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Chapter 86 0084 [You want to kill us? 】

The arrival of Nie Dong and others will not only serve as instructors, but also help train soldiers.

At the same time, it completes the rules in the army, such as the reward and punishment system.

Under their suggestion, Han Zhen re-enacted the reward system, which is more perfect and reasonable than before.

That is to say, all the money seized during the war will be included in the account of the army, and the rewards will be calculated based on military merit and position.

Behead one level and reward money four times.

If there are merits such as capturing the enemy general alive and ascending first, they will be rewarded according to the specific military exploits.

In addition, there are additional rewards for the first-class positions of team leader and capital.

It is almost a copy of the Xijun, the only difference is that the Xijun does not pay, but Han Zhen pays!

If such an army has no combat power, then Han Zhenzhen has nothing to say.

……

Under the night, several bonfires were lit in the open space not far from the cottage.

A hundred or so soldiers sat cross-legged in a semicircle.

Except for Wang Wu, who was seriously injured, all the soldiers came.

Han Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, and a blackboard stood beside him.

This blackboard was made by Carpenter Chen earlier. Several long wooden boards were spliced ​​together using a mortise and tenon structure, and then a thick layer of raw lacquer was painted on the front.

Wait for the raw lacquer to solidify, and a simple blackboard will be ready.

As for chalk...he already has a lime kiln, can't he still make chalk?

In addition, each soldier holds a small blackboard, which is square and only the size of an adult's palm.

When Han Zhen wrote a word on the blackboard, they also learned to write on the small blackboard with chalk.

This is much more convenient than a sand table, small and light, you can put it in your arms when not in use, and you can take it out to write at any time when you are resting.

The villagers can be taught by other people, but these soldiers must be taught by Han Zhen himself.

This is a great opportunity to gain authority and build closer relationships.

As for why these soldiers come to class obediently, the reason is very simple.

Han Zhen only said one sentence: It's up to you whether you want to learn or not, but if you want to be promoted in the future, you must be able to read and write.

After writing a simplified Chinese word 'I' on the blackboard, Han Zhen said loudly: "This word reads me, which means I and Wu. Do you understand?"

All the soldiers nodded in unison.

Seeing this, Han Zhen said: "Now that you understand, let's start imitating it now!"

After silently counting to one hundred in his heart, he said loudly: "It's time, hold up the small blackboard when you finish writing."

Swish!
Most of the soldiers held up the small blackboard, while a small number of people looked embarrassed.

Seeing this, Han Zhen pointed to the open space in the middle: "Old rules, those who haven't finished writing come out, twenty push-ups!"

All of a sudden, the soldiers who hadn't finished writing got up one after another and came to the open space, lay down on the ground and started doing push-ups.

This can not only have the effect of punishment, but also exercise the body, killing two birds with one stone.

Nie Dong wheezed and wheezed for twenty times, got up without blushing or panting, and said, "This method is quite interesting, it can actually exercise the effect of arm strength, and it can be popularized in the army in the future."

The key is convenience, you don't need any equipment, you can do it lying on the ground.

Han Zhen sneered and said, "Don't talk about this, you have already been punished five times in a row. If you can't write it next time, you will be punished twice."

Hearing this, Nie Dong couldn't help but blushed, and said awkwardly: "Next time, definitely next time."

Seeing the soldiers on the side grinning silly, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you laughing? You have done it five times!"

"Clam!"

The soldier's smile faltered.

After teaching ten characters, Han Zhen announced that the get out of class was over.

These people don't know a single character, and learning ten characters a day is already the limit, so we can't expect too much from them.

What's more, Han Zhen taught simplified characters, because there are fewer strokes, so it is easier to write.

In fact, during the Northern Song Dynasty, simplified characters were already very common, mostly in letters.

During this period of time, he has always used simplified characters in his correspondence with Changzhi County, so Changzhi County can still understand it.

After writing the ten words taught today on the blackboard stroke by stroke, Han Zhen tapped on the blackboard and ordered: "Read more and write more in your spare time. I will spot check your homework when I teach tomorrow night."

"Order!"

The soldiers answered feebly.

Especially Nie Dong, who called him to fight the enemy without batting an eye.

But learning to read and write was really killing him.

There are only a few strokes of characters, but the chalk just doesn't work in my hand, as if I have been possessed by a demon.

Han Zhen said coldly: "Speak up, I didn't hear you clearly!"

"Order!"

The soldiers shuddered and shouted at the top of their voices.

Only then did Han Zhen nodded in satisfaction, dropped the chalk, and rode his horse all the way back to the house.

In the hall of the Second Academy, Mrs. Han Zhang, An Niang and others are also teaching at the moment.

An Niang, Fang Sansan, and Siniang will manage the shop next, so it's okay if they can't read and count.

Not to mention Han Zhang, who now helps her uncle manage the small warehouse, but in fact, she doesn't know how much money is in the small warehouse.

Too much!
With her arithmetic level, it is really countless.

There is no other way but to learn from them.

Seeing Han Zhen's return, Fang Sansan's eyes lit up with a bitter face, and he got up quickly and said, "Ah Lang is back, I'll take care of Alang to wash up."

"sit down!"

Han Zhen scolded, and said coldly: "Study hard, if you don't learn well by then, see how I will deal with you!"

"Oh."

Fang Sansan sat down again with his little thoughts exposed, his round face turned bitter again.

……

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That night.

In Xiaodong Village, there was silence.

Around the second watch, the door of a straw hut was pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, the family of six went out with big bags and small bags on their backs, and ran out of the village quickly under the faint starlight.

But before he took two steps, the voice of the night rang out a shout.

"It's not good, Zhang Qiao has run away!"

"Come on people!"

This shout broke the silence, and the villagers of Xiaodong Village woke up from their sleep.

The six members of Zhang Qiao's family did not run away after all, but were stopped by villagers halfway.

Li Chang was holding a cane, looking at Zhang Qiao, who was tied up on the ground, and scolded: "You bastard, you have run away for a hundred times by yourself, but what should we do?"

"You bird man, you want to kill us!"

Lu Da pushed aside the crowd, rushed forward, and kicked Zhang Qiao hard on the heart.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Qiao cried out in pain and lay on his back on the ground.

Zhang Qiao's mother-in-law cried, "Master, just let our family go. There are six people in my family, and we have to pay a full 36 yuan. The family has only eight acres of dry land. Even if we sell them all, we still can't pay the tax!"

Dry fields are not high-quality fertile fields, and they cannot be sold for a good price at all.

Moreover, all the villages are currently collecting personal money. I am afraid that there are not a few villagers who sell their fields, and those wealthy businessmen will definitely take the opportunity to lower prices.

If an acre of land can be sold for three to five pennies, it is already considered a high incense.

The head of the village sternly said, "Let you go, what shall we do?"

"The head of the village, please, my whole family will die if you stay!"

Zhang Qiao struggled to get up, kowtowed and begged.

Seeing him crying, the three children went in without knowing it, and cried along with him.

However, the villagers looked at them indifferently.

The head of the village was unmoved, and waved his hand: "Bring him back, so that he can be taken care of!"

Zhang Qiaomian was dragged home by the villagers like dead ashes.

Although the rope on his body was untied, he knew in his heart that his family would never be able to leave the village again.

As the door was closed, there were faint conversations from the villagers outside.

"This pickle wants to escape, really damn it."

"Fortunately, the head of the village arranged for someone to watch the night, otherwise he would have run away."

"That's right, it's okay to die by yourself, but you still want to drag us to die together!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)