When Shuhua came back with the food box, she found that there was no one in the room. She panicked and shouted in a low voice: "Miss, please come out. Stop playing. Don't scare me, okay?"

"Miss? Miss?"

She found the yard from the room, but could not find the third lady at all, so she hurriedly ran to report to the county magistrate's wife.

The county magistrate's wife became anxious when she heard that he was missing at this critical moment. It was true. She held her stomach and said, "The person who came here took the servants to look for him nearby. If he didn't find it, he went to the jewelry shop and the makeup shop to look for him."

The mother-in-law stared at the calligraphy and painting, "Even the young lady can't stand it. Find the young lady and then deal with you!"

The mother-in-law supported the county magistrate's wife and said, "Madam, please don't be in a hurry. The young lady is missing. She is either in the mansion or nearby, and she can't go far."

"You put your heart in your belly, there is another one in your belly, you should think about the young master even if you don't think about yourself."

Under the comfort of her mother-in-law, the county magistrate's wife slowly took a breath, and she rubbed her forehead, "You said this dress is really good, why is it causing trouble at this time? Wherever she wants to go when she returns to her hometown, just ask someone to follow her.

Already."

The mother-in-law knew that the madam was only angry at herself, and if she continued to talk, the madam would be uncomfortable, so she could only say nice things.

"This is because Miss Fucheng has been staying in the house for more than three months. She is lively and has a bad temper. She doesn't know that she will go back to Ling County the day after tomorrow, so she wants to run away."

"Then she can't just sneak out quietly without someone by her side. It's so dangerous out there, and there's Pai Hua Zi. Pai Hua Zi likes a good-looking girl like her the most. If she really takes a photo and sells her to that dirty place."

The county magistrate's wife almost fainted just thinking about it. She cheered up and said, "This is about Chang'er's reputation being spread among others."

The mother-in-law agreed, I hope the young lady can be found in the house, otherwise...

The third young lady didn't know that her family was worried about finding her, so when she ran out of the house, she was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins, laughing and jumping.

After a long while, he became quieter and walked towards the busiest Dongluo Street with cheerful steps.

She came here by carriage before, but she actually didn't know the way and got lost while walking.

Dou Yingshang was only thirteen years old. When she was excited, everything she saw was new and she was not afraid. Now she sees strangers coming and going.

Some people looked at her several times, and she gradually became frightened, "We calligraphy and painting..."

She turned her head and saw no one behind her before she remembered that she had sneaked out without bringing any paintings or calligraphy with her.

Dou Yingshang bit her lower lip with her teeth, not noticing that her lips were trembling. She seemed to have roots under her feet and remained motionless.

Dou Yingshang's head was empty, and it took a long time before she thought of going to the inn to ask someone to bring a message home.

After searching for a long time, she found a somewhat shabby inn that she would never have entered before.

She made all her mental preparations and walked into the inn. The waiter in the store greeted her, "Girl, you better stay in the hotel."

Dou Yingshang saw that there was no one in the inn and wanted to go out. After hearing this, she found a table closest to the door and sat down and said: "Miss, I'm tired, come in and sit down. You can have a pot of water."

Good tea.”

The waiter said ok, "What dishes would you like to order? We have the signature dishes of braised fish and stir-fried shrimps..."

Dou Yingshang quickly stopped him, "I just want a pot of tea."

The waiter quickly went down to prepare tea.

Dou Yingshang walked to the counter and saw the kind-faced shopkeeper. She felt a little more at ease, "Shopkeeper, I'm tired from walking now and don't want to walk back. How about you send a message to my house and I'll give you a tael of silver?"

The shopkeeper looked at the pretty Dou Yingshang in front of him. Her hair was not the fashionable hair ornament here, but it was not something that ordinary people could afford to wear.

And with this dress, he could tell at a glance that this was a lady from an official family, but not a high-ranking official.

It doesn't matter if you are a high official. If you lose your reputation, you will die of illness.

The shopkeeper smiled kindly and agreed immediately, but asked her to pay 20% of the silver first.

Dou Yingshang, who felt a little strange because the shopkeeper agreed too quickly, felt relieved again.

She still had some silver with her, as well as some silver melon seeds. A few silver melon seeds were considered as a deposit.

Dou Yingshang sat back on the stool. The waiter served tea but was called by the shopkeeper. He didn't know what he said and left the inn.

Dou Yingshang thought he was going to deliver a message, so she didn't care and waited while drinking tea.

