I farmed and raised cubs in ancient times

Chapter 14 Fuck the Damn "No Talent is Virtue"

Jiang Ling'an thought happily.

Brother Heng was enlightened at the age of three, finished reading "The Analects" and "The Book of Songs" at the age of five, read the "Thirteen Classics" at the age of eight, and can take the scientific examination at the age of 12. All the way up, according to his qualifications, he must be unimpeded.

In addition to reading, you can also learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As a literati, how can you not be arty?

Hearing Jiang Ling'an's description of Ye Heng's future plans, Jiang Zhi could only say: Good guy, Jiang Ling'an is indeed a well-known teacher in Yong'an Town. He dares to be the second in chicken baby skills, and no one dares to be the first.

Jiang Zhi felt that the baby was not raised in this way, so she immediately carried the baby and walked out without looking at Jiang Lingan, Jiang Lingan stomped her feet anxiously.

"Father, brother Heng is young, you can worry about this in a few years later." After Jiang Zhi finished speaking, she hugged Ye Heng and got into the bullock cart.

"Hmph." Ye Heng turned his head unhappily, and stuck out his tongue at Jiang Ling'an.

"Mother, I don't like my grandfather dragging me to learn characters, just like an old monk in a temple chanting scriptures." Ye Heng pouted.

Jiang Zhi looked at Ye Heng with black lines all over her head, rubbed his hair and said, "Our Brother Heng is still young, Auntie will give you a happy childhood."

Ye Xiaomei couldn't help leaning closer to Jiang Zhi, and asked in confusion, "Sister-in-law, isn't Brother Heng studying well?"

"Reading is of course good, but Brother Heng is too young to read the Four Books and Five Classics. Next time we go to the bookstore in the county to see if there are any suitable books for Brother Heng to read."

"So that's the case." Ye Xiaomei nodded.

"Mother, Brother Heng wants to learn how to read." Ye Heng said in a childish voice.

"Really? Then mother will teach you, okay?" Jiang Zhi asked softly.

"Okay, okay." Ye Heng raised his hands in agreement.

The ox cart was walking slowly on the dirt road in the small town, when Jiang Zhi suddenly asked Ye Xiaomei, "Do you want to study, little sister?"

"read?"

Just when Ye Xiaomei was astonished, the ox driver suddenly laughed.

"Since ancient times, women have no talent and virtue. Isn't this lady limiting her to immorality by letting her daughter study?"

Jiang Zhi frowned, what kind of nonsense is this?
"Dare to ask, old man, who did you say that a woman's lack of talent is virtue?" Jiang Zhi asked.

"Uh, this old man doesn't know." The ox driver didn't expect Jiang Zhi to ask him the source of this remark, and felt bad.

"Since I don't know the source, it is regarded as hearsay without any basis; since ancient times, neither a sage nor a literary giant has made such a strong statement. This must be a sensational statement from some unknown villain. The old man must not believe it, saying such a statement He must not have a mother, he must be a freak born from nowhere." Jiang Zhi can't be described as yin and yang.

Fuck that "no talent is virtue".

Because of such a bad habit, until her time, she suffered countless looks and cold reception on the road of scientific research.

Now that she was in ancient times and had close contact with these dross, she became even angrier.

The ox driver stopped talking, he felt that he would not be able to convince the lady if he opened his mouth.

The original owner was born in a family of low-level intellectuals, and Jiang Ling'an's education was limited to "Female Precepts" and "Female Virtue", and she did not hold "women's appearance" and "women's merit". With these terms, the original owner could only recognize a few words Otherwise, Jiang Zhi would be really illiterate when she came to this world.

"I didn't expect such a insightful woman to exist in this small Yong'an Town. I thought it was just a remote place in a poor village." The man was holding a fan and sitting at the wooden table under the eaves. There were two bowls of rough tea on the table. , opposite him was another man.

The bullock cart passed by the tea stand just now, and Jiang Zhi's words happened to be heard by them.

The man saw that the woman on the bullock cart was dressed plainly, her hair was only tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, her face was not covered with makeup, and she spoke with an unbelievable seriousness. He had only seen that aura in her father.

