Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4493 Mr. Mu

A quarter of an hour before school was about to end, Yang Ruoqing arrived at the school early.

At that time, the school was having its last class, and the last class was calligraphy practice.

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the classroom where Mu Zichuan was, and quietly looked in.

The students in this class, and even the other two classes in this school, are all children at the elementary school stage, and even the children's students have not been tested.

Regardless of boys or girls, they are all over the age of six and under the age of 12, regardless of gender. According to age, there are three classes: small, middle and big.

Luo Baobao and Bingbing are already in the big class, and Mianmian and Sanyatou are no longer reading.

The boys who were in the same class as Mianmian and Sanyatou had also 'graduated'.

Those in the family who were willing to continue studying were sent to the school in the town to continue studying, preparing for the examination of talents by relying on children.

If the family has no conditions to provide, they just read some characters and learned some principles, and then go home to take care of the crops with their parents, or learn other crafts that can make a living, small business or something.

Mu Zichuan is teaching the children in the middle class to write.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children sat upright on their seats, behaved well, and wrote in a decent manner.

Mu Zichuan, a gentleman in a white robe, was pacing in the corridor between the desks, with his hands behind his back.

His gaze condescendingly scanned the paper in front of the students on both sides, and when he saw that the posture of holding the pen was wrong, he would help him adjust it in time, and he would patiently correct anyone who wrote the wrong word.

For good writing, he will stroke the head of the student and give him a rewarding look.

The classroom is very quiet, only the rustling sound of the brush rubbing on the paper, and the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the pine trees not far away.

The atmosphere is so good!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated. Smelling the fragrance of the ink, her whole heart calmed down. Then, her breathing gradually became longer, and she couldn't help but yawned a lot.

For a student like her, the classroom is really a good place to sleep...

Only halfway through the yawn, Mu Zichuan, who was leaning over to tutor the students in the classroom, seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked up to this side.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing yawning at the window, Mu Zichuan was startled.

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines, she quickly changed the position of her fingers, gestured to him, turned around and walked quickly towards the dormitory where the students rested at the back of the classroom in a bit of embarrassment.

Mu Zichuan didn't see her embarrassment or embarrassment, but only saw the back of her hurriedly walking away, guessing if she had some urgent business with him.

So, he told the students a few words, got up and left the classroom, and immediately accelerated his pace and rushed to the back dormitory after leaving the classroom.

Yang Ruoqing was already standing under a pine tree at the door of the dormitory waiting for him.

Taking a few deep breaths earlier, she suppressed the embarrassment. Now when she heard footsteps approaching, she turned around calmly and looked at Mu Zichuan with a smile.

"Sorry to disturb your class." She said.

Mu Zichuan smiled faintly, "It's okay, let the students practice calligraphy by themselves in the last class."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the classroom and said with a smile: "These children are still young and ignorant. If they grow up in the future and find out that the teacher who is teaching them now is the current court's Tanhualang, he is like a schoolmaster. A character like this will definitely be full of emotions and become a topic of conversation in front of people for a lifetime."

Mu Zichuan smiled faintly, "Most of these children are actually very smart, but it's a pity that they were born in this countryside, and their family background has become their hindrance."

Yang Ruoqing also said: "In these ten miles and eight villages, if you want to confess a scholar, you need not only courage, but also a family background. Apart from that, it is the child's talent for studying. The lack of the three One must."

"It has been ten years since the school was opened, right? But how many students have really gone out from here?"

"It's not that the children who come to school here are stupid, but the conditions are limited. Because two free meals are provided, [-]% of the children actually come here for the food."

"Not only can I have a full meal, save food for the family, but also recognize a few words and learn some principles, why not do it?"

"That's why it's stipulated in the school that no one will be accepted at the age of 12. That's the reason." She said.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "I've been teaching in the school these days, so I probably figured out some things."

"In the past ten years, you and Fengtang have been maintaining this school, and you are indeed doing a good deed to benefit the village."

"In this school, the students study for free, and the meals are also free. You and Fengtang are responsible for the salaries of the gentlemen and the handymen. Your kind deeds will definitely be rewarded. Believe what I said today." He said. road.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "Actually, there is nothing to report or not to report. At first, the purpose of running the school was to let some descendants of the villagers get rid of their ignorance and backwardness, and let them learn the principles of life."

"The school can also provide my eldest brother with a job, so that he can support his family and be respectable in the village."

"Now, although my elder brother no longer needs this job, I am used to running this school, so I will continue to run it."

"When Tang Yazi and I get old in the future, we won't be able to take care of those things anymore. At that time, whether the school will be closed or opened or changed hands, let's talk about it. Right now we still have the ability, so we will continue to shoulder this burden. "

Mu Zichuan looked at Yang Ruoqing, and the admiration in his eyes deepened.

"By the way, Qing'er, are you here to pick up Bao Bao and Feng'er? Class will be over soon." Mu Zichuan said again.

After his reminder, Yang Ruoqing just remembered that there was another matter for her coming here.

She took out a burden roll from behind and put it in front of him: "Zichuan, my parents asked me to bring it to you. The ginseng you gave me is too precious. My father just has an ordinary cold, so don't you need it?" They asked me to bring you such a valuable tonic, and our family appreciates your kindness."

Mu Zichuan frowned lightly, and said, "Is there any reason to take back this gift?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Zi Chuan, do we still use these words between our two families? We have all seen your filial piety to my father, and we are very moved, but this ginseng, really Too precious."

"No matter how expensive it is, it's just a piece of ginseng and a tonic." Mu Zichuan said again.

"I absolutely have no reason to take back the gift I gave, I don't want it!" He emphasized again.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to say, "Zi Chuan, why are you so stubborn? Let me tell you this. My parents are both farmers. If you give my father a jar of shochu, two catties of pork belly, or a pack of tobacco leaves, I will Dad must be very rare, and he will accept it."

"Your shot is a thousand-year-old ginseng worth thousands of gold. My parents... dare not accept it, and can't afford it!"

Hearing that Yang Ruoqing had said so much, Mu Zichuan frowned, as if thinking about it.

After a while, his brows furrowed, and he stretched out his hand to take the bundle from Yang Ruoqing.

"It's because I didn't think carefully." He said, "Then I'll accept this ginseng. If I don't accept it, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to go back, right?"

(End of this chapter)