Chapter 80
"Little ones, listen up. If you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences. Don't blame others for your mistakes. Only when you know your mistakes can you correct them. Only by correcting your mistakes, you are a good person worthy of praise."
Ding Shitou looked at the backs of those women and suddenly said loudly.
"Understood." The village boys responded enthusiastically after listening to Ding Shitou's previous words and being praised.The teenagers also expressed their opinions one after another, unwilling to fall behind the younger brothers.
Ding Shitou asked two teenagers to go to the village to pick some Sophora japonica flowers, and then asked Xiaofu sisters to crack the eggs quickly to check the quality. Except for a few egg yolks that were a little loose, everything else was fine.
When the last woman also handed over the egg, he started to make dough.
After the village chief confirmed it was correct, he left without even taking a sip of tea.
Ding Shitou poured out the remaining noodles in the bathtub, and scooped up another basin from the rice jar.
The boy who carried the water came back, poured the water into the tank, and shouted to bring another load back.
When the young man who picked the shepherd's purse came back, the sisters Xiaofu immediately began to wash the shepherd's purse. The remaining raw buns had already been steamed, and the steam started to come out at this time.
The fragrance overflowed, and the village boys started to smash their mouths again, and then they were laughed at each other, laughing and laughing.
Ding Shitou thought about gaining a firm foothold in the village in the future. Those shallow-sighted women must be unreliable. It is better to develop these children to become his fans. In a few years, they will be teenagers.
"Goofy, are you all enlightened?" Ding Shishitou was making stuffing for buns while talking to the village boys lying on their stomachs outside the fence.
"No, my father said to wait another two years, and go to school with my younger brother, so I can take care of him." Gouwa is seven or eight years old, and he speaks clearly. He is considered to be the oldest among a dozen village children.
"Are you also waiting for your younger brother?" Ding Shitou looked at the others, some were six or seven years old, some were only five or six years old, and some were three or four years old, running behind the little brothers.
Such children are just about to go to school, but they are still playing in the village.
Nancheng Village is more than three miles away from Hangzhou, which is regarded as the outskirts of the city. The village is not small, and there is no village school.
She asked Jiang Huzi because there were no scholars in Nancheng Village who could run a school. It would be too costly to recruit from outside, and no scholar would like to stay in the village because they were all busy taking the imperial examinations.
But in Jiangxia Village next door, there is an old scholar who failed the provincial examination more than ten times. He raised his son to study at home, and opened a village school by the way, taking in more than 20 schoolchildren.
This was only reluctantly accepted when the villages increased Shuxiu, otherwise they would be enough to say ten.
Therefore, difficulty in studying for rural children is a big problem. Anyone who can come out and have studied for a few years is considered a cultural person.
In Nancheng Village, there are still some people who go to school there. For example, the second grandson of the village head is going to school, and he is preparing for the entrance examination for children.
Wang Cuihua's two brothers were also there, and the Chen family had several children.
These are families in the village who can afford it. For example, Jiang Huzi has been in school for a few years and then has not. There are many families in this situation.
"Then how about I teach you to read Tang poems?" Ding Shitou suggested when he saw that some of the village boys were nodding, some were shaking their heads, and some were bewildered.
"Okay!" Everyone said in unison, their eyes sparkling.Tang poetry and so on, they have heard adults say that people who can recite Tang poetry are very good.
Ding Shitou was also very happy to see that everyone was highly motivated.
Give the stuffing of the reconciled buns to Sister Xiaofu, wash them, then go to the fence, explain to them what the poem is and what it means, and then teach them sentence by sentence.
(End of this chapter)
"Little ones, listen up. If you do something wrong, you have to bear the consequences. Don't blame others for your mistakes. Only when you know your mistakes can you correct them. Only by correcting your mistakes, you are a good person worthy of praise."
Ding Shitou looked at the backs of those women and suddenly said loudly.
"Understood." The village boys responded enthusiastically after listening to Ding Shitou's previous words and being praised.The teenagers also expressed their opinions one after another, unwilling to fall behind the younger brothers.
Ding Shitou asked two teenagers to go to the village to pick some Sophora japonica flowers, and then asked Xiaofu sisters to crack the eggs quickly to check the quality. Except for a few egg yolks that were a little loose, everything else was fine.
When the last woman also handed over the egg, he started to make dough.
After the village chief confirmed it was correct, he left without even taking a sip of tea.
Ding Shitou poured out the remaining noodles in the bathtub, and scooped up another basin from the rice jar.
The boy who carried the water came back, poured the water into the tank, and shouted to bring another load back.
When the young man who picked the shepherd's purse came back, the sisters Xiaofu immediately began to wash the shepherd's purse. The remaining raw buns had already been steamed, and the steam started to come out at this time.
The fragrance overflowed, and the village boys started to smash their mouths again, and then they were laughed at each other, laughing and laughing.
Ding Shitou thought about gaining a firm foothold in the village in the future. Those shallow-sighted women must be unreliable. It is better to develop these children to become his fans. In a few years, they will be teenagers.
"Goofy, are you all enlightened?" Ding Shishitou was making stuffing for buns while talking to the village boys lying on their stomachs outside the fence.
"No, my father said to wait another two years, and go to school with my younger brother, so I can take care of him." Gouwa is seven or eight years old, and he speaks clearly. He is considered to be the oldest among a dozen village children.
"Are you also waiting for your younger brother?" Ding Shitou looked at the others, some were six or seven years old, some were only five or six years old, and some were three or four years old, running behind the little brothers.
Such children are just about to go to school, but they are still playing in the village.
Nancheng Village is more than three miles away from Hangzhou, which is regarded as the outskirts of the city. The village is not small, and there is no village school.
She asked Jiang Huzi because there were no scholars in Nancheng Village who could run a school. It would be too costly to recruit from outside, and no scholar would like to stay in the village because they were all busy taking the imperial examinations.
But in Jiangxia Village next door, there is an old scholar who failed the provincial examination more than ten times. He raised his son to study at home, and opened a village school by the way, taking in more than 20 schoolchildren.
This was only reluctantly accepted when the villages increased Shuxiu, otherwise they would be enough to say ten.
Therefore, difficulty in studying for rural children is a big problem. Anyone who can come out and have studied for a few years is considered a cultural person.
In Nancheng Village, there are still some people who go to school there. For example, the second grandson of the village head is going to school, and he is preparing for the entrance examination for children.
Wang Cuihua's two brothers were also there, and the Chen family had several children.
These are families in the village who can afford it. For example, Jiang Huzi has been in school for a few years and then has not. There are many families in this situation.
"Then how about I teach you to read Tang poems?" Ding Shitou suggested when he saw that some of the village boys were nodding, some were shaking their heads, and some were bewildered.
"Okay!" Everyone said in unison, their eyes sparkling.Tang poetry and so on, they have heard adults say that people who can recite Tang poetry are very good.
Ding Shitou was also very happy to see that everyone was highly motivated.
Give the stuffing of the reconciled buns to Sister Xiaofu, wash them, then go to the fence, explain to them what the poem is and what it means, and then teach them sentence by sentence.
(End of this chapter)
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