After turning over the land two or three times, Ye Yuran asked Zhu Da and Zhu Wu to start stacking the fields.

When Old Man Zhu saw it, he was confused: "Just dig up the ground. Why are you doing this? Does this still take up space?"

"Didn't I make a bet with you? Of course I have to find a way to make the harvest in the field higher." Ye Yuran said.

"Can this increase the harvest?" If it weren't for the compost pit, Old Man Zhu wouldn't believe it at all.

"This is just one of the procedures."

The Zhu family doesn't have a lot of land, and there are two more pieces of land used to grow winter wheat. The amount Ye Yuran can use for paddy fields is only two acres.

Therefore, the ridges of the two acres of paddy fields can be stacked very quickly, and it only takes two days.

In order to make the Tiankan stronger, Ye Yuran asked them to add water to it when folding it to "solidify" it.

Zhu Da, Zhu Wu: "..."

"Mom, isn't this just for reading?" Although Zhu Wuwu's experience is not as rich as that of his brother, he has a bright mind.

If he just made the base casually, he wouldn't have so many questions, but since his mother was very important and would come to test whether the knot was strong from time to time, he had to be careful.

"Of course it's not for viewing. Whether this field can be effective depends on whether the field is firmly secured."

Zhu Wu didn't quite understand.

"You'll know then."

Zhu Wu: I just wanted to know in advance, so I asked.

On the other side, Zhu Qi officially entered Cen's Book School.

Mr. Cen did not accept many students, only seven or eight, including his son and the new student Zhu Qi.

Because it is not a particularly formal book school, and there are not so many neat tables, chairs and benches, they are all bought from the secondhand market.

Some tables are longer, just for two people to sit; some tables are square, just for three people to sit; if the bench is missing arms or legs, put a stone underneath, add a stool leg or something, don't make it too normal.

Because the number of students was small, Mr. Cen directly divided them into two waves, one was the exam preparation class and the other was the enlightenment class.

His son Cen Guangji is ten years old. He has followed him in reading and literacy since he was a child, so he is now in a preparation class to prepare for the child examination next year.

"Second brother, you know, dad has accepted a particularly powerful student this time." After seeing Zhu Qi's memory that day, Cen Yingyu talked to her brother Cen Guangji about it.

Tell Cen Guangji how good Zhu Qi is at memorizing words and can read them just once. He is one of the smartest people she has ever seen in her life, except for their father.

"Is it really that powerful?" Cen Guangji looked doubtful and didn't believe it.

"Really!" Cen Yingyu said, "You will know when you see him. Guangji, you have to work hard and don't be outdone by him."

Therefore, Cen Guangji already had an impression of Zhu Qi before he showed up.

When I really saw him, I realized it was a little brother who was slightly older than me.

Cen Guangji didn't think much, just looked at it secretly.

Zhu Qi put the schoolbag his mother had prepared for him on the table, took out the books and pens from it, and put them away one by one.

It was his first time to come to class, and everything was still a bit strange to him. Although he was sitting on the chair, his eyes kept looking around, looking everywhere.

"Are you Zhu Shunde?"

"I heard that you are very good at endorsements, is that true?"

"Hey, can you memorize "The Thousand-Character Essay"?"

…

Because Mr. Cen hadn't come yet, a few boys who were relatively well-informed came to Zhu Qi's table actively and began to inquire with a smile.

The two of them are in the enlightenment class, and their families have little money.

Zhu Qi was still not used to his name, so he said, "I don't know. I just memorize whatever my mother taught me."

"Your mother is also literate? So what did your mother teach you?"

"Quite a lot." Zhu Qi was a little confused for a moment.

As he was talking, Mr. Cen appeared.

The two naughty boys quickly sat back down in their seats.

The room that was lively before suddenly became quiet and everyone returned to their respective places.

Zhu Qi didn't quite understand what was happening and looked around.

"Ahem!" Mr. Cen came in, coughed a few times, introduced his new classmate Zhu Qi to everyone, and asked everyone to get along well in the future, then asked Zhu Qi to sit down.

Then he started to check yesterday's homework, starting with the exam preparation class.

There were not many people in the exam preparation class, and there were only three people including Cen Guangji. Mr. Cen asked them one by one to memorize the text they were required to memorize yesterday.

Basically, there won’t be much of a problem, but it’s different when you switch to the enlightenment class. Most people can recite it, but there are always one or two who stumble over it and may not be correct.

Mr. Cen's face turned cold: "Stretch out your hand."

The expressions of the two men froze, but they still stretched out their hands honestly.

This was Zhu Qi's first time in class, and it was also the first time he knew that if he couldn't memorize the book, he would be beaten.

His little heart was beating loudly: Fortunately, I can endorse it, otherwise it would be terrible.

The two boys were so painful that they grimaced with ten blows from the hand.

"Next time if you can't carry it down, double it to twenty times." Mr. Cen said with a cold face.

The two boys trembled.

"Okay, everyone, sit down and let's go to class." Mr. Cen put the ruler back on the desk and prepared to pick up the book for class.

"Sir, he didn't carry it." One of the people who was beaten suddenly became unconvinced and stood up immediately.

"He is a new classmate. I don't know what homework we assigned yesterday." Mr. Cen's eyes swept over the boy's body lightly, making the boy shrink his neck in fear, and continued, "But since someone brought it up,

Then let him carry it, so that some students can know what it means that there are mountains outside the mountains and there are people outside the people."

"Zhu Shunde, you carry it."

Zhu Qi was still a little nervous when his name was suddenly called. He stood up and said, "Mr."

"Did you hear what they just recited? Recite it to them."

Zhu Qi is also an honest person. Whether he is in the exam preparation class or the enlightenment class, he has memorized everything one by one.

The unconvinced boy: "..."

Co-author, this guy is a master?!

Cen Guangji looked at it silently: Didn't he learn it a long time ago?

Endorsement and literacy are not difficult for Zhu Qi. He has a photographic memory, so there is no problem at all.

But when it came to writing, something was different. His hands seemed a little clumsy, and his strokes were not as natural and smooth as others.

Of course, his writing is not ugly, it can only be said that it is not that good-looking.

"Hahaha... I thought you were so awesome, but the handwriting is so ugly."

"Pfft... I feel like my feet are more beautiful than his."

"At least I can recognize a word, hahahaha..."

…

When others laughed at Zhu Qi's ugly writing and couldn't use it at all, Mr. Cen's face turned cold again: "You have the nerve to laugh at Shunde? It's his first time to write with a brush. Look at your own first time."

The way you write with a brush is not as good as others."

Everyone: "..."

Cen Guangji: "..."

"Since you still have time to laugh at others, well, let's memorize one more article today."
Chapter completed!