I climb the fairy ladder by farming

"Oh--"

The sharp and high-pitched crowing of the rooster tore through the night sky, and the pale sun climbed up from the top of the mountain to the sky, covering the shadow of the moon in the west, and scattered thousands of soft and bright sun rays.

Last night, Zhang Zheng and her husband sat down on the case and talked at night by candlelight. Most of the time, it was the husband who told the story of her husband and the situation of every child in the village. The stories were very complicated, chaotic and intertwined. .

Early this morning, the two woke up after hearing the crowing of the rooster. They hurriedly got up and went to the private school to give lectures to the children. As a monk, Zhang Zheng was full of energy, and it would not be a problem if he did not sleep for several years.

But Mr. is only a mortal body, and the result of such a night of tossing is that there are two heavy dark circles under his eyes, which are black and black, which is very frightening.

After finally surviving school at Youshi, Zhang Zheng helped her husband back to the room. Seeing her husband fall asleep after getting wet on the bed, Zhang Zheng grinned and went back to the private school resignedly to correct the homework handed in by the children.

There is no limit to the knowledge taught in private schools from the age of six. Most children only learn to read at the age of twelve or thirteen, and stop learning when they know the etiquette.

The rare two or three children will continue to study, but the rest of their studies are to teach classics and ancient books. Those two or three children only study for less than half a year and are no longer interested. Take a break from school.

Now the youngest student in the private school is six years old, and the oldest is 11 years old. The homework is not difficult. It is a copy book and picture scene arranged according to the situation of each student.

While Zhang Zheng was correcting his homework, he was fascinated by the incoherent words of his husband last night. When he spoke, his emotions were changeable, and he couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or sadness, or relief or sadness.

"A long time ago, the children in the village were very smart and eager to learn. Many students were only [-] years old, and even some students asked their husband about their homework before they died..."

"Now the villagers are not very happy to let their children continue their studies..."

Zhang Zheng's eyes fell on a thin piece of paper in his hand, with the word "De" written all over it in crooked ink.

In fact, she also has doubts, why such an isolated village pays so much attention to knowledge and despises knowledge.

Every school-age child must come to a private school, but they only learn to read and understand the etiquette and don't go further.

Emphasis on teaching and despise learning, so contradictory.

To put it bluntly, it is just such a closed village that will never see the outside world. The children in it repeat the old roads that their parents walked, farming and farming, and having children. Maybe they will never use these books and words. How about learning to read?

Maybe it's out of respect for the gentlemen or maybe it's out of respect for knowledge, in order to keep the village from returning to the wild, and in order not to forget the roots and the gratitude.

Zhang Zheng could only convince herself like this, after all, she couldn't find a second answer.

The homework was half approved, and Yi Lanshan and Yan Shaoting just happened to go back to their private school, wandering around the village for most of the day, seeing the dispirited expressions of the two, it was obvious that they got nothing.

Yan Shaoting fell down on the desk in depression, Yi Lanshan and Zhang Zheng looked at each other and smiled, and sat cross-legged on the mat, closing their eyes and resting their minds.

Just after grading homework, Zhang Zheng was going to take a stroll in the village. Just as he stepped out of the private school's courtyard, a child named Mu Jinmian ran over in a hurry and almost bumped into Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng put his hand against his head, "Is the butt on fire? You're in such a hurry."

Mu Jinmian raised his head, tears welled up in his eyes, full of uneasiness and fear.

He pointed in the direction of the village entrance, his fingers trembling, "A few strangers came from outside the village just now, and they wanted to enter the village, but Fourth Uncle Tu... refused to let them in, so they beat... Fourth Uncle Tu..." , I was bleeding from the beating. Uncle Jin brought a few uncles and uncles to block the village entrance, and told me to come and find Mr.

Outside monks!He also shot and hurt people, it seems that the visitor is not good this time.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold, and he wiped away Mu Jinmian's tears, and said as gently as possible: "Jin Mian is an older child, don't cry, Mr. is in the room behind the private school, you go to her right now, I'll start Go to the entrance of the village to have a look."

