Chapter 322: School Experience
Just what kind of person is Jiang Wan?
Following Liu Bei to Shu, he became a county magistrate. Later, he offended Liu Bei and was almost executed. Because of Zhuge Liang's plea, he escaped death, but was dismissed from his official position.
Later Liu Bei ascended the throne as King of Hanzhong, and suddenly remembered him and made him Minister.
Last year, when Zhuge Liang opened the government, he was transferred to the Prime Minister's Office as Dongcao. This year, he was transferred to join the army.
Hasn’t he seen any of the little tricks of the officials down there?
How could he be confused by Feng Yong’s covert words?
It’s already the hottest time, but Mai hasn’t haired yet?
It’s true that you don’t have to send it at all, right?
However, it doesn’t matter if it’s hot and you don’t have clothes to wear. For a little kid like this, no matter how hot it is in the summer, the worst thing you can do is not wear anything, and it won’t be too hot to kill you anyway.
There are naked people everywhere, let alone barbarian slaves?
What matters is winter, which can freeze people to death.
However, seeing that the baby in front of him actually had woolen clothes, it was beyond Jiang Wan's expectation.
Feng Mingwen was so cruel to the Hu people and Liao people, but he didn't expect to be so kind to his Hu people slaves. He even gave them hair cloths in winter?
Looking at the timid face of the girl in front of her, her whole body trembling slightly, and her eyes constantly glancing at Feng Yong, it seemed that Feng Mingwen had gained a lot of authority among the barbarian slaves.
"May I have your name?"
Jiang Wan asked warmly, and then thought that this was a Hu child, how could he understand Chinese?
She smiled to herself and shook her head. Just when she was about to let her go, the girl glanced at Feng Yong again, and then replied in a low voice: "My lord, my name is Goat."
Jiang Wan was startled!
Looking down again in disbelief, he lost his voice and said, "What did you say your name was just now?"
Yangdan'er was so frightened that he took two steps back and glanced at Feng Yong again.
Feng Yong had no choice but to comfort him, "It's okay. You can answer whatever this noble man asks. If you answer well, I'll reward you with a meat pie later."
Roujiamo is also a meat cake.
It contains mutton, which is the most precious food in the eyes of the Hu people.
In the end, Feng Tubao could not resist the will of the people, and the name of Roujiamo was not retained, and Roujiamo became the habitual name.
Yang Dan'er's eyes lit up, he swallowed a sip of saliva, and immediately said crisply: "My lord, my name is Yang Dan'er."
Jiang Wan heard clearly this time. Not only could this girl understand Chinese, she could even speak Chinese.
Although the words are spoken a bit stiffly and make people feel a little nondescript, they can still be understood after all.
“Can you speak Chinese? How can you speak Chinese?”
Jiang Wan was extremely surprised and turned to look at Feng Yong.
How the **** do I know?
Feng Tubie coughed twice and asked Xiang Yangdaner, "Who taught you to speak Chinese?"
“My lord, I often play with my brother from the Han family. My mother often takes me to my brother’s house to learn weaving. My brother from the Han family taught me.”
Yang Dan'er seemed to be afraid of losing the meat pie promised by Feng Yong, and quickly explained with gestures, "The name Yang Dan'er was also given by my brother from the Han family. He said that my father often lived with cattle and sheep. In one voice, so I am Yangdaner..."
You, my brother from the Han family...hehe!
If you don’t say the next thing, I can give you two meatloaf!
Feng Yong looked at Jiang Wan with a polite but awkward smile, "Jiang Angel, where I live, Han people, Hu people, and Liao people live together, and there are not many rules, so this kid often plays together and learned a few words of Chinese. That’s normal too.”
Since they all worked for Feng Tubao, they not only worked together every day, but even ate together every day. Even if there was a gap at the beginning between the Han people and the Hu people, they gradually became blurred in the end.
Instead, there is a difference between those who have household registration and those who do not.
One of the concepts that Feng Tubou often instilled in his subordinates was that once they registered their household registration, they were all Han Chinese.
So those Hu and Liao people who have registered household registration often talk about us Han people in front of their fellow villagers. Not only do the fellow villagers envy them, they even think of ways to build relationships.
Jiang Wan did not understand these things, but he knew that letting the barbarians speak Chinese and practice Chinese customs was education and should be encouraged.