Intuition told him that this woman was not simple.

As the ox cart drifted away, Ye Xiaomei slowly leaned on Jiang Zhi's shoulder, thinking about Jiang Zhi's words just now.

In her previous life, she was illiterate before she left, but later she got along with many dignitaries, and she always had to rely on certain means to attract them, and letting them teach her how to read was one of them.

But they are all common words, she can recognize them and understand their meanings.But when it comes to composing poems and songs, she knows nothing.

Today, my sister-in-law asked her if she wanted to study, and of course she would out of a thousand or ten thousand.

It's just that in this world, how can there be room for girls to go to school?
The ox cart traveled all the way over the mountains and ridges, and finally arrived at the village.

Jiang Ling'an had already paid, and Jiang Zhi didn't pay any more.

The bullock driver originally planned to come to visit Yejiawan, so he parked the bullock cart at the door of Yejiawan, and ran away with the wine gourd in his mouth.

Jiang Zhi looked at the cow, and the villain in her heart was drooling.

Whenever there is a cow that fell to death, it will be fine.

The two moved the rice and noodles into the house, and they didn't rest after that.Ye Heng was playing alone under the eaves, Ye Xiaomei was cooking, and Jiang Zhi was leveling the yard with a hoe.

Before doing Ye Dalang's business, the yard was trampled to pieces, and it was raining later, making it look very hideous.

For Jiang Zhi, this is her home for the rest of her life, and Yejiawan is the novice village where she started. No matter what, the place she lives in is dilapidated, but it should be clean and tidy.

This thatched house is okay in light rain, but it will leak if it rains heavily.

Jiang Zhi tidied up the yard and cooked the rice.

The three of them sat around the table, and Ye Heng tried his best to pick up the dishes with his soft hands.

At noon, eat pickled vegetable porridge with cooking cakes. There is a thin layer of sugar filling inside the cooking cakes. Take them out of the oven and bite them down. They are crispy and delicious.

After lunch, Jiang Zhi sorted out Ye Dalang's belongings.Most of the clothes were burned, leaving only two sets of pressed boxes, and the rest were books and the Four Treasures of the Study.

Books are an expensive resource that can be reproduced. Ye Dalang has no money to buy genuine books printed by the bookstore, and the box of books he left behind are all handwritten copies.

These include "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius" and other scriptures required for scientific research.

Of course, there are also children's enlightenment books, which Ye Dalang prepared for Ye Heng.

Including "Thousand Characters", "Hundred Surnames" and so on.

Although Jiang Zhi doesn't agree with Jiang Ling'an's premature baby, she can enlighten the baby and let the baby learn happily.

If the baby is given to Jiang Ling'an now, I'm afraid she will not have a well-behaved son in the future, but a bookworm.

"Little sister, before my sister-in-law asked if you wanted to study? As long as you want, sister-in-law will do what she says." Jiang Zhi looked at Ye Xiaomei.

Even if Ye Xiaomei is reborn and she can read, Jiang Zhi has to pave this cultural path for Ye Xiaomei, otherwise there is no way to explain it.

In Ye Xiaomei's perception, the original owner was literate and polite, so Jiang Zhi didn't need to explain why she was literate.

"I think, I dream about it. I have always had a question since I was a child. Why are all men who read books, why can't daughters read? Now I want to understand, everyone is stopping us, so I want to study, I want to see those men What kind of world do we yearn for?" Ye Xiaomei said firmly.

"Okay, from today onwards, I will teach you ten characters every day. If you learn it, you can find a way to give it to Brother Heng."

Little Ye Heng raised her hands: "Mother, I learn calligraphy! My grandpa is bad, I will learn from my mother."

　A woman without talent is virtue comes from Ming Chen Jiru's "An De Elder's Words": "A man who has virtue is a talent, and a woman who has no talent is a virtue." But this article is only a record, not his original creation.

　　"Poetry of a Thousand Families" by Liu Kezhuang in the Southern Song Dynasty
　　"Three Character Classic" Wang Yinglin of the Southern Song Dynasty
　　"Children's Talk" Lu Desheng, Lu Kun and his son in Ming Dynasty

　　
　
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