After introducing himself, Daozi glanced around the classroom, chose an empty seat at the front and sat down, then put down his schoolbag, and slowly gave Daohua the storybook, watercolor brush, blank album, and wooden pencil case that Daohua had prepared for him.

The arithmetic sticks and other items are neatly placed on the table.

Dao Zi protects things, and he knew how to pack his own things when he was very young. After meeting Dao Hua, he consciously or unconsciously cultivated his ability to store and organize.

Now he is still young, but he can already organize his belongings very well. He has always been tidying up his toy room, and the maids are not allowed to enter it.

Everyone was still a little stunned after Daozi introduced himself just now. When they saw the 'strange' things he took out, everyone in the classroom, including the Master, paid attention to him and silently watched his every move.

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When the rice was done, he looked up and saw that everyone was looking at him and immediately grinned.

Mom said, children who love to laugh are the most popular, so he should smile more!

Madam and other students: This person looks a little stupid?

Xiao Moreng and the others were also a little bit speechless. Of course, it was not because of Daozi's silly smile, but because they thought that Daozi had introduced himself, could they not?

Looking at the thirty or forty students in the classroom, Xiao Mozhen took a deep breath, stepped to the center, and introduced himself like Dao Zi.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xiao Moreng. This is the National Day. I will study and go to school with you in the future. Please take care of me."

After saying that, he walked behind the rice and sat down.

Next is Xiao Mokuan.

The master felt a little nervous after listening to the introductions of several people. These little guys were all named Xiao. Could they be the people he was thinking of?

At this time, the Master's eyes changed when he looked at Dao Zi. It was not that he wanted to curry favor, but that he felt it was troublesome.

Disciples of noble families cannot be beaten or scolded, so they are the most difficult students to teach.

Hey, what is the dean doing? Why have he sent so many students who cannot be offended?

Do you still want him to teach well?

Compared to Master's inner reluctance, Dao Zi was quite happy. Master didn't say anything, so he looked left and right. When he saw someone looking at him, he grinned.

The little guy was very excited to attend class for the first time.

The master sighed, the person had already been sent, he couldn't ignore it, and he didn't dare to ignore it, so he asked about the academic status of Xiao Moreng and others.

After the questioning was completed, Xiao Moreng and Xiao Mokuan were directly led to the big class.

Xiao Mozhen received an elite education at the Fourth Prince's Mansion and had already learned the Four Books and Five Classics.

In order to get ahead, Xiao Mokuan also studied hard. Although his study progress is not as good as Xiao Mozheng's, he can definitely compare with most people in the academy.

Xiao Moqing and Xiao Mobao, one is favored and the other enjoys it, but neither likes reading. They only know a few more words than others, and their knowledge is not at all mentioned. They are all left in the small class.

As for Xiao Moxu, the situation is similar to that of Daozi.

Dao Zi watched Xiao Mo Reng and Xiao Mo Kuan leave, feeling a little sad. He was missing two brothers. If someone bullied him, he would be missing two helpers.

But fortunately, the seventh brother, eighth brother, and tenth brother are all here, so he is not alone.

Xiao Moqing was a little bored. When he saw the master leaving, he immediately walked to Daozi's table: "Daozi..."

Daozi interrupted Xiao Moqing: "Brother Qi, this is a school. You can't call me by my nickname anymore. It's time to teach me Moxi."

Xiao Moqing was speechless, but he didn't dwell on this point. He pointed at the things on the table and asked, "What are these? They're so beautiful."

Hearing Xiao Moqing's question, everyone around them pricked up their ears.

Although many people here are descendants of border guard generals, the Xiliang generals are poor and have seen very little.

When Dao Zi saw everyone looking at him, he straightened up, picked up the pencil case with a smile, opened it, and then introduced the rulers, numbers of various colors and pinyin letters inside one by one.

When the Master came back, he saw people in the classroom gathered together. Everyone was quiet, and only Daozi's voice echoed in the classroom.

I wanted to scold him, but after hearing what Daozi introduced, I couldn’t help but swallow the words in my mouth.

"This is a ruler. You can use this to measure the length and thickness of an object."

"This is my arithmetic stick. I only learned fifty by counting. The arithmetic stick can help me keep count."

"This is the pinyin alphabet. My father said that after you learn it, you can learn to read by yourself."

"These are numbers and letters, used for arithmetic."

"This is a storybook drawn by my mother. There are many stories in it. Look, the gourd dolls on my schoolbag are the people in the story. When I have time, I will tell you stories. I'm sure you won't

I’ve heard of it.”

"And this is..."

Every time Dao Zi said something, the eyes of the children around him lit up. After Dao Zi introduced it, Xiao Moqing immediately shouted: "I'm going to ask my aunt for it after school."

Xiao Mobao and Xiao Moxu quickly followed: "We want it too."

Dao Zi shook his head and spread his hands: "You can't get it. My mother is pregnant with a younger brother and sister. My father doesn't let her worry about it. I haven't had any new story books for a long time. Now I can only read the old ones.

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Xiao Moqing and others suddenly fell into disgrace.

"Ahem~"

At this time, the Master, who had been eavesdropping for a while, coughed twice.

When everyone saw the Master coming, they immediately returned to their places.

Master looked at the things on Daozi's table, and when he saw the pinyin letters and numeric letters placed on them, his eyes lit up, and he walked to Daozi with a smile:

"Classmate Xiao Moxi, can you lend these things to Master?"

Dao Zi looked at the Master, remembering that his mother told him to listen to the Master before going out, so he nodded obediently: "It's okay, Master, but you can't break it for me, and you have to pay me back."

The corner of the Master's mouth twitched: "Of course, I can still ask for the students' things?" After saying that, he quickly collected all the things on the table and took Daozi's schoolbag to put them in.

Rice: "..."

After getting the things, the master directly ordered the children in the classroom to take a break, and then took the things and left the classroom.

Dao Zi looked at Xiao Moqing and others in confusion: "Master, will you take my things and run away?"

Xiao Moqing pouted: "He doesn't dare. If he really wants to run away, let your father catch him."

Dao Zi doesn’t agree very much: “I failed to protect my belongings on the first day of school. Is it too shameful to tell my dad?”

"Besides, when I went out, my mother said that you have to find a way to solve whatever happens in the school."

Xiao Mobao: "But we are still children. When we encounter problems, of course we have to find adults to solve them."

Dao Zi thought about it and was right: "Yes!"

Xiao Moqing put his arm around Dao Zi's shoulders: "Okay, don't worry about this for now. Tell us the story about Calabash Baby you just told us. It sounds good to us."

Seeing that no one was going out to play, Dao Zi looked at them from afar or close. Thinking of what his father said last night, he should not lose the face of the prince in the school, so he puffed up his chest and imitated Xiao Yeyang.

He put his hands behind his back and started telling the story of Calabash Baby with a straight face.

"A long time ago, there was a Calabash Mountain in the mountains..."

When Xiao Yeyang secretly came over to see if his son was not used to studying in class, Dao Zi had already stood on the table, and was telling the story of the big baby fighting the snake spirit in a sultry voice and dancing.

The children in the classroom were surrounded by three levels inside and three outside. They were either surprised or amazed, excited or angry, and they all listened attentively.

Xiao Yeyang looked at the selfless rice: "..."
Chapter completed!