farming female castellan

Chapter 182 I don't know, it's also dereliction of duty
"How old are you?" Yang Hong asked Chen Zhongyan.

"I am nine years old this year, and I am currently ranked seventh." Chen Zhongyan said.The other children also introduced their ages and ranks one by one.

"He's two years younger than me." Thinking of this, Yang Hong became more and more depressed.

Chen Zhongyan handed the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand to Yang Hong, and sat there watching everyone's endorsement.Yang Hong looked at it for a while, and then began to recite it.He did not remember some sentences clearly.

After memorizing the books for a while, everyone started to write.After Yang Hong wrote for a while, he felt the focused atmosphere in the classroom, which was obviously different from the atmosphere under the watchful eyes of the master in the school.

On the wall were two twine ropes, on which were hung little clips.Each child clips the works for easy appreciation.Yang Hong was hit again, and many people could write better than him.

Chen Ying and Chen Xiu are girls, he thinks it's normal to write badly, but why is Chen Ya only six years old, and her handwriting is so beautiful?
"This girl is very talented, much better than her brother." Chen Zhongyan boasted without humility.Chen Zhongzhu was not angry either, and smiled cheerfully.

Chen Zhongliang was only seven years old, Liu Dingkang was only seven years old, and Liu Chenfeng was only eight years old, surpassing them, Yang Hong felt that the victory was invincible.

"How many years have you studied?" Yang Hong turned his attention to Chen Zhonglin.

"I've only been studying for three months. I used to be poor, so I didn't have to study." Chen Zhonglin's answer poked his heart out.Chen Zhongmei added another knife: "My family is also very poor. Fortunately, I was adopted by my eldest sister, so I have the opportunity to study."

"You can write so well in only three months?" Yang Hong couldn't accept it.

"We practice for one or two hours every day, thinking that we must practice calligraphy well from the beginning, so that we can write beautifully every day in the future." Chen Zhongmei said.

"We study late, so we dare not be lazy." Chen Zhonglin added.

Everyone commented on the words, and began to write a second time.Yang Hong's handwriting improved this time, and he couldn't help laughing.

Next came the mathematics class. Chen Zhongyan talked about addition and subtraction of decimals.Yang Hong looked at those unfamiliar symbols and felt very strange.

"This is a kind of number symbol. The elder sister taught it that it is more convenient for counting and calculation." Chen Zhongyan was still in charge of explaining the number.

The children abused Cui Yunlang once, and this time they abused Yang Hong gently again.

Yang Hong feels that the abuse he has suffered in the past 11 years is not as much as he has suffered in a day and a half.He looked at Yang Yun, and Yang Yun had a smile on his face, without any expression of abuse.

"How does my sister feel about their homework?"

"It's all very good, I admire it very much." Yang Yun didn't hesitate.

Liu Huaijin has been watching all this silently, without interrupting.

"Let's go get presents." Chen Zhongyan said.

The boys went to the room together, Chen Zhongyan gave a dagger, Chen Zhongzhu gave a slingshot, Chen Zhongpur and Chen Zhongmei both had poetry collections, and Chen Zhongliang gave a sandalwood hairpin.What the Liu family gave were jewelry and jade.

Yang Hong stared at the dagger, unable to put it down.He had never seen such a fine dagger.

"What did your family do before?" He blurted out.

Chen Zhongyan's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "As an official, I was kidnapped."

"No wonder your knowledge is so good. Your school and master must be very good, right? Then you go back?"

"I don't want to go back now, it's good here."

"Why don't you go back? You can continue to study when you go back."

"I can also study here." Chen Zhongyan smiled lightly.

"They don't know the books you have read. Who do you discuss with? You can go to the academy when you go back. If you have any questions, you can ask your teacher. You can also have a book boy. There is nothing here." Yang Hong said.

The expressions of the children changed.

"My brother-in-law is very knowledgeable, I can discuss it with my brother-in-law."

"Does uncle have any fame? When you go back, you will be the son of an official family. Isn't it better than staying in a farm?" Yang Hong said a lot without knowing it.

Chen Zhongyan still had a faint smile: "If you were in the farmhouse, what would you do?"

Yang Hong was stunned: "Why should I think this way? My father is already a county magistrate. If my family background is better, I can also enter a better school and have a better teacher."

Liu Huaijin sighed silently, and Yang Yun lowered his head.

"Have you asked Tang for leave? Are you staying here for a few more days, or going back earlier?" Chen Zhongyan asked him.

Yang Hong was stunned again, the family asked them to visit their relatives, and he didn't know whether to stay a few days longer or stay a few days less.He is still very willing to read and write here.

"Let's go back today, and we can come back to play later." Yang Yun said.

Yang Hong couldn't keep up with his status: "Can I still ride horses and shoot arrows in the afternoon?"

"Sure, it doesn't take much time to shoot an arrow, and it doesn't take long to go back in a carriage." Chen Zhongyan said.

"Then I want to ride a horse." After all, Yang Hong is a boy.

In the afternoon they arranged horseback riding, and Zhang Ci was in charge of teaching Yang Hong.He sat on horseback, shy and proud.

Zhang Ci explained the essentials to him, took the rein and led the horse to run, and Yang Hong shook his body excitedly.

"Have you seen the rice? This year's output is very high." Zhang Ci said.

"Really?" Yang Hong was very happy, but only very happy, and didn't ask any other questions.

"Guess how much rice can be harvested from one mu of land here?" Zhang Ci asked again.

"Are there five stones?" Yang Hong was not quite sure.

"Do you know how many stones were produced before?"

Yang Hong shook his head.

Zhang Ci also shook his head, then County Magistrate Yang is not a good teacher.

"Usually, those who grow grain just after the wasteland is reclaimed can only harvest one or two shi of grain; medium-sized fields can harvest two or three shi of grain; and high-quality fertile land does not exceed five shi of grain." Zhang Ci said, Yang Hong listened indifferently.

"But the fields here have harvested seven or eight stones of grain," Zhang Ci said.

"So many?" Yang Hong was surprised, "Then it can be sold for a lot of money, right?"

"It's not much, because the price of grain is very cheap. Two million catties of grain are only five hundred guan."

"Only five hundred guan?" Yang Hong felt that five hundred guan was insignificant.

"There is a lot of food, and many people are greedy, so they come to grab the food."

Yang Hong looked at the golden rice fields on both sides of the river, and asked, "Have you kept the food?"

"I kept it, and all the food grabbers were beaten away."

"Oh."

Zhang Ci looked at him and said word by word: "The county government did not stop such a bad act of grabbing food, did not go to investigate, and did not try to arrest it. It is a serious dereliction of duty."

Yang Hong was stunned: "Those who don't know are not guilty, my father doesn't know, right?"

Zhang Ci chuckled: "I don't know, it's also dereliction of duty."

Yang Hong's expression changed: "What will happen then?"

(End of this chapter)