Crossing the farm gate, the whole family reunites in the disaster year

"But what mother said just now also makes sense. Knowledge is a serious matter, and studying is not to be taken lightly. Although we are only studying privately, there is no order without rules."

Lin looked at the children in the yard with a serious expression.

"Today is the first day, everyone, get used to it first. Starting tomorrow, no private conversations or eating are allowed in class."

No one refuted Lin's words, and the group of children immediately sat up straight, afraid of being criticized.

Cui Jingwen made preparations, carried the blackboard out of the house, put it down, and as soon as he looked up, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Everyone sat up straight, big and small, and even their mother was sitting at the foot of the wall, holding Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi.

"You... all want to learn to read?" Cui Jingwen couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, it won't hurt to learn a few words."

Old Mrs. Cui smiled and said, "Grandma is old, my dear grandson, remember to teach her slowly later."

Silang said honestly, "You must be able to read and write to do business. I will study hard, Third Brother."

"Mom promised me that if I could recognize two words, I would have a candy." This is Xiaoliu.

You have to learn to read anyway.

Cui Jingwen was overwhelmed.

"Third brother, we know the rules. I wash the cleanest clothes!"

"I can mend clothes and make them neatly after washing them."

Old Mrs. Cui said slowly, "Grandma will make you some new clothes."

“No, no, no.” Cui Jingwen waved his hands repeatedly, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to squeeze into. If he had known there would be so many people, he would not have pretended to be so cool. “I was just joking before. You don’t have to help me wash clothes.”

The people below were about to speak, but Cui Jingwen coughed quickly.

"Quiet, let's start learning words."

Because of Lin’s previous words, the yard immediately became quiet.

The "blackboard" is a wooden board placed on a simple stand. A piece of paper is nailed to the board with the words to be learned tonight written on it.

One to five, one, two and three are easy to remember, but four and five are the main ones.

This was also decided by the Lin family. The primary education in schools here is based on Thousand Character Classic and Three Character Classic, while the main focus of literacy training for children at home is practicality.

Compared with the Three Character Classic which focuses on ideas, numbers are more suitable for Silang and his friends. After learning ten numbers, they can learn to recognize the Hundred Family Surnames.

If, after becoming proficient in reading and writing the Hundred Family Surnames, some of these children are still eager to learn, then we can only say that they are good candidates for study and they should be sent to school without hesitation.

Lin used a wooden stick to light the charcoal in advance. After everyone was familiar with the characters to be learned today, Cui Jingwen taught them on the wooden board, stroke by stroke.

Everyone was overjoyed after learning three words in a short time.

At this time, there was a knock on the gate from outside.

"Why is the door locked at this hour?" the person outside muttered, then raised his voice and said, "Mother Jingwen, are you home?"

It's the village head.

Old Mrs. Cui was close to the courtyard gate, so she stood up and opened the door a crack.

"It's the village head. Come in and talk."

The village head frowned, and just as he entered the yard, the gate behind him closed quickly, as if something shameful had happened.

He soon discovered something was wrong. The Cui family, both old and young, were sitting in the yard in several rows, each holding a strange wooden board in their hands.

Jingwen stood at the front, with a huge wooden board standing next to him.

The village head was confused: "What are you doing again?"

Lin smiled and stepped forward: "The children at home all want to learn to read, so why not take some time after dinner every day and let Jingwen teach them a few words."

"Learn to read?!" The village head's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes." Old Mrs. Cui held up the wooden board and showed it off. "This is one, this is two, this is three. Look how simple it is."

Swish, swish, swish, six simple and rough bars, like the black lines on Cui Jingwen's forehead.

He doesn't admit that he taught this!

The village head looked excited. He had studied for a period of time when he was young, but he could only write some common words.

Over the years, he has tried to teach the younger generation in his family to read and write, but the knowledge they learned at the time was really limited, and the dry teaching was even more boring. Xi and Qing had no interest in learning to read at all.

Why didn’t he think of letting them learn to read with Jingwen!

"Mother Jingwen, can you let my children come and study with me?" The village headman looked at me earnestly. "It's not free. I'll give you 20 kilograms of wheat as tuition."

Lin turned aside and said with a smile, "Uncle Village Head, please ask Jingwen about this."

The head of the village turned around, his eyes full of earnestness.

"Jingwen, look..."

"Come on." Cui Jingwen closed his eyes, feeling numb.

He might as well go to academy, at least he can have some peace and quiet, instead of teaching a group of children to read at home.

Forget it, it’s already like this, it doesn’t matter if I add one or two more. It’s the same whether I release one sheep or drive a flock of sheep.

Come on, come on.

"I'll call them over right away."

The head of the village was so happy that he turned around and was about to go back to call people, but Lin stopped him.

"Uncle Lizheng, don't worry. The children at home are just starting out on their first day. They can already recognize most of the characters today. If you come later, you won't be able to catch up. It's better to come earlier tomorrow."

"Okay, you guys learn it, and then ask Youxi and the others to come over tomorrow night."

The village head looked at the words written on the wooden board, wrote them down secretly, and planned to go home to give Youxi and the others extra lessons.

"By the way, Uncle Lizheng, what brings you here?"

The village head was just about to leave when he slapped his forehead and almost forgot about the important matter.

"The village is planning to organize people to go to the county to sell grain tomorrow. I came here to ask if your family wants to go."

Every year after the autumn harvest, the village would gather villagers together to go to the grain store to sell new grain. Firstly, there would be more people on the road, making it less likely to be robbed; secondly, having more grain would make it easier to negotiate prices with the grain store.

Old Man Cui immediately said, "If you want to sell it, let my family have a share. Tomorrow morning, let my third son go to the city with you."

"it is good."

The village head then left.

Teaching continued in the academy. The fourth and fifth strokes were a bit complicated. Cui Jingwen exhausted all his patience and pointed out the mistakes in their strokes one by one.

"Grandma, the number four doesn't have to be four vertical lines. It has to be curved."

"Grandma, these are characters, not twisted dough sticks. Don't be so twisted."

"Grandma, please..."

The others were basically able to practice on their own after being taught twice, but Old Lady Cui was the only one who was stubborn and serious, and tortured Cui Jingwen over and over again.

The courtyard was filled with warmth and Lin was immersed in it, lost in thought as he pondered over things.

The village head came over just now, and it reminded her of something she had neglected.

This year's wheat was irrigated with mountain spring water. She tasted the wheat grains and found them sweeter than ordinary wheat. If they were made into pasta, the taste would definitely be different.

It would be a pity if it were sold at the price of ordinary wheat. If we could find a way to build a reputation for the wheat or reprocess the wheat, the villagers would definitely earn more money than simply selling the grain.

But what to do.

Finally, Mrs. Cui was able to write out numbers one to five smoothly, and the get out of class was over.

Old Mrs. Cui was very proud and admired her own handwriting.

Old Man Cui was undecided: "How much grain should we bring to the city to sell tomorrow?"