"A group of ducks passed by under the bridge in front of the door!

Come on, come on, count it, two, four, six, seven, eight!

.....”

Uesugi Yuying and Xingguo sat under the wooden stage and listened to a group of children singing children's songs on the stage. "It's really good to let them learn language by singing." Xingguo's voice became more and more gentle.

Children aged two to five in the Han Dynasty had certain difficulties in learning Chinese. Most of them were exposed to Chinese at birth. However, when Lin Fan was the leader, the food was not sufficient during his tribe. Their IQ was slightly higher than that of their parents, but they were still inferior to children in the Chinese world.

Seeing a cute look of a little girl biting her tongue and covering her mouth and tearful eyes, Uesugi Yuying and the others couldn't help laughing, "This nursery rhyme alone is not enough. Translate the poems written by some deserters into nursery rhymes, so that they can learn."

"Ah? Is that okay? The King of Han attaches great importance to ideological education, and there are many problems with the poetry of the wildlings." Xingguo often discusses the issues of the next generation of education with Lin Fan, and understands the importance of education through his experience.

Uesugi Yuying smiled and said, "Of course it's not just used, take the essence and remove the dross, just learn some geography and scenery."

"Then why don't Mu Mu write it?" Xingguo was puzzled.

Uesugi Yuying shook her head decisively: "She has become a master of love in Hanguo. Her love brain is too serious. The poetry culture of the wild person is worth learning."

"What is love brain?" Xingguo is interested in this fresh word.

"It's just that the man you like in your mind." After Uesugi Yuying explained, Xingguo thought: "That's what you say."

Uesugi Yuying snorted: "I'm not. I'm the princess. How could I have time to think of that running bastard every day?"

"Hehe, you drank last night and forced Xiaoshuang to paint a portrait of Han Wang. Do you still remember?" Xingguo supported her chin with one hand and looked smiling. Even if Uesugi Yuying gave birth to a child, she still retained some of the shyness of a girl.

"Ahem, Dean Xingguo, pay attention to his identity in public!" Uesugi Yuying stared at her eyes widened and showed off her momentum. Xingguo pretended to be panic: "Princess, please forgive me, Xingguo knew that she was wrong."

Then he lowered his voice: "Hmph, I am so proud of you. Do you dare to continue drinking at night?"

The story of the princess writing children's songs reached the ears of the students of the study club, so they took the initiative to contact some people who spent the winter in Anhe City and collected some poems.

After Uesugi Yuying learned about this, she ordered a poetry collection event, and any selected poems would be rewarded by the princess.

Rewards are not the point. The poems written by oneself will be sung by the people of the Han Dynasty. This kind of thing has caused the academy students to be crazy and also caused some minor problems.

