Sheng Fu

Chapter 60 Hope in Children

After thinking for a long time, Yu Wenjun still didn't know where to start, so he walked out of the house and came to the courtyard outside.

Four or five children are playing football on the street, making noises, laughing and laughing, adding a lot of vigor and joy to this gloomy village.

Yu Wenjun picked up a bamboo stick and wrote a line on the ground out of the original intention of expressing his feelings.

"I know Qingshan, but Qingshan doesn't know me."

In terms of calligraphy skills alone, Yuwenjun's calligraphy should be the best among the four chiefs of Bailu Pavilion, but compared with the brothers Song Minghui and Song Mingyu, who are also members of Bailu Pavilion, it should be a little weaker.

This is also the general feeling of Yu Wenjun. He has never compared the calligraphy skills of the Song brothers head-on. Maybe they are evenly divided, and even Yuwenjun is stronger.

Wang Yan had read the book for a few days, and it happened that he knew the line of Yuwenjun. After understanding the meaning, Wang Yan said apologetically: "It's really a talent for someone like the son to come to our village to take office."

Just as Yuwenjun was about to reply, a tall boy in the street kicked the ball towards Yuwenjun. When several children saw this, they were terrified on the spot.

Wang Yan also showed a displeased look, just about to get angry, Yu Wenjun smiled casually: "It's okay, it's just a child, it doesn't matter."

After speaking, Yu Wenjun gently kicked the ball back.

Then he blew a whistle, and the second-class war horse ran over with interest, Yu Wenjun got on his horse and said to Wang Yan: "Uncle is busy first, I rode my horse and looked around, just in the village. , I haven't gone to the mountains to see."

Wang Yan was a little worried and said: "Either I find a few people to accompany the son. There are wild boars and black bears in the mountains. They have a ferocious temperament. If the son is injured, we can't afford it."

The famous knife is in Yuwenjun's jade bracelet, Yuwenjun chuckled: "It doesn't matter, this is a war horse, no matter how fast wild boars and bears are, they can't compare to this war horse."

"I'm not helpless."

Only then did Wang Yan feel relieved. Wang Yan didn't have a specific concept of the horse's footsteps. He just heard from the storyteller that he could travel thousands of miles in a day and [-] in the night.

In Wang Yan's eyes, this second-class war horse is really tall and mighty, and he is a little envious.

Yuwenjun rode away on horseback and wandered aimlessly along the mountain road. The mountain road was rugged and narrow, and Yuwenjun's speed was not fast.

Late autumn has arrived, the leaves in the mountains are withering, the pines and cypresses in some high places are still well-dressed, and there are many pheasants and hares in the mountains.

In terms of terrain alone, the Iron Horse Mountain is a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is impossible for an iron cavalry to chisel an array in such a place, but if you just drive a war horse around, the venue is large enough.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, and the grass and trees are shaken and dew into frost.

He didn't ride a horse, he didn't climb high, and he didn't see the so-called black bear.

Back at the residence, I was just about to go back to the house to drink a cup of hot tea, when I accidentally found that there were a few more lines of crooked handwriting after the line I wrote with the bamboo stick.

The handwriting of the copy is relatively shallow and comes from the pen of a child. Although the handwriting is different, it is written very seriously.

Yu Wenjun stopped and stared at it seriously, what he saw was not the handwriting, but the hope that this time the text was passed!

After enlightenment, Yuwenjun immediately called Wang Yan over and prepared to sum up this big event.

"What do the children in the village usually do?" Yu Wenjun asked tentatively.

The children of the poor have long been the masters of the family, and the children who can play football on the street must come from the famous family in the village. Most children have to follow their parents to work in the fields as long as they can walk a little.

Wang Yan didn't understand what he meant, but he still replied patiently: "Everyone under the age of eight is playing around, and those over the age of eight follow their parents to work on the crops. Some of them are twelve or thirteen years old. Follow the adults up the mountain to chop wood."

Yuwenjun said: "I plan to teach these children to read and write. You are more familiar with the village affairs than I am, and it is up to you to handle the big and small matters."

Wang Yan was stunned on the spot, and said suspiciously: "But there is no school in the village, no ink, and no books. How should these be settled?"

Yuwen Jun replied: "At that time, when I was riding a horse, I found that there was river sand on both sides of the river bank. To the north of the village entrance, there was a piece of flat grass. After removing the weeds, I poured the river sand on it as paper, and then used branches to make it. The pen is a bit rudimentary, but it can make a living."

Wang Yan always felt that it was a bit of a joke, but then he thought about it. Children's reading is a big thing. As the village head of Qingshui Village, he really wants to develop Qingshui Village better.

"Understood, I'll take some young lads to settle these things later."

"As for using twigs as a pen, I know that there is a kind of wood with hard wood, which is very suitable for making a pen, and then build the flat place that the son said into a big thatched hut, so that there is no need to worry about wind and rain, and children can't read normally. write."

Yuwenjun said with satisfaction: "This is the best."

Wang Yan said worriedly: "But in this case, the son will have to work a lot. After all, the son comes from the imperial capital. If this hard work spreads out in the future, it will also damage the son's identity."

Yuwenjun said sternly: "It's okay, since I'm here, I always have to make some contributions."

Wang Yan got up, bowed solemnly to Jun Yuwen, and said sincerely: "Qingshui Village, thank you son for teaching me."

It doesn't matter if there are no books, Yuwenjun has read a lot of books, and the ink in his stomach is more than enough to teach children.

Yuwenjun added: "After the venue is built, don't let the children of various households come to study here. Anyone who is interested in coming will come. If you are not interested, you may not come."

"Some people have a lack of labor in their families. If strong children come to read and write, it may be very hard for adults, and some things can't be busy at all."

"If you are willing to come, naturally the family members have thought about it carefully."

This time, Wang Yan got it right, he laughed and said, "I understand this principle, as long as one child comes, more children will be attracted to study with the husband. If they really learn a little bit of knowledge, the children will definitely be Show it off to the family."

"Although the people in our village have never read books, they have also heard the saying that all things are inferior, but reading is high."

"And some adults who feel that reading is useless, seeing that the children in the rest of the family are reading, they will also put down their prejudice and let their children come to study."

"Young Master calmly guides people's hearts, I admire it very much."

After Yu Wenjun heard this, he felt more at ease. With a start like Wang Yan, his literary test in Qingshui Village should be much easier.

He smiled and said, "Since you know it, don't say it, it won't work if you say it."

"If there are adults who have nothing to do and want to read with their children, let them do it. I am opening the school to the entire Qingshui Village."

Wang Yan was happy in his heart. He felt that it was a joy to think about things with a scholar like Young Master. At least it proved that he was not a complete muddy.

"I'm going to make arrangements, the son is waiting for the good news."

Yuwen Jun smiled without saying a word, took a sip of the hot tea, and felt that rough tea was also good.

With Wang Yan's appeal in the village, more than 30 young and strong young men were summoned in less than half a stick of incense to build a reading place. Although the villagers don't know what happened, they must know that something new is about to happen in the village up.

After nightfall, Yuwenjun's house was brightly lit by candles, lying on the bed, seriously thinking about the teaching content...

(End of this chapter)