Traveling through time as a peasant girl to turn things around

After dinner that evening, the fourth child held the little baby in his arms. "Daddy, you're holding Guoguo. What's wrong? Tell me." The fourth child blushed, embarrassed, and cheekily said, "Baby, are there any martial arts books? Daddy wants to learn. Daddy's going to the army soon, and I want to practice some more." "Daddy, can you read?" "No." "No, Daddy has to know how to read. Only then can I have strategies and become a great general. You have to learn." "Listen, my daughter, Daddy will learn!" the fourth child gritted his teeth. The little baby took out two books: one on the Thirty-Six Strategies and the other on Sun Tzu's Art of War. The fourth child sat on a stool, took out the Thirty-Six Strategies, and opened to the first page. The little baby read a sentence, while the fourth child watched, pointing to the words. The little baby urged Daddy to learn to read and learn. "Daddy, let's start learning one level of strategy tonight." They studied for an hour. At the dawn watch, Ru took the child, and the fourth child went out to lead the horse. Chai Hua also led the horse and saddled it, and they went out. He rode out on horseback and went to Sun Quan's house to call Sun Quan. Sun Quan had no horse, so he and Lao Si rode one together. The three of them rode out quickly. Chai Hua said, "Let's learn to ride a horse first." After a while. Sun Quan got on Chai Hua's horse and learned how to hold the rope and make the horse run. The rope should be loose when the horse runs, and the stirrups should be firmly in place. Let's learn. They ran to the county gate and ran back. The two of them learned quickly, and Chai Hua was also easy to teach. It was getting late and it was time to rest. Lao Si went to feed the horses food and water, treating them better than children. Go to sleep for an hour or so. You have to get up. Hmm! Chai Hua said nothing more and ran back to the house to sleep. When closing the door, he glanced at Lao Si again. If you are not thin, who will be thin? Chai Hua fell asleep in seconds.

At the hour of Mao, Chai Zhen got up, and Jiaxing helped Grandpa to harness the ox cart. Old Lady Li, hearing the commotion, also got up, fetched some water and food, and gave Chai Zhen a hundred taels of silver. Chai Zhen put on his cotton coat, and Jiaxing drove the cart out the west gate, while Old Lady Li closed the door behind him.

The oxcart arrived at Sun Quan's gate and he called him. He took a lantern, and Sun Quan took two sticks. The three of them headed for the county town. By the time the firewood was gathered, the cart had already left. He asked Jia Yu to ride the horse, and Old Lady Li asked the fourth son to bring some dry food and water. One portion for each of them, and also gave them two apples and two hams.

Old Lady Li watched her son walk away, unable to sleep any longer, and stood at the door. Chai Pingan got up, walked to the door, and also looked into the distance. He sighed, thinking that his son had grown up and the road ahead was far away. He could no longer stay by their side like he did when he was little, calling them "Dad" and "Mom." "Go back," Chai Pingan said to Hongying.

The fourth son caught up with his grandfather on the road and rode slowly to the county town. They separated, and the fourth son told his grandfather to go to Pingjin Prefecture. Chai Hua quickly said he was going to the general's mansion to find weapons, armor, and another horse. He also stopped by the escort agency. Chai Zhen said to the fourth son, "Grandson, don't worry about the family. Just take care of yourself."

Daybreak marked the start of a new school year. A new batch of desks and chairs were set up, making the classroom a bit crowded. Eighty-nine people lined up, arranged from youngest to oldest, with boys in one team and girls in another. The youngest was five and the oldest was fifteen. The youngest was still holding onto his mother's hand, refusing to let go. Sun Gui had asked the Chai family for some candy last night, and he fed it to the youngest to calm her down and let her into the classroom. Five years old was a good number, so Sun Gui asked their mother to pick them up in an hour. All eighty-nine people were seated. Sun Gui looked at the room full of people, and saw many people standing outside the window. This was the hope of their village! Sun Gui spoke.

"From today on, children will learn to read and write here. No matter how old or how old, you are all classmates. Learn knowledge and play together. The older children should take care of the younger ones. If anyone needs to pee urgently, please raise your hand. Respect the old and love the young. Let's learn a poem this morning, [Ploughing the Field]." Sun Gui wrote the characters on the blackboard. Write this poem as well. Let's read it with me.

The day of hoeing and weeding is noon,

Sweat drips down the soil.

Who knows the plate of Chinese food,

Every grain is hard work.

"Whoever has memorized it, stand up and recite it." Qin Binbin stood up and read aloud. "Close your eyes and read it again." Qin Binbin read aloud again. "Okay, sit down. Good job learning." Who else can recite it? A little girl in the first row raised her hand. Sun Gui asked, "What's your name?" The little girl stood up and said, "I'm Wang Xiao, and my father's name is someone." "Okay, you read it." The little girl recited the poem in a soft voice. Sun Gui asked, "Close your eyes and read it again." The little girl read it again. "Okay!" Let's read it together. The sound of the recitation brought tears of excitement to the children's parents outside the window. "Tomorrow we'll all learn Shuxiu." Some parents had memorized it. "That's exactly how we farm." "I get the meaning now."

After a short break, the five-year-olds were dismissed, and the youngest children were taken away by their parents. "Six and up need to write, so stay. Go to the bathroom first. Don't crowd, line up."

Sun Gui went to his room to drink water. The children had something to drink, so Sun Gui left it out for anyone thirsty to drink. Tomorrow, they could bring their own cups. Sun Gui thought, "There needs to be someone to boil water and watch over the children after class." There was a family in their village with only one laborer, an old man in poor health, so he'd take it. He'd be paid fifteen cents a day. The whole village needed an income to cover expenses. Reclaim the wasteland!

It was time for class. The children entered the classroom. Sun Gui stood at the podium and said, "Take out your brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone." Sun Gui poured water and ground ink for each child. He taught them how to grind the ink. They took their brushes and wrote. They counted the small strokes with their fingers. Horizontal, vertical, left-falling stroke, dot, and right-falling stroke. Sun Gui wrote these on the blackboard. Some read, others wrote.

The morning passed quickly, an hour and a half in the morning. The same thing happened in the afternoon. I told Sun Gui to go home from school. He told him to walk out slowly, not to crowd. There were already parents picking up their children at the gate. The older ones went back on their own.

On the way, the children recited to their parents, and the adults were very happy about the knowledge they had learned. They went home to eat delicious food. A group of children chattered and went home.

Sun Gui locked the door and went home. After the New Year, it was time to move in.