Author: West Lake encounters rain

Xie Jin looked up and saw that it was the word "man".

The simplest word, in Xie Jin's opinion, if Jiang Xinghuo wanted to rely on the three-character scripture "The original nature of man is good" and teach these prisoners five hundred common words, it would be no different from dreaming.

When you read, you can memorize it by rote. Just rely on these prisoners, you can't memorize it for two months.

Just as the prisoners were mixed with disapproval, unwilling, undeniable, etc., a sound suddenly sounded.

"This word is human!"

Jiang Xinghuo looked down and saw that it was the white-faced boy. He looked carefully and looked at him as he was not old, only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Seeing someone taking the lead, these prisoners dared to speak.

"Nothing is obviously eight."

"I think I'm thinking about it."

"I'm obviously thinking ×."

Xie Jin looked at these people and shook his head helplessly, not knowing whether he was sad for Jiang Xinghuo's difficulty in teaching.

It's better to just gloat.

Not these illiterate people can't speak Chinese, but who can't speak? Their biggest problem is that every word they say will not match when it falls on paper.

Don’t think it’s ridiculous. In ancient China, this was the current situation of the vast majority of ordinary people.

Strictly speaking, these people are not considered ordinary people who farm, but are civilians or civilians in the capital of the Ming Empire.

Logically speaking, their knowledge should be much broader than that of ordinary people elsewhere, but they know very little about writing, which is the most familiar but strangest thing.

The two fake jailers guarding the door also had different attitudes towards this.

Xie Jin did not sneer. In fact, Xie Jin, who is talented, has a sense of superiority only for scholars who are not as good as him. For such civilians who don’t even know a word about big words, he feels that these people are not worthy of making him feel superior.

If Jiang Xinghuo knew about his mentality, Jiang Xinghuo would probably be very understandable.

The big guys at the top of the game despise all those who rank behind him. If you ask him to despise the first-level account that cannot even enter the novice village, he really seems to be unable to despise him.

Zheng He looked cold and black-faced.

Although Zheng He experienced tragic experiences in his early years, in the 13th year of Hongwu, the Ming army attacked Yunnan. Ma He was only ten years old and was plundered to Nanjing by Lan Yu, the deputy commander of the Ming army. After castration into a eunuch, he entered Zhu Di's Yan Prince's Mansion.

But to be honest, it was only one time that life was miserable. From then on, Zheng He's life was a counterattack.

In the rain of guns and arrows, Zheng He's mind had long been sharpened and hard.

There is no possibility of any sympathy for these prisoners.

As an existence who got up from the bottom, Zheng He believed that he could not change his destiny, but these people were not working hard enough and not outstanding enough.

If you really want to change your destiny, then these prisoners will probably not be able to endure the hardships that people like you have endured.

That's why they're here.

Jiang Xinghuo can also guess at a little bit of everyone's thoughts.

This has been reincarnated for eight lifetimes. Even though human nature may still be as good as those unscrupulous bureaucrats and veterans in the officialdom, many things are just Jiang Xinghuo is unwilling to bow his head to do, which does not mean that he cannot see through them.

With his mood turning, Jiang Xinghuo looked at the change of face and said earnestly.

"You are right. This word is 'people'. How did you recognize it?"

The face changed his face and held his knees with his hands and whispered like a mosquito: "The boss of the Yiren Hall used to be kind-hearted. I always squatted in front of the Yiren Hall to beg for a while. When I heard people talk too much, I knew that the word in the middle of the plaque in this medicine shop was pronounced 'ren'."

The slick Zhang Ling also spoke at this time: "Can this gentleman want to teach us the "Three Character Classic"? People are good at nature and have similar natures. I can recite a few sentences, but unfortunately I can't write them. I don't know if the gentleman teaches them or not."

To everyone's surprise, Jiang Xinghuo simply shook his head.

"If I don't teach the Three Character Classic, I will feel at ease if I can teach the word "man" to those who are here today."

When Jiang Xinghuo said this, everyone was a little angry.

Who do you look down on?