Mu Jinmian nodded vigorously, and ran to find her husband.

Zhang Zheng glanced at the empty village road. It was inconvenient for her to reveal her identity, so perhaps she could use Lan Shan and Yan Shaoting's status as monks to warn the visitors.

Furthermore, this is also a breakthrough for them to stay in the village.

Figured this out, Zhang Zheng turned around and opened the door of the private school, and explained the situation with Yi Lanshan.

"Perhaps we can use this to make the villagers feel grateful to you, and then it will be easier to stay in the village or find a way out."

Yi Lanshan pondered for a while, her eyes flickered, what she said was indeed reasonable, which was of great benefit to them.

"Thank you fellow daoist Zhang for your help, so we will go there quickly, so that those monks won't hurt more villagers."

"Okay, let's go now."

The three of them walked quickly all the way, and soon arrived at the entrance of the village. A circle of villagers had already surrounded the entrance of the village. The air was filled with a stagnant and solemn atmosphere, and there was a faint sense of anger flying around, which was about to explode.

Mr. is loved and respected in the village, and even Zhang Zheng, who is very close to him, is also respected and loved by the villagers.

Seeing that Zhang Zheng was coming, the villagers stepped aside one after another, but the eyes that landed on Yi Lanshan and the two behind Zhang Zheng were mixed with hidden anger.

Yan Shaoting pursed his lips and snorted disdainfully. A group of stupid guys dare to anger him. When he comes forward to save them, they will be grateful to him immediately.

Zhang Zheng first saw five imposing people outside the village, three men and two women, with haughty expressions and extremely arrogant arrogance.

The five of them were dressed in similar costumes, with precious jade sachets on their waists, and each of them held a big knife, showing their sharpness.

The five of them did not pay any attention to Zhang Zheng, who was dressed as a villager, and stared straight at Yi Lanshan and Yan Shaoting behind her.

There was no sign of the husband, nor the figure of the Fourth Uncle Tu, Zhang Zheng asked the serious and tense village head beside him in a low voice, "Village Chief, where are the Fourth Uncle Tu and Mr.?"

Only then did the village head notice Zhang Zheng, his pupils trembled, and he shouted nervously, "What are you doing here?"

Suspiciousness flashed across Zhang Zheng's eyes under his subconscious slap, and he disappeared without a trace when he opened his eyes again, "I brought the two foreign guests yesterday, and they said that maybe they can help Repay the village for taking us in."

The village chief soon realized that he had reacted too violently, and said with a cheeky smile, "I'm not scolding girl Zhang, or I'm too worried. It's dangerous here, and it's worrying for children to come here."

She is not a child, Zhang Zheng knew it was a clumsy lie, but nodded in cooperation, smiling innocently and harmlessly.

The village chief looked suspiciously at the two foreign strangers who were facing each other, and answered Zhang Zheng's first question.

"Mr. took your Fourth Uncle Tu to the ancestral land to heal his wounds, or you should go back first and wait in the private school. It's dangerous here."

Zhang Zheng was unwilling to leave, and changed the subject: "Don't worry, the village chief, let's see what they say first."

Finally, one of the five couldn't hold back.

The male cultivator with triangular eyes straightened his chest and angrily asked Yi Lanshan and the two of them, "As dignified monks, do you want to be in the company of mortals! What a shame!"

Dare to call him shameful!
Yan Shaoting has never suffered from such a temper at such an age, and all the anger he received in the village exploded, pointing at people's noses and yelling.

"What are you? How dare you point me out! It's better for me to be with dogs than to be with you scumbags who treat human life like nothing! These days, it's true that any kind of shit can cultivate immortality, God doesn't keep your eyes open See what he gave to Linggen."

"you you……"

The male cultivator with slanted eyes was so angry that his complexion was distorted, his eyes were crooked and his nose was slanted.