"Girl, would you like some tea?" the shopkeeper's voice interrupted Dou Yingshang's disorderly reverie.

She looked at the shopkeeper who still had a kind smile, and then saw that she was sitting there drinking tea, and a blush appeared on her face.

"You want it, I'm a little hungry too, please serve me two of your signature dishes."

The shopkeeper agreed and went to the backyard. Dou Yingshang had not gone to the toilet since she left the house. She drank a lot of tea and felt that she had three urgent needs.

I want to go to the backyard and ask the shopkeeper where the toilet is.

When the shopkeeper arrived at the backyard, he entered the kitchen and said, "A fat sheep has come. The fat sheep slipped out of the house and the family didn't know it yet."

"Did you just ask for tea?" A low, rough voice sounded.

"Yes, you can make a pot of tea and I will bring it to her."

The broad-shouldered chef heated up hot water and made tea. He took out a packet of medicinal powder from his pocket, poured it into the teapot, and shook it a few times.

He looked at the shopkeeper and showed a smile that only the two of them could understand.

It didn't take much time to renovate the school. Most of the time was spent on the tables and chairs, and it took more than ten days to complete them all.

Mingdu hung up the blackboard and put away the blackboard eraser and chalk.

The podium was directly pulled over from the cabinet at home, not to mention it was just right.

So Wang He gloriously became the first teacher of Zhangjiacun School.

Wang He took a piece of chalk and wrote hundreds of family names on the blackboard.

Mingdu sat down and read, he wrote and she read, Wang He's heart went from calm to calm.

After writing, he turned around and met Mingdu's burning gaze, and his heart trembled.

Wang He straightened his expression and said: "I want to teach the surnames of hundreds of families first. Everyone will be more interested in their own names. This will make it easier to teach and stimulate their interest in learning. What do you think?"

He looked at Mingdu expectantly, hoping that she would agree with his point of view.

Mingdu nodded, "Very good." That's quite reasonable, and it wasn't her who taught him anyway.

System 315: [The host dumped the blame very thoroughly.]

Looking at Wang He with a bright smile, he really wanted to tell him that you are overthinking.

It was another windy and sunny day. It was announced that the school was established and the students were admitted.

Everyone has a sandbox. Speaking of which, the sand is a hot commodity. The sand in the stream is just that. How many children do each family have?

You can’t prepare anything else, you must manage enough sand.

The adults worked hard to wash out sand in the stream, "This piece of sand belongs to me. My little Liuzi, Xiaodou Dan, Xiao Tiedan...all use it."

"Cai, do you think Shasha Shasha cares about you?"

Another person also spoke up, "Whoever has a bunch of children at home belongs to whomever grabs them." Before he finished speaking, this person picked up the sand and saw Aunt Cai's quick temper.

I won’t say anything else, let’s fish it out first.

With so many people using the sand, the creek felt like it had been looted. There wasn't much sand in it, and now it was full of rocks.

As this was not enough, the people from Zhangjia Village went down the mountain together and fished from the river where water was always used.

They were frightened to see that the river that had never dried up now had only a bottom left.

In previous years, they would have been worried about water and would have worked hard to water the fields.

"Let's go check out the fields."

This was echoed by hundreds of people, and everyone ran towards the field. There were only roots left in the field because of the flood.

Everything that was exposed to the sun was so hot that it spontaneously ignited into ashes.

The soil has dried into lumps.

If you really need to water it, I'm afraid the water will just pour down and it will be gone in the blink of an eye.

They laughed and cursed when they came, but were completely silent when they returned.

They stay in the mountains and don't have much sense of reality about floods and droughts.

It only rained for a few more days, and I couldn't get wet in the blue brick house. The sound of rain hitting the tiles was quite pleasant.

It wasn't until today that they truly felt that what they were facing was drought and a punishment from heaven.

It's still a two-year punishment.

Mingdu didn't know why these people looked at her so respectfully, so she just smiled and asked people to send the child in.

The school started in an orderly manner, and Zhong Nan, who had some basic skills, was the fastest among them.

Mingdu looked at these children and put the martial arts class on the schedule. If there were many people, the class would be divided into two classes, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

Those who happen to be taking a cultural class will take a martial arts class in another class. After the martial arts class, they will take a cultural class.

They are all farm children, no matter male or female, running around every day.

This running intensity is not specially arranged. From now on, I will run down the mountain before going to class every morning, and then run up from the foot of the mountain, three times back and forth.

Then we have separate classes. The first class is Zama Bu.
To be continued...