Seeing that the blood-sucking leech was about to crawl onto his shoes, Li Huowang raised his foot and trampled the leech to death. Then he looked at the child Yang in front of him with rare distress.
"This thing often gets sucked into your legs?"
"When plowing paddy fields, it's inevitable that there will be rotten cow crotches in the water. It just doesn't matter if it's not a water snake. In fact, it's okay if it sucks human blood. People have hands and can pull it out."
"But it will be troublesome if you suck the cow. The cow has no hands and can't remove it, so we can only let these things suck it. Otherwise, why would this thing be called a cow's rotten crotch?"
Li Huowang looked at the childish face of the child Yang in front of him. If this child were in later generations, he would probably be in the sixth grade of elementary school, but here, he has already become like an adult.
After thinking about it, Li Huowang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't farm anymore. At your age, you should learn to read in a private school instead of working in the fields. Just let the tenant farmers do the work." p>
When Li Huowang spoke, Niuxin Village soon had a new teacher.
Although Niuxin Village is remote, as long as you have enough money, you can still easily find a teacher who has not been admitted as a scholar.
This was not just for the Yang child, Li Sui was also in the private school. She followed Li Huowang's instructions and listened quietly to the teacher's lectures without speaking.
Except for them, everyone else would lie on the windows and eavesdrop as long as they had nothing to do, as if the more they listened, the more they would earn.
Even Lu Zhuangyuan came here with his grandson who was not yet one year old, saying that he wanted to gain more popularity in literature and it would be easier to get the number one scholar in the future.
Seeing this scene, Li Huowang simply opened the door. From now on, anyone in the village who wants to listen can come into the private school, and it will be treated as a welfare in Niuxin Village.
Looking at everyone who was listening attentively in the private school, Li Huowang had a slight smile on his face, and even his gloomy mood in the past became much better.
"Why are you laughing?" Bai Lingmiao, who was standing beside him, asked in surprise.
"You look so good. No matter how many hardships we have experienced on the road, the days are always getting better and better. Isn't this what they want?"
Bai Lingmiao stretched out her hand, intertwined her fingers with his fleshless hand, and leaned slightly towards him.
"Yes, the days will always get better and better, so if you encounter anything in the future, don't seek death. No matter what you encounter, it will eventually pass."
At this time, the teacher inside was teaching other disciples below. "That's it, it's useless for you to learn it. I don't expect you to be a scholar. You only learn some practical things, such as reading and arithmetic."
Raise money!"
"If you learn these, you will have good skills and you will never go hungry anywhere! Today we will learn to count chips first!" After the teacher said this, he raised the tube of chopsticks in his hand high.
"There are eleven hours in a day!" He picked out eleven chopsticks from the bucket and placed them on the ground.
"It's like a salesman going to your village to sell goods. He spent five hours on the way." The teacher took five of the eleven chopsticks. "How many hours does he have left to sell goods and sleep?"
"Huh?" Li Huowang's face became a little ugly.
Sensing the strange expression on Li Huowang's face, Bai Lingmiao asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Isn't this teacher a good teacher?"
"There are twenty-four hours in a day, and if two hours count as one hour, then there are clearly twelve hours in this day. I really don't know where the eleven hours in this person's mouth came from."
"This guy can't even understand the simplest things. It's no wonder he couldn't pass the examination as a scholar. He should find a reason to retreat, lest he mislead others."
Hearing Li Huowang's call, Bai Lingmiao's pink and white eyes showed a hint of suspicion. "Li Huowang, what are you talking about? This day is originally eleven hours. Where did your idea of twelve hours come from?
Yes?"
"What?!" Li Huowang's head buzzed as if something had hit him hard.
He first glanced at Bai Lingmiao in shock, and after receiving her affirmative reply, he rushed directly into the private school and asked the teacher: "Are there really only eleven hours in a day?"
"Nonsense, it's not eleven hours, how many more hours can it be? What's your opinion?" The teacher was very dissatisfied with this man who suddenly rushed in and interrupted his professor, his whole body wrapped in white gauze.
With a shocked face, Li Huowang turned around, looked at the eyes behind him, and asked all of them: "There are only eleven hours in a day?!"
Yang Xiaowa looked very confused at Li Huowang's shock. "Yes, Senior Brother Li, isn't it eleven o'clock today? Is there anything so strange about it?"
"Only eleven hours? That means there are only twenty-two hours in a day here? Where did the two lost hours go?"
In an instant, Li Huowang had an illusory feeling about the world.
Bai Lingmiao, who frowned slightly, walked into the private school, took his hand and walked out. "How are you? Isn't it normal that there are only eleven hours in a day?"
"No, it's still wrong." Li Huowang calmed down and decided to find the answer by himself, "Miaomiao, is there any timer in the village? Take it all out, I want to use it."
"Something that keeps time? Can a water clock work? That's the only thing in the Bai family."
"Okay!"
Soon, three huge wooden barrels connected from high to low were placed in front of Li Huowang. The top barrel was filled with water, and the water fell drop by drop along a small pipe to the second one.
In a wooden barrel.
The dripping time of each drop was almost one second. Li Huowang couldn't believe it even with the tools, and deliberately remembered it in his mind.
But no matter what, the answer Li Huowang got in the end was indeed eleven hours a day.
Although there is some deviation in this calculation, no matter how wrong it is, it cannot be wrong for a full two hours.
Li Huowang, who didn't sleep all night, finally accepted the reality that there really are only twenty-two hours in a day in this world.
Rubbing the sore corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, Li Huowang murmured to himself: "I see, so the reason why I always overslept in the past is because I lost two hours in the day?"
Ever since I came out of Qingfeng Temple, I either overslept or felt like I didn't get enough sleep. Now it seems it's a matter of time.
Bai Lingmiao, who was standing behind him, had deep worry in his eyes. "Li Huowang, what are you doing?"
Li Huowang accepted the setting that there are only twenty-two hours in a day much faster than he thought. Since the world is crazy, it is reasonable for the time to be abnormal.
He stood up and hugged Bai Lingmiao gently, "In Qingfeng Temple, is there eleven hours in a day?"
"Of course."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Do I need to tell you something like this? I didn't know you didn't even know about this kind of thing."
While the two were talking, Zhuge Yuan in the distance listened to the faceless Zuowang Dao whispering with an expression that was making trouble, "How is it, do you see it? This is the state of confusion! You have learned a lot, right?"