Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 222 The name of the village school

Everyone felt relieved after hearing this.

The most depressing thing for them over the years is to go to Jiangxia Village to study for a few years. Everything is not equal.

With the last four equals, everyone has almost no objection, and they all say that they will send Xiaowa here tomorrow.

Ding Shitou put up an air of not being shocked by honor or disgrace, but his heart was overjoyed.

There are 28 here, 43 in the village, and 43 students in the school. The enlightenment is one or two courses, which is [-] taels of silver per month.

Growing vegetables and selling them will definitely not earn this price, and the time period will be longer than this.

It's no wonder that the integrity of the old scholar will fall in front of Wai Cun Shuxiu, which is no worse than opening a shop.

Of course, after three months, her price will be 21 cents, so there will be an income of [-] taels.

After the running water mat dispersed that day, Ding Shitou didn't care about the aftermath, and handed it over to Ding Dian and Jiang Huzi.

She went back to the house and sat down at the desk, began to grind ink, and opened the list that she had made long ago.

Nowadays, if you want to open a school and become a teacher, you can't save ink as before, and you must pay attention to the image of reading.

The sunlight outside illuminated the room through the open window, and it also illuminated Ding Shitou's writing figure at his desk, making people passing under the window look at him curiously.

Looking at Ding Shitou's writing posture, he has been studying all year round, which also reassures many people in the village, and they are all looking forward to the trial reading tomorrow.

Ding Shitou planted a few sheets of bamboo paper and divided them into six registers by village.

The rules are written in teeny lowercase letters on the first page, and the name registration begins on the second page. Next to the children is the parent's signature column.

Start to leave blanks below, and draw the table with black charcoal at night. From now on, you will know who is full and who is absent every day after roll call.

The division by village is to think that if new school children are sent from each village in the future, they will be added directly to the back.Or this page is full, and it will be continued in the following rounds.

The number of pages is mainly counted in a year-by-year cycle, and then a few pages are left blank to be stapled with needlework to make a thread-bound book.

Looking at the roster piled up on the table, as well as the neatly stacked school rules, teaching plans, and preliminary subjects, Ding Shitou found himself in trouble again.

She knew that the village school of the old scholar was called Jiangxia School.

Could it be that she wants to be called Nancheng School?In addition to following the trend and losing its characteristics, it also does not conform to her development path of treating people equally.

But she didn't dare to use "Academy" as the name, and the Ding family's name was too small.

Alas, if only Zhao Jian was here, he would definitely give her a move with a look of disgust...

Zhao Jian's figure ran out, Ding Shitou shook his head violently, immediately got up and walked around the room twice, pressing Zhao Jian in his heart not to think about him.

Hearing the sound of calling out to set up a table for dinner, walking to the window and seeing the excited expressions of the little village children playing in the yard, I suddenly had an idea.

—— Jiujiu School.

It not only takes the meaning of ninety-nine returning to one, repeating the cycle, but also the familiarity of the ninety-nine formulas, and the numbers are easy to write and recognize, which is beneficial for school children to remember.

After dinner, Ding Shitou wrote on the split bamboo tube: study hard and make progress every day, and wrote "Jiujiu School" on the other piece.

I can see that everyone agrees, saying that the name of this village school has a good meaning, and the couplets are also good. The words are shallow and deep, and there is culture at a glance.

Of course, no one mentioned the majestic and complicated long couplets in front of Jiangxia School.

For farmers, these simple words make people understand the truth and expectations at a glance.

After the ink was dry, carpenter Wang carefully painted it with resin paint, let it dry overnight, and hung it at the door of the open house the next morning.

The Jiujiu School was formally established, and the village chief even set off firecrackers, saying it was auspicious.

(End of this chapter)