Born in an ancient peasant family, the peasant girl became famous all over the world

The new student has been enrolled for a month and has already learned ninety-nine characters, so Wei Changsheng will give him a baseline test today.

The students were silent and no one dared to cheat.

In an instant, everyone put away their books, took out paper and pens, and began to write.

Jiang Yue was of course no exception. She ground the ink and picked up the pen, and the characters emerged.

This simple dictation posed no obstacle at all for her who had memories of two lives.

The teacher is strict, and the students dare not slack off.

Only Lin Xiaoyong, a poor student, felt afraid at this moment.

He looked at this, looked at that, and finally looked at the blank hemp paper and started writing.

Wei Changsheng walked around the hall, checking them one by one.

Walking in front of Ye Chen, he looked at him carefully, his face was gentle, and he nodded.

It is naturally much easier to teach students who have a basic foundation.

Look, it’s so fast, I’ve already written ten sentences.

Approaching Zhao Xiaocang, we found that although this student had never received any enlightenment before, he was a serious student.

When he approached Lin Xiaoyong, he found that he had only written the beginning, the beginning of life, and it was still wrong. He tapped him lightly with a ruler, and Lin Xiaoyong shrank back in fear. He gritted his teeth and continued writing, but he really couldn't remember it.

Wei Changsheng nodded, shook his head, and walked around.

When I got closer to Jiang Yue, I discovered that she had already written the last word.

After Jiang Yue wrote her name, she looked for the gentleman.

In a blink of an eye, I found the gentleman standing behind me and hurriedly offered him the food with both hands.

"Sir, the student has finished writing."

She was the youngest in the class, but she was the first to finish, which inevitably aroused the envy of her classmates.

Ye Chen picked up the pen quickly. Zhao Xiaocang clenched his sweaty palms. The other classmates also quickened their movements at the same time.

Wei Changsheng took what Jiang Yue had written and read it carefully from beginning to end.

He nodded first, then shook his head.

"No, no, no..."

After Wei Changsheng said this, all the students' eyes fell on Jiang Yue's hemp paper.

Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly. No wonder he wrote so fast.

A child would probably just write randomly.

"Sir, did the student write it wrong?" Jiang Yue checked carefully, wondering if she had written it in simplified characters.

Wei Changsheng took Jiang Yue's calligraphy and compared it with the child beside him, Zhao Xiaocang.

"One is lively and smooth. The other is a doodle, like spring worms and autumn snakes."

Zhao Xiaocang lowered his head in shame. It was not his fault that the writing was not good.

He has just started practicing calligraphy, and he has tried his best to write like this.

The students pursed their lips tightly so as not to lose their composure in front of the teacher.

Without exception, they all thought that Jiang Yue was the one being criticized.

Even Lin Xiaoyong felt so.

However, I heard the gentleman say:

"This is not something a four-year-old child can write." Wei Changsheng praised.

As Jiang Yue is young, her strength is moderate, so her handwriting is less rigid but also more natural.

No matter how you look at it, Wei Changsheng has taught many students, and it is impossible for a four-year-old child to write such beautiful characters.

In one sentence, the views of many students were denied.

Then the gentleman said:

"Practicing calligraphy is not something that can be mastered overnight, but Jiang Yue, when did you start practicing calligraphy?"

Jiang Yue clearly said that she had not yet been enlightened.

Why does he feel cheated?

Jiang Yue raised her eyes slightly.

"It's the teacher who taught me well."

After he finished speaking, the handwriting of the students became neater.

"Sir, I have finished writing too." Ye Chen stood up and handed what he had written to Wei Changsheng. At the same time, he turned his head and glanced at what Jiang Yue had written.

Just one glance and all my confidence was gone.

The strokes other people write in a regular order, and what he writes... is also straight and even.

Wei Changsheng took it, took a careful look at it, checked it once to make sure it was correct, then nodded, not sparing his praise.

"Ye Chen, well written."

Wei Changsheng never praises his students easily, but when he praises them, it is real praise.

Ye Chen was praised, but still returned to his seat in shame.

Jiang Yue's writing is lively and vivid, but when it comes to him, it's just well-written?

In the following time, the students finished writing one after another.

And Wei Changsheng would always make a comment or two after reading each one, and would also point out any missing strokes or drawings.

There were only a few mistakes in what Zhao Xiaocang wrote, but he managed to write it all out from memory.

In the end, only Lin Xiaoyong and Wu Fei were left. They couldn't hand in the dictation content for a long time. When Wei Changsheng saw it, his face became stern and serious.

In front of Wu Fei, he tapped the table with his ruler.

“What a mess, what a mess!”

Finally, Lin Xiaoyong was furious.

There are still only those three words...

"You two, each of you will copy the content you have memorized ten times today. Anyone else who makes a mistake will copy it five times. Tomorrow morning, those who fail to follow the instructions will be punished."

“Handwriting is like a person. When writing, one must be neat and tidy. No trickery or laziness is allowed.”

After Wei Changsheng finished speaking, the students nodded in unison to show that they had heard clearly.

Lin Xiaoyong and the little fat boy named Wu Fei were filled with resentment and sadness.

Finished, finished. Ten times. How long will it take to finish writing this?

After today's dictation, Wei Changsheng began to teach the students new content.

The wonderful moment of dismissal finally arrived, and the students' anxious hearts finally relaxed.

At noon, the students took out their own dry food and started to eat.

I always thought about finishing my meal before doing the homework that the teacher would collect.

Jiang Yue thought about going to the pharmacy. After eating the pickled vegetable buns, she said goodbye.

"Brother Xiaocang, I need to go to the pharmacy."

"I'll go with you." Zhao Xiaocang felt that Jiang Yue was too young and would get lost if she went out alone.

"I'll go too." Lin Xiaoyong really didn't want to study and was thinking about dropping out of school, but then he thought his parents would not agree.

"No need, it's not far, I can do it by myself." The town is not very big and Jiang Yue is not going there for fun.

She shook her head. Didn’t the teacher ask them to copy the Three Character Classic? She should not disturb her companions’ precious lunch time.

She said goodbye, left the academy, jogged all the way, and soon arrived at Jishifang.

It was noon and the pharmacy was very quiet. Only Shen Qing was there, dozing off in front of the counter.

He woke up slowly when he heard footsteps.

"Xiao Liu is here. Master heard that you would come at noon, so he is waiting for you."

It was rare for a four-year-old child to come to the door by himself. He thought that the child was just joking in the morning and came by chance.

Shen Qing said, and took out the herbs that Jiang Yue had sent him in the morning.

"These herbs are all pretty good. If you see them in the future, please bring them to Master." From time to time, he would collect some herbs in his herbal medicine shop.

"Today, Master will teach you how to process herbs." Medical books are fine, Shen Qing feels that Jiang Yue cannot understand them yet.

Jiang Yue: "Well, when Xiaoliu learns it, he will help the pharmacy cut the medicine."

"Okay." Shen Qing smiled and stroked Jiang Yue's little head. He took the herbs she brought in the morning and led her to the backyard of the medicine shop.