When Zhu Liang learned that he was going to be a teacher, he was a little unhappy.
Not for anything else, but because once I become a teacher, I will have to carve bamboo slips, farm, and teach, so my time will not be enough.
But people under the eaves have to bow their heads.
Dahuang Mountain is Zhang Shengli's territory. The owner of the mountain has spoken, so what reason does he have for refusing?
Therefore, on the first day of teaching, he came to one of the mountain peaks under the leadership of Cang Shi.
There were very few people, just a few scattered people.
He knew none of these people.
Because there are almost no villagers at the foot of the mountain, and the only few people are also those on the mountain.
However, this includes Zhang Shengli.
A few sparse people were sitting on the ground in the open air.
In front of these people, there was a long table with things used by the school teachers on it.
Zhang Shengli ran over early in the morning.
His appearance was unexpected by everyone, and everyone became cautious.
Zhu Liang was initially unhappy, but when he came to the mountain and saw a familiar figure sitting among the few sparse people, he suddenly became energetic.
"Your Majesty!" Zhu Liang stepped forward quickly.
Zhang Shengli stood up directly and said to Zhu Liang: "Don't be like this, you are the teacher now and I am the student."
Zhu Liang didn't know what to say for a moment.
This class was hard and frightening for him.
Because until the end of the first class, he still hadn't figured out why Zhang Shengli came here.
This class attracted a lot of attention.
At least on the periphery, there were a group of high-level officials from Dahuang Mountain standing there, watching from a distance.
Cangshi stood there, muttering: "Master, if you want to learn, why don't you invite the gentlemen alone and have to stay with these people?"
"My lord, of course I have my own thoughts. Why are you worrying so blindly?"
"How can this be called unnecessary worry? What is your identity, Lord? If you stay with these people, won't you lose your status?"
"What do you know? This is called being close to the people."
"Go, go, you know."
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Listening to the daily conversation between Cang Shi and Gu Hong, Qu Feng laughed out loud.
"This is called taking responsibility. Can't you see what's going on now?"
"What's going on?" Cangshi scratched his head.
"Of the four to five thousand people, only a few are really willing to come. None of those at the foot of the mountain came. What's the reason?"
Cang Shi glanced at Qu Feng and said, "What other reason could there be? It's a waste of time to learn this, and it's not worth farming."
Qu Feng spread his hands and said, "What do you think? Is it a waste of time?"
"Of course not. Our Dahuang Mountain lacks nothing but literate people. Every time we do something, we have to do it ourselves. Even a person can fall down from exhaustion."
"That's right. If everyone thinks that learning is useless, then what's the point of running this school?"
Cang Shi was speechless for a moment and muttered: "I think it's mandatory. Hong and I will lead a few people and go door to door. It's more practical than this."
Tang Rou on the side covered her mouth and smiled softly: "If it's like what you said, it will be troublesome."
No one dared to refute Tang Rou's words, at least not Cang Shi.
"But Lord, how much time will be wasted by doing this?"
Zhu Liang is speaking, and the students below are listening.
The class lasted for more than half an hour.
Until the end of the class, Zhu Liang hurriedly packed his things and prepared to go home.
"Gentlemen, please stay!"
At this moment, Tang Rou called out to the other party.
"Zhu Liang has met his mistress."
Zhu Liang saluted quickly, with a bitter look on his face: "Mother, I have to go back to weed now, it's really..."
Hearing this, Tang Rou chuckled softly: "Gentlemen, please don't be anxious. The incident happened suddenly yesterday and I didn't have time to explain it clearly to you."
"Now that you have become a teacher in this barren mountain, there is no need to plant any more land."
"If I don't plant it, what will happen to my life?"
"Haha..." Cangshi on the side laughed after hearing this: "You are now the teacher of our Dahuang Mountain. Naturally, you don't have to plant the land anymore, and you don't have to worry about life matters. Someone will take care of everything for you."
Gu Hong also echoed: "That is, not only do you not have to work in the fields, you still have food and clothing every day, and you also have a lot of time to carve your bamboo slips."
Zhu Liang was dumbfounded. Although it sounded wonderful, he still felt that something was wrong.
"Sir, what do you think is wrong?" Qu Feng also looked at Zhu Liang with a smile.
"There is nothing wrong, I just feel that things are a bit sudden, especially...my lord..."
Following Zhu Liang's gaze, Qu Feng also took a look.
He understood what Zhu Liang meant.
The story of Zhang Shengli was spread throughout the Great Wilderness Mountain, and it was almost deified.
But what happened? He was just an ordinary person.
"The Lord knows the importance of knowledge, so he opened a school." Qu Xiao said with a smile: "It doesn't require everyone to have a high level of knowledge. At least the people here can read and not walk out of here.
I can’t even understand a single sign.”
Zhu Liang smiled bitterly: "But you have also seen that in the first class today, with just these few people, I feel that the Lord's idea is not feasible."
“You won’t know until you try it whether it works or not.”
"Okay, I'll be the teacher here. As for the Lord, it's best if you can teach alone, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."
Qu Feng said: "Gentlemen, don't worry about this. The Lord has his own opinions, and no one else can stop what he wants to do."
In this way, Zhu Liang finally accepted his new identity.
He originally only wanted to take one class a day, but he added two more classes.
You can come anytime you want to learn, and you can leave anytime you want.
No one stopped me, and no one said anything.
In just one day, the news about Zhang Shengli going to the school to learn knowledge spread in Dahuang Mountain.
"Have you heard that the Lord is also studying in the school?"
"Why haven't you heard of it? Besides, the master is very hardworking. During class, he just asks questions when he doesn't understand. Sometimes even Zhu Liang can't answer."
"Tell me, did the Lord do this on purpose? Otherwise, how could he not even recognize the word?"
"You are really wrong about this. Your Majesty is really illiterate. Everyone in Dahuang Mountain knows this."
The rumors became more and more sinister as they spread. In the end, Zhang Shengli had a photographic memory and was able to carve several bundles of bamboo slips in one day.
In fact?
Zhang Shengli is good at carving bamboo slips. After all, he had good handwriting when he was in school.
Knowledge itself is interconnected, what he lacks now is just the knowledge of words.
But it's not as amazing as the rumors say. What kind of photographic memory is there, a bundle of bamboo slips a day?
That's because the characters here are a bit complicated, and sometimes one word can mean several meanings. I'm afraid of getting confused, so I carve a lot of bamboo slips to deepen my memory.
It's just that his method of carving bamboo slips is a bit unacceptable.
At least I can't stand the music style.
Chapter completed!