
Looking clumsy, he came down from the top and rolled all the way with his short legs. Then he hugged a few chopped bamboos by Han Cheng and refused to let go. He acted cute and coquettishly and even put his head on people's legs.
Arching and arching.
If you can act coquettishly and cutely, you can do whatever you want?!
Facts have proved that those who can act coquettishly and cutely can do whatever they want. After a while, a few chubby guys begged bamboo from Han Cheng and others, then sat there and gnawed away.
Bamboo is so hard that humans need to use knives and axes to cut it. Under their sharp teeth, they are almost made of tofu and can be bitten open easily, just like chewing sugar cane.
Looking at it, Han Chengdu wanted to drive them and let them chew down the bamboos one by one.
Of course, this is impossible. If these guys could be so obedient, they would not come to rob the bamboo that they and others had chopped down, knowing that they could easily knock down a bamboo.
After scorning the few bears who were too greedy to work, Han Cheng, Shitou and others continued to cut down the bamboo.
From working in the morning to having breakfast, I cut down six bundles before it was over.
After all their busy work, nearly two hundred bamboo trees were brutally cut down, tied into bundles, and carried far away.
This move made these guys wearing sunglasses feel bad.
As soon as I saw that the large bundles of delicious food were about to be carried away, I immediately stopped working. I hugged the stone and other people's legs with my front paws, then sat down on the ground, and started the cheating mode.
If Xiao Wandou hadn't heard his father's call and trotted over to kill him, it would have taken Han Cheng and the others some more time to get rid of these gangsters wearing sunglasses.
Downstream of the Qingque Tribe's creek, not too far from the Retting Pond, a pond was dug out again.
It's not nearly as big as the retting pond, but it's not too small either.
It's not yet time for the hemp in the tribe to mature, so this newly dug pond is certainly not used for retting hemp.
Under the command of Han Cheng, the bundles of bamboos that had just been cut down were put into the pond one by one.
And just like retting hemp, it is weighed down with big stones to prevent it from floating.
However, unlike when retting, the pool used for soaking bamboo is not connected into one. It is divided into several smaller pools, and the water between them is not connected.
And there is also a bundle of bamboo soaked in each small pool.
"Get three more limes."
After seeing everyone get it done, Han Chenggong gave the order again.
That's right, what Han Cheng is leading people to do now is making paper.
The art of papermaking had been discovered a few years ago, and the tribe could already make paper.
However, the material used is made of thin fibers from the inner part of the bark, and the color is a bit yellow.
This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that it is too soft. You can write on it, but after all, it is not as easy to use as the paper specially used for writing in later generations.
Also, if the ink is too thick and the handwriting is too obvious, you cannot write on both sides.
In this regard, Han Cheng had long wanted to make changes, but he didn't know much about papermaking. He had previously guided Shitou to make such paper, and he had almost exhausted all his knowledge about paper.
knowledge.
But this period of writing and copying textbooks once again gave him the idea of improving paper.
While he was thinking hard, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration that really made him think of some new things about papermaking.
This seems to be something he saw in an online novel before he traveled through time.
When he saw it at that time, he didn't pay too much attention to it. He just took a quick look and passed by, leaving no deep impression.
If it weren't for the fact that I have been thinking about improving papermaking technology for a period of time, I may not be able to remember this period.
Moreover, even if I think about it in retrospect, it's still very vague.
Using bamboo as a raw material for papermaking and soaking it are what I got from the vague memory.
As for why lime was added to it, Han Chengcheng didn't know very well, and he didn't know whether it was to speed up the decay of bamboo or to bleach it.
Not only can I not remember the function clearly, but also whether the lime was added when the bamboo was first soaked, or was added after waiting for a period of time, or was the bamboo soaked for a period of time, and then added again.
It's not clear whether to add it to it.
But this does not prevent Han Cheng from commanding people to do this.
Never mind it!
Anyway, the general direction has been figured out. If you try the rest a few more times, record and summarize the process and results of each experiment, you will gradually be able to figure it out.
At this time, the people from the tribe also came over carrying three tumblers of lime according to Han Cheng's request.
"Into this pit, evenly sprinkle two tow-heads of lime, and in this pit, evenly pour one tow-tow of lime."
Han Cheng pointed to the two small ponds closest to the shore and explained to the people carrying lime.
The two men followed Han Cheng's instructions, and soon held the handle of the colander with one hand, lifted the edge of the cocoon with the other hand, and poured it evenly into the two small pools.
These limes have not been soaked in water, so after entering the water, they easily release heat. Not only does hot steam come out, but some bubbles also pop up.
I had already obtained the stone that Han Cheng had told me about before. Without Han Cheng's reminder, I consciously took a pen and recorded these things, and also recorded the time.
As for the remaining four small pools, Han Cheng did not let anyone pour lime into them.
Instead, they wanted to wait until after a period of time, when the soaked bamboos began to rot, and then pour lime into two of the pools.
It's still like today, one pours more and the other pours less.
