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The sharp and high-pitched rooster crows tore through the night sky, and the whitening sun climbed up from the mountain top into the sky, blocking the westward moon shadow and scattering thousands of soft and bright sunlight.
Last night, Zhang Zheng and her husband sat across from each other and talked by candlelight. Most of the time, it was her husband who was talking, telling stories about her husband and the situation of every child in the village. The stories were many and complicated, confusing and intertwined.
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This morning the two of them woke up when they heard the rooster crow, and hurriedly got up and went to the private school to give lectures to the children. As a monk, Zhang Zheng was full of energy, so it was not a problem for him to stay up for several years.
But the husband is only a mortal, and the result of a night of tossing like this is that there are two heavy dark circles under his eyes. When you look at them, they turn green and black, which is very scary.
After finally staying up until the end of school, Zhang Zheng helped her husband go back to his room. Seeing his husband fall asleep on the bed, Zhang Zheng grinned and resignedly returned to the private school to correct the homework handed in by the children.
There is no limit to the amount of knowledge that can be taught in private schools from the age of six. Most children only learn to read and write by the age of twelve or thirteen, and then stop learning after learning the etiquette.
It is rare that two or three children will continue to study, but their later studies are to teach classics and ancient books. Those two or three children only study for less than half a year and are no longer interested. Even if they are interested, they will eventually be nudged by their parents.
Take a break from school.
Now the youngest student in the private school is six years old and the oldest is eleven. The homework is not difficult. It is a copy of the painting and drawings arranged according to each student's situation.
While Zhang Zheng was correcting her homework, she suddenly remembered her husband's inconsistent words last night. When he spoke, his emotions varied, and he couldn't tell whether he was nostalgic or sad, or happy or sad.
"A long time ago, the children in the village were very easy to learn and alert. Many students were in their thirties, and some even asked their husbands about their homework before they died..."
"Now the villagers are not very willing to let their children continue their studies..."
Zhang Zheng's eyes fell on the thin piece of paper in his hand. The word "virtue" was written all over the paper in crooked ink.
She was actually suspicious as to why such an isolated village valued knowledge so much but despised it.
Every child of school age must go to private school, but they only learn how to read and learn etiquette, but they don’t go any further.
Emphasizing teaching and neglecting learning is such a contradiction.
To put it bluntly, it is such a closed village that will never see the outside world. The children in it repeat the same old path that their parents walked, farming the land, having children and raising children. Maybe they will never use these books and words, so why must they
How about learning to read?
Perhaps it was out of respect for the gentlemen, or perhaps out of respect for knowledge, in order to prevent the village from returning to the wilderness, and in order not to forget its roots and not be ungrateful.
Zhang Zheng could only convince herself in this way, after all, she couldn't find the second answer.
After half of their homework was approved, Yi Lanshan and Yan Shaoting happened to return to their private school and wandered around the village for most of the day. Looking at the dejected look on their faces, it was obvious that they had learned nothing.
Yan Shaoting fell down on the desk in depression. He and Zhang Zheng looked at each other and smiled, then sat cross-legged on the mat and closed their eyes to rest.
Zhang Zheng had just finished his homework and was about to take a walk around the village. As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the private school, a child named Mu Jinmian came running towards him in a hurry and almost bumped into Zhang Zheng.
Zhang Zheng put her hand on his head and said, "Your butt is on fire? You are so anxious."
Mu Jinmian raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, full of uneasiness and fear.
He pointed in the direction of the village entrance, his fingers trembling, "Some strangers just came outside the village. They wanted to enter the village, but Fourth Uncle Tu stopped... and refused to let them in, so they beat Uncle Tu...
, it was all bleeding. Uncle Jin and a few uncles were blocking the way at the entrance of the village and told me to come find Mr. soon."
Outside monks! They also hurt people. It seems that the person who came this time is not good.
Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold, and he wiped away Mu Jinmian's tears and said as gently as possible: "Jinmian is a big kid now. Stop crying. My husband is in the room behind the private school. You go find her now. I'll do it first."
Go to the entrance of the village and have a look."
Mu Jinmian nodded vigorously and ran to find her husband.
Zhang Zheng glanced at the empty village road. It was inconvenient for her to reveal her identity. Perhaps she could use Lanshan and Yan Shaoting's status as monks to give the newcomers a warning.
Furthermore, this is also a breakthrough for them to stay in the village.
After thinking about this, Zhang Zheng turned around and opened the door of the private school, and explained the situation to Yi Lanshan.
"Maybe you can use this to make the villagers feel grateful to you. Then it will be easier to stay in the village or find a way out."
Lanshan thought for a moment, her eyes moved, and she realized that what she said was indeed reasonable, and this would be a huge benefit to them.
"Thank you Daoist friend Zhang for your help. Let's go quickly to prevent those monks from harming more villagers."
"Okay, let's leave now."
The three of them walked quickly and soon arrived at the entrance of the village. A circle of villagers had gathered around the village entrance. There was a stagnant and solemn atmosphere in the air, and there was a faint hint of anger, which was about to explode.
The husband is loved by everyone in the village, and Zhang Zheng, who is very close to him, is also respected and loved by the villagers.
When the villagers saw that Zhang Zheng was coming, they all moved out of the way. However, the eyes on the two distracted people behind Zhang Zheng were mixed with hidden anger.
Yan Shaoting snorted in disdain. A group of stupid guys dared to anger him. When he stepped forward to save them, they would soon be grateful to him.
Zhang Zheng first saw five impressive people outside the village, three men and two women, with arrogant expressions and extremely arrogant arrogance.
The five of them were wearing similar costumes, with precious jade sachets on their waists, and each of them was holding a broadsword, showing off their sharpness.
However, the five people did not pay any attention to Zhang Zheng, who was dressed in villagers' clothes, and stared directly at Yi Lanshan and Yan Shaoting behind her.
There was no sign of Mr. Tu, nor Fourth Uncle Tu. Zhang Zheng asked the village chief who was serious and tense beside him in a low voice, "Village Chief, where are Fourth Uncle Tu and Mr. Tu?"
Only then did the village chief notice Zhang Zheng, his pupils trembled suddenly, and he shouted nervously: "What are you doing here?"
He subconsciously shouted, suspicion flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, they disappeared without a trace, "I brought the two foreign guests yesterday. They said that maybe they could help me."
To repay the village for taking me in."
The village chief quickly realized that his reaction was too drastic, and said with a cheeky smile: "I'm either blaming Zhang Yatou, or I'm just too worried. It's dangerous here. Children coming here make people worry."
She was not a child. Zhang Zheng knew this was a clumsy lie, but he still nodded cooperatively, smiling innocently and harmlessly.
The village chief looked suspiciously at the two strangers who were facing each other, and answered Zhang Zheng's first question.
"Sir, your uncle is taking your fourth uncle to the ancestral land to heal his wounds. Otherwise, you should go back first and wait in the private school. It's dangerous here."
Zhang Zheng was unwilling to leave, so he changed the subject and said, "Don't worry, village chief, let's see what they say first."
Finally, one of the five people couldn't hold it any longer.
The male cultivator with triangular eyes raised his chest and angrily scolded Yi Lanshan and the two of them: "As dignified cultivators, do you have to associate with mortals? How shameful!"
How dare you call him shameful!
Yan Shaoting had never suffered from such a temper at this age. He burst out in anger in the village, pointing at people's noses and yelling curses.
"Who do you think you are? You dare to point me out! It's better for me to be with a dog than to join in with you scum who regard human life as nothing! These days, any piece of shit can become an immortal. God doesn't open his eyes to see it.
Look at what kind of stuff he gave Linggen."
"you you……"
Chapter completed!