So he took a deep look at Feng Yong and said nothing.
“Where is this place?”
Jiang Wan pointed to the door in front of him and asked.
The place where the children were surrounded just now turned out to be a gate, which was closed tightly so that no one could see what was inside.
It seemed that those kids were peeking at what was inside the gate. In order to see the inside of the yard, Yangdaner actually climbed up a tree, which made Jiang Wan a little curious.
On both sides of the gate, there are four large characters engraved on each side, as red as blood: Education is the foundation of a century-old plan.
“School.”
Feng Yong replied.
“School?”
Jiang Wan asked in confusion, "What school?"
“The registered servants in the workshops and ranches have many children, so I built such a school.”
“What did you learn?”
“That is, learning some Chinese characters will enable them to understand them when they grow up, but nothing else.”
Feng Yong was not afraid. He stepped forward and patted the door and shouted, "Open the door."
The door soon revealed a crack, and a head poked out. When he saw the people outside, his expression changed, and the door suddenly opened wide.
“How did the master get here?”
The guard at the door was an old soldier who had retired from the battlefield. When he saw Feng Yong coming with the most important figures in Nanxiang County, he thought something big had happened, and his hands were already on the handle of the knife at his waist. , good vigilance.
“It’s okay, don’t be nervous.”
Feng Yong reassured her, "I'm just bringing people here to take a look, and you can do your work. By the way, take this girl to the canteen when the time comes, give her a meat pie, and put it on my head."
Meat pancakes are a precious thing among the servants, and the old soldiers only eat them once every few days. Therefore, without Feng Yong's first name, the old soldiers can't get it.
“Yes, the villain understands.”
The old soldier didn't ask any more questions, and immediately stepped aside to let Feng Yong and others enter the school.
The school is noisy and quiet at the same time.
What is noisy is the endless sound of reading, but what is quiet is that except for the sound of reading, there is no other sound.
It gives people an immediate feeling of awe.
“You wait and wait outside.”
The classrooms in the school were arranged by Feng Yong according to later generations.
Anyway, there is a lot of wood these days, and there are trees all over the mountains and fields. You can cut them down at will. In addition, Feng Yong has many people, so the tables and chairs are quite complete.
Since we have gypsum ore and lime ore on hand, we can use chalk freely.
Pen and paper are too precious, so each student has either a wooden board or a slate in front of him, and he must bring his own.
There are a few lines written on the blackboard, which are exactly a few sentences from "The Thousand-Character Classic", Fengzhuang's specialty Mongolian study book.
The gentleman on the podium was shaking his head and reciting a sentence, and the students below followed him in unison.
What makes Jiang Wan feel strange is that there are some weird characters written on top of those words, and he doesn’t know what they are.
What surprised him even more was that the students sitting inside were both male and female, both Hu and Han.
But all of them were sitting upright, with their hands folded on the table and their eyes fixed on it. The child sitting closest to the window did not turn around even if he felt someone standing outside the window. One glance.
Jiang Wan listened to the childish sound of reading, his eyes were in a daze, and he didn't know how long it took before he turned around, gently waved his hand to the people behind him, and then left lightly, as if his footsteps were getting heavier. It seems like the points will affect the children inside.
After walking far, he was about to speak, but he heard a sound coming from a room next to him. He was curious and looked carefully. From the window, he could see that there were children sitting inside, but there was no sound of reading. So I walked over again.
This classroom is teaching mathematics at this time, and the teacher is Amei.
Since Amei no longer has to be with Feng Yong to serve him at all times, she has more time for herself.
So Feng Yong asked her to come to the school to teach two mathematics classes every day.
The literate gentleman Feng Yongque, because he had made a deal with the He family, and the He family sent him some unscrupulous literati.
The so-called unscrupulous literati means that as long as you give them money and food, they will teach you whatever you want them to do - you can even ask them to brainwash students and say that Feng Tibi is the kind of unscrupulous person who can come down to earth.
When Liu Bei entered Shu, not everyone supported it, there were always some who opposed it.
History later proved that Liu Bei was the winner. If those opponents were famous and talented, it would be easier to talk about it, and they would be appeased if they talked less.
Even people from aristocratic families have nothing to do. The most they can do is close the door and enjoy themselves.
