Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 223

The morning is bright and the breeze is pleasant.

Many people in the village rushed over to watch the excitement when they heard the sound of firecrackers.

The village boys even ran all the way with their small bookcases on their backs, for fear that they would be late and make the boss unhappy.Some people fell down, didn't bother to cry, got up and followed.

It is a trial reading for adults, but in their hearts, today is the first day of school.

Ding Shishitou was still dressed in a bunt, and he didn't change into a long gown just because he became a wife to look decent.

At this moment, she was standing at the door of the open house with her hands behind her back. In addition, she was much taller than ordinary women, and she was full of energy and high spirits.

At this time, in the eyes of the villagers, he looked like a tall and thin young scholar.

"Hello, Boss!" The schoolchildren ran up panting, scrambling to greet each other.

"Good morning everyone!" Ding Shitou responded loudly, looking at them and said, "Have you all had breakfast?"

"Eat!" The schoolchildren also hurriedly answered.

"Okay, keep two things in mind!" Ding Shitou stretched out his finger, "First, no running or jumping after meals! Second, starting today, call the teacher! The teacher is good, not the boss."

"Got it! Hello, teacher!"

The schoolchildren have accepted Ding Shitou's advance teaching a while ago, and they are quite proficient in the rules.

"Very good, now stand in two rows and follow the teacher's movements."

Ding Shitou divided the people into two rows and stood up. He turned around and raised his right hand. Looking back, everyone followed suit, and then switched left hands.
After letting them identify the direction several times, lead them to stay where they are.

Children who have just run over must have a process of relief.

Moreover, the roll call time has not yet come, and the schoolchildren from other villages have not come yet, so they can only wait.

"Very good, everyone is doing very well!" Ding Shitou turned around after walking for a while, telling everyone not to stop, and walked over to correct the team that was getting further and further away.

"Now recite the poem I taught you before."

The schoolchildren were praised with smiles all over their faces, and their enthusiasm for reciting poems was even higher.

Everyone was reciting poems, and the schoolchildren living with relatives in the village also arrived. Seeing that the schoolchildren in Nancheng Village were already queuing up to recite poems, they were so frightened that they almost cried and did not dare to come.

In the end, it was Jiang Huzi who came with him and the others who brought them over.

"Everyone stand in the formation in front, from short to tall, the distance from front, back, left, and right is to stretch your arms." Ding Shitou did not say hello, and taught the students behind to do the same.

Because of this distance, the two rows in front couldn't stand at all, so the queue was stretched backwards to form a row of four, and the rest were all pushed back.

With the help of the teenagers, the later schoolchildren quickly stood up in their positions, followed suit, quickly found their rhythm, and showed smiles on their faces.

It's just that their smiles are a little dazed, because they don't know how to recite poems.

"Everyone has recited very well, and there are other students who have not arrived, so we will continue to recite." Ding Shitou asked everyone to do it again after a round of recitation.

The schoolchildren behind quickly followed.

The school time set by Ding Shitou is the middle of the day, that is, eight o'clock in the morning, and the team just kept walking in place, shaking their little hands and reciting poems.

Under the leadership of their parents, the schoolchildren from other villages arrived one after another and lined up one by one.

The people who watched the excitement were amazed. If there were only a dozen people at the beginning, they would not feel how spectacular it was.

Now, when I saw more than forty children standing in a large group, but their voices became more and more orderly, I felt a little excited.

Even village women can recite Tang poems. How did they ever think that they could recite Tang poems?
(End of this chapter)