Crossing the Homeland

Chapter 171

Seeing Mrs. Chen's disapproving appearance, Mrs. Chen felt angry in her heart, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly.I think that when she was in her boudoir, she was also known as a talented woman, and later she married Mrs. Chen, and the name of a talented woman was still the same, but her husband praised her more incidentally because of his knowledge.Seeing Mrs. Chen's angry look, Mrs. Chen didn't persuade her, but smiled complacently: "When the time comes, I will write an essay for my husband on the spot and send it to my wife."—Scholar, even the way of teasing his wife is so unique.

Although Mrs. Chen still looked down on a country girl, but after hearing Xia Junyan's "miserable" life experience, she felt a little sympathetic.For those scholars who are somewhat self-motivated, the idea of ​​self-cultivation, family governance, and world peace has long been engraved into their bones, and Master Chen is no exception. Madame can also teach her how to read a few words."

Mrs. Chen nodded, she had exactly the same intention.

When the Chen family had dinner, Xia Junyan's restaurant also closed early.Every time the order comes, Teacher Xia will start classes.Traveling back to ancient times, instead of helping the imperial court to eradicate illiteracy, and teaching people around me to read and write, I feel sorry for the nine years of compulsory education I received before time travel.

In order to satisfy her desire to play house and pretend to be a teacher when she was a child, Xia Junyan painstakingly brought out the blackboard and chalk.Fortunately, in this era, there are already plasters, although most of them are used as medicine.The blackboard is painted with black charcoal on the smooth wooden board, after special treatment, although it cannot be compared with the modern blackboard, Xia Junyan is already very satisfied.These two things cost her a lot of money. After all, she can only provide ideas, and she has to find experienced craftsmen to try them out.But for fun, Xia Junyan said: It's worth it!
It was Jiang Xiaolian's first class, and she was quite curious about these two things.

"I just want to be able to recognize and write. As for whether the handwriting is beautiful or not, we don't ask for it. Anyway, everyone doesn't need to take the exam for scholar. But except for longevity, you should write well. Madam will still count on you to go to the academy in the future." .” After Xia Junyan finished writing a few commonly used characters, she asked Qian Gui and the others to write them down.

After one class, when Jiang Xiaolian looked at Xia Junyan again, her eyes were different from before.Although I already knew that shopkeeper Xia had some skills, but seeing her not only writing in vain, but sometimes even preaching scriptures, this is a very remarkable thing!The illiteracy rate in ancient times was beyond our imagination. In the late Ming Dynasty, even most of the middle-level generals in the army were illiterate, let alone ordinary people.

Because of illiteracy, the speed of dissemination of various knowledge is naturally very slow.It is even more difficult for ordinary people to learn a craft and understand its principles.Therefore, at a young age, Xia Junyan grasped the taste of the dishes so accurately. From Madam Chen's point of view, either she was taught by her master, or she was self-taught by listening, watching, and pondering.But no matter which point, such a skill at such a young age proves that this woman is intelligent, and it is not an exaggeration for Mrs. Chen to cherish her talents.

Xia Junyan saw that Jiang Xiaolian was so respectful that she almost worshiped her as a bodhisattva, and quickly said: "My father also studied before, but his luck was not good, and he failed to pass the exam. I am the only one in my family, and my father would also tease me when he was studying. Tease me." This is true, the original Miss Xia is also literate, but Miss Xia is shy and quiet, and no one in the village knows about it except her neighbor, Mrs. An.

(End of this chapter)