As for the remaining two ponds, wait until the bamboo is completely rotted before pouring lime into them.
After such an operation, and then comparing the final product, it will be easier to tell when is the appropriate time to add lime.
After doing this, Han Cheng told Shitou and others not to let the water in several pools mix together, let alone let the water flow into the river.
This is not only a worry that mixing water from several pools will affect the effect of the experiment, but more importantly, the water used for soaking things is very strong and will pollute the water greatly, especially water with lime added.
This is an existence that can poison fish to death.
Han Cheng once experienced something similar. When a family in the village built a house, they bought several carts of lime and soaked it in the pit with water.
The pit for soaking lime is close to a drainage ditch.
On weekdays, there is no problem, but after a heavy rain in summer, it becomes no problem. The pit for soaking lime is directly connected to the drainage ditch, and then the water and some lime in it are washed into the stream.
Then the fish and shrimps in the stream suffered, and many of them were poisoned to death.
After going under the water, Han Cheng and some of the children in the village picked up fish along the stream...
Naturally, Shitou and other people in the tribe will keep Han Cheng's instructions in mind.
After completing these things, Han Cheng and his party left here one after another and started doing their own business.
After this period of growth, the first batch of millet planted by the tribe has bowed its head humbly, and it will not take too long to harvest.
The people in the tribe also need to prepare for this year's autumn harvest.
At the same time, preparations need to be made for Han Cheng and others to go south...
"Once upon a time, there was a little donkey who lived with his mother by a small river. One day, the mother donkey called the little donkey to her side and said: 'Little donkey, you have grown up and can eat grass by yourself. Today, you
Go and graze on the grassland on the other side of the river... Little donkey! Little donkey! Don't go down! The river is very deep..."
In the large blue-brick house, Shitou held a Chinese language book wrapped in linen in his hand. He stood on the podium and read the story "The Little Donkey Crossing the River" to the children in the tribe who were sitting there.
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After a period of production, the first batch of Chinese language textbooks of Qingque Tribe has been published, with a total of thirty-one.
One of them is used as a textbook for teachers, and the others are distributed to children in the Qingque tribe who need to go to school.
The current minors in the Qingque tribe, including slaves and citizens, are about more than 900 people. Even excluding those minors who are too young to go to school, among the large blue brick houses at this time
, it was still full of people, almost five hundred people.
There are so many people, but there are only thirty books. Of course, this is not enough for everyone to share. It takes almost twenty people to share one book.
But there is no other way. Now that time is limited and technology is limited, it is a bit difficult to copy each one, so I can only make do with it for now.
After a while, the number of textbooks will gradually increase.
However, although there are very few textbooks, the children in the tribe are full of novelty and excitement.
In the past, they had never thought that one day they and others would be able to use such things to study. They had never thought that the things Shenzi and the others had taught them could be put together at once and all written down.
Enter a book that the Son of God calls a 'book'.
Moreover, this book is still so exquisite. It is not only bound with leather ropes, but also carefully wrapped with precious linen cloth on the outermost layer.
Almost as soon as they saw these books and knew what they were used for, the children in the tribe fell in love with these books.
The child who was given a book and was responsible for holding the book with his hands for the people around him ran outside first, put soap on his hands, and scrubbed them carefully until they turned red.
He ran back and held a beautiful book in his hands, opening it carefully.
It's like holding a fragile rare treasure.
The minors who usually seemed careless at this time became extra careful and patient.
After opening this beautiful book, some minors who were relatively literate were immediately deeply attracted by the content written inside.
It contains not only the familiar stories such as "Tadpole Looking for Mom" and "Monkey Catching the Moon", but also many new and unheard stories.
They couldn't bear to take their eyes away from these wonderful stories, let alone close the book in their hands.
Han Cheng, who was also sitting in the big tile-roofed house of Qingque, couldn't help but sniff as he watched the children holding textbooks as if they had discovered a treasure.
I remember when I was in preschool and received a book that smelled of ink for the first time, although my reaction was not as good as that of the children in the tribe, my heart was still full of joy and excitement, and I was reluctant to get it dirty. It was very
I want to know what is written above.
Of course, later on, I couldn't mention things like tearing off some book paper and using it to make origami airplanes or folding the corners.
I just don’t know if these children in the tribe will be like me when I was a child.
Thinking about the good things he had done in the past, Han Dashenzi quickly made the decision to have his legs broken if anyone dared to tear the book.
Who said that if the upper beam is not straight, then the lower beam will be crooked?
Moreover, as long as he doesn't speak out about such a glorious history, no one in the tribe will know about it.
In the minds of everyone in the tribe, he will still maintain an extremely majestic image.
Although there were many people in the large blue brick and tiled building, it was packed to the brim, but it was surprisingly quiet. The only person standing on the podium, holding a textbook in both hands, was reading to everyone, and the sound of stones echoed.
The rest of the people listened attentively to Shi Shi's reading, and were completely absorbed by the wonderful story "The Little Donkey Crossing the River". They were all immersed in this brand-new and particularly attractive story.