The worst thing was the small landowners or the "unappreciated" literati who followed behind and cheered. They wanted to get some soup to drink, but they didn't expect that the owner of the pot had changed, so in the end they had to find a place to hide.
As long as the big man is still here, it is impossible for these people to get ahead.
The He family is also a wealthy family, so for the sake of reputation, they also took in some of them.
Later, He forgot to make a PY transaction with a certain country turtle. After knowing the needs of the country turtle, he packaged these people and sent them over.
There is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the earth. If anyone still wants to be moral, Feng Tibi dares to ask him to pick up soap. Of course, there is no soap at this time, but there are many things that can be picked up, right?
So for the current number of students, there are enough teachers to teach literacy, but there is a shortage of people to teach mathematics.
In addition to Amei, Feng Yong himself often comes to teach mathematics himself. In fact, he is also the principal of this school.
“That female gentleman, what do you teach?”
Unable to understand the characters on the blackboard, Jiang Wan asked shamelessly and kept his voice as low as possible.
“Arithmetic.”
Feng Yong replied.
In Feng Tubie's view, it is not enough to be literate. You must at least learn basic mathematics to be a qualified labor force.
Otherwise, just look at the looms in textile workshops today and you will know that each one looks similar, but in fact each one has a different scale.
As long as one part inside is broken, the loom must be completely dismantled, the dimensions of the parts inside must be remeasured, and then a new part must be polished and installed.
How to establish a parts standardization system without unified standards for numbers and units?
Although ancient Chinese civilization was very advanced, others also had their strengths.
For example, Arabic numerals produced by body poisoning, how can we throw away such a good thing? Let me use it so that the unfilial descendants in the future can have another achievement that they can be proud of.
So Arabic numerals became Feng Tubie's invention, or something from his school.
Since this kind of numbers are currently only circulated in textile workshops, it is normal that Jiang Wan cannot understand the numbers on the blackboard.
At this moment, the school bell rang "dang dang dang" several times, and Amei said something in the classroom. Then the students stood upright one after another, bowed and bent down together, and shouted together, "Thank you, Mr. .”
After getting Amei’s permission, the students poured out of the front and back doors with a roar.
When they saw the mountain chief standing outside, they all consciously bowed their heads and saluted, and then ran away.
The look in Jiang Wan's eyes became more solemn. He grabbed a child and asked, "A rope is folded three times and is two feet long. How long is this rope?"
The student was a little panicked and just stared at the old man, but was speechless.
“Don’t be afraid, think carefully and you will be able to answer.”
Amei went out and saw her student looking scared, so she comforted him softly.
So the student started to count with his fingers, and after calculating for a while, he stammered, "Eight...ah, no, it's six feet."
Jiang Wan nodded and let go of his hand.
The student glanced at Feng Yong, and Feng Yong nodded, indicating that he could leave, and then he ran away quickly.
“I have met the Lord.”
Amei bowed to Feng Yong.
“No need to be polite, this is Angel Jiang from Jincheng.”
“Your servant has seen an angel.”
Amei quickly knelt down and saluted.
“Servant?”
Jiang Wan's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Yong in horror, "Is she a maid?"
"Oh, she is my maid. I also teach her some things on weekdays. She is quite talented, so I asked her to teach arithmetic as well."
Looking at Feng Tubiao's nonchalant expression, Jiang Wan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
Although he was very well-educated, he almost couldn't help but curse.
A servant who can learn arithmetic and not just speak, can actually be an arithmetic teacher, so you don’t take it seriously?
What to install?
"Today, there are people buying things together. Each person contributes eight coins, and there is a surplus of three coins. Each person contributes seven coins, and there is less than four coins. How many people are there, and how much does the item cost? Do you know how to explain it?"
Jiang Wan looked at Amei and suddenly asked.
This is a very simple quadratic equation problem, which can be regarded as the top mathematics problem in the world today.
What a pity that he met Amei, a rare genius.
Amélie thought for a moment and then replied, "Seven people, fifty-three dollars."
At this time, Feng Tubao was still calculating silently in his mind. Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan turned around suddenly, held his hand tightly, and stared at him, "Is she really your maid?"
rng actually lost? ! Lost? ! What the hell! I almost didn't feel like typing... What a mess! ! Pooh!
(End of this chapter)