You said that we can learn 500 words in more than two months, but we can't do it.

But we are not fools. We can’t understand the word “man” in half an hour?

When Deng was waiting for the scale, he knocked on the ground and said in a muffled voice: "Being in my career is the most important thing, and I don't eat my husband's steamed buns for nothing. I will definitely learn this word, just two strokes."

If Jiang Xinghuo wanted them to learn a lot of words, perhaps these prisoners from the market would be lazy and would become resistant.

But when Mr. Deng said this, everyone felt a little embarrassed.

After all, I ate a bun and brought another basket, so I can't make things too difficult for this gentleman.

No matter what, I have to learn one word, which is not difficult to learn.

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was thinking about it.

Jiang Xinghuo was on the wooden board and used a charcoal pen to write down a few things that they thought were like ghost paintings.

ren

Jiang Xinghuo did not talk about the meaning of these ghost painting talismans, but turned around and asked to change his face.

"What do you think 'human' means? Or, what does 'human' mean?"

He changed his face and replied timidly: "I think people are those who study and make money. They must be powerful and powerful before they can be called 'people'."

Jiang Xinghuo pondered and asked again: "Then aren't you 'human'?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it was like an interview with you on the street and it immediately aroused public anger.

Li Laohei, a kiln burner who had never spoken, said in an insult: "Sir, don't make fun of me. How can we be called 'human' as cows and horses? Even if we are called mules, horses and beasts, it's almost the same."

"If you say it's not 'human', we are also 'human'." Li Ling, who sells fake medicine, is the most eloquent here. "But are people different from people? We are destined to be cheap. According to the fortune teller, it is a life of life, that is, a life of life. In other words, it is a life of cattle and horse for generations."

"If we are considered 'people', then this word is too valuable. My life is probably not as valuable as the wooden sculptures carved by myself." Mu Leng, who was sculpted by Diaoluan, also spoke up with a self-deprecating voice.

They live day after day, year after year, after all, most of them don't know why they live.

Working in repetitive work, in the daily fatigue, I forgot my initial dream and lived a life-long look as my parents working hard for their livelihood.

Who in this world doesn’t want to make a name for themselves? But with such a fate, how much effect can individuals’ efforts to resist fate?

Earning pitiful copper coins and bowing their heads to pretend to be grandson for the whole family, the grievances and anger in their hearts can only be held in the deepest part and endured silently.

They have even become accustomed to the status quo and become numb.

But there are always a few moments that want to resist this fucking God, but so what?

They are like fireflies shrouded in haze, struggling and flying, but they cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

Finally, Xiao Wu, who covered his mouth and wiped blood, spoke with a harsh voice.

"When I was a child, I heard from my husband that he wanted to teach and educate people. Since the husband did not teach us, we didn't think we were 'people'."

"nonsense!"

Jiang Xinghuo frowned and said in a deep voice.

"Sir, teaching and educating people, no one taught you before, but I'll teach you now!"

"From now on, you will call me Mr. Jiang!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the few people were silent for a moment, and their faces changed and simply covered their cheeks with their hands.

Seeing everyone silent, Jiang Xinghuo took a breath and continued to shout.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to read, you always say something. I'll ask you again, how do you pronounce 'people'?"

It seemed that their morale was temporarily inspired by Jiang Xinghuo's words, and they recited unevenly.

"people!"

"Read slowly, follow me."

Jiang Xinghuo slowed down his speech: "Daily kind, people."

"Day benevolence, man!"

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and said again.

"Why did Ri and Eun-ki become human together?"

Several people shook their heads blankly.

Xie Jin and Zheng He, who were guarding the door, became a little interested when he heard this.

Pronunciation, and there is still some specialty?

So Xie Jin and Zheng He were also looking forward to how Jiang Xinghuo explained his "sun" and "happiness".

"not understand?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the people and said in a warm voice.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'll tell you."

Then, Jiang Xinghuo drew a ○ shape on the wooden board and outlined a few strokes next to it, depicting a simple drawing of the horizontal sun by children.
To be continued...