Not only the children in the tribe, but also the adults in the tribe who were listening in the classroom, or at the door and windows of the classroom, like Han Cheng, all listened very seriously.
Han Cheng looked at everyone's reactions and was filled with satisfaction.
This shows that my adaptation of this text is very successful.
After a while, Shitou finished reading the text. He transferred the textbook to his left hand, took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box made of bamboo tubes, turned around and wrote "
The words "Little Donkey Crossing the River".
And write ‘一,’ below, and start writing the new words that have been summarized.
This blackboard was made of wooden boards by Lame and others. After smoothing the surface with a plane, it was brushed several times with ink.
As for chalk, it is made by putting lime soaked in water into a round mold and drying it.
Although it is not as easy to use as the blackboard and chalk of later generations, it can still be used, at least much better than the sand table.
The writing on the sand table is not clear enough, and the most important thing is that it cannot be erected. Only a few people surrounding it can see it.
Unlike a blackboard hung on the wall, the words written on it can be seen by everyone in the room.
And the blackboard is large enough to write a lot of content at once.
Not only is there a big blackboard hanging on the wall, but now the children in the tribe basically all have a small double-sided blackboard, on which they can write clear words.
You can also raise the small blackboard in your hand according to the teacher's request and let the teacher standing on the podium see if what you write is correct.
The blackboard dyed with ink will stain your hands at first, but after writing with chalk a few times, it will gradually get better.
As the stone was written, the room suddenly fell into silence.
After Shitou wrote two words, he realized that this was not good. He quickly found a way to deal with it from the training given to him by Shenzi before the class.
He paused writing and quickly scanned the room. Then he called on an older minor who he already knew and could write a lot of words to come out and asked him to stand up and read "Little Donkey" for everyone.
"Crossing the River", so that these people can become more familiar with the text.
And he, in the child's stuttering voice, continued to write new words on the blackboard...
Han Cheng, on the other hand, sat there without saying a word, quietly watching what happened in the classroom, just like a teacher organized by the school to attend classes.
After a unique lesson, the children in the tribe seemed extremely excited.
Many people seemed reluctant to leave.
Many people even pestered the more literate people to ask them to read the rest of the stories written on the book.
Not only the children, Shi Shi, who was using such a method for teaching for the first time, also seemed excited.
After the teaching, he came to Han Cheng and humbly asked Han Cheng, the son of God, for advice.
Han Cheng combined his experience gained from being taught by others for more than ten years and made some comments on Shitou's performance in the classroom.
First, he praised Shi Shi's teaching as a whole.
Then find out specific areas where you performed well and praise them.
After Shitou was very happy, he started to point out some shortcomings and gave some suggestions for improvement.
"You can't always hear about me. You have to think about this yourself. Think back more and see what shortcomings you have in teaching and what areas need improvement.
Come up with ways to improve yourself.
It should be more based on the actual situation of the tribe..."
After commenting on the stone, Han Cheng said to the stone with a smile.
Everything he said was true.
Teaching seems very simple, and you only need to use your mouth. In fact, it is a very challenging thing, and there are many aspects that need people to pay attention to and explore.
Different people have different teaching styles.
He can only give a general opinion on this matter. As for the rest, Shitou needs to explore and continuously improve based on the actual situation of the children in the tribe and his own situation.
Shitou nodded vigorously, then took the textbook to the office next door to gain insights.
This is the most formal class the Qingque Tribe has ever had.
Overall, it was very successful, but there are still many things to pay attention to.
The biggest problem is that the children who go to school together are of different ages and levels.
Things like speaking and writing have always been taught in the tribe one after another, but it's just not as systematic and formal as it is now.
But there are still many people who have learned a lot through the previous extensive methods.
Nowadays, when so many children are brought together for teaching, problems suddenly arise.
Some children can basically read through the text, but some children can't even recognize a few words.
In addition to this, there is another big problem: there are so many children in class that one teacher simply cannot take care of them.
Even if these children in the tribe are very obedient, it won't work.
The solution to this problem was familiar to Han Cheng and he could easily pick it up, which was to teach these children in different grades and classes according to their respective levels.
In this way, these problems can be perfectly solved.
But if you do this, new problems will arise.
After dividing teaching into classes and grades, more teachers will be needed to teach.
Among the people in the tribe who have teaching experience, apart from Han Cheng and Shitou who have taught people in the tribe to speak Mandarin and write Chinese characters, there is also Yuan, a person who is very talented in mathematics, and two other people.
It was impossible for Han Cheng to stay in the tribe and teach. He needed to take people to Jinguan City to rebuild the second branch of the tribe.
Moreover, time has become more pressing now.
Now, the earliest batch of millet planted by the tribe can be harvested in just a few days.
Although rice is different from millet, it is basically harvested in autumn as long as it is not too far south.
Moreover, Jinguan City is further south, and is blocked by the Qinling Mountains. At the same latitude, the temperature can be two or three degrees higher, so the rice there will mature earlier.
If I and others go too late, a lot of rice will probably be eaten by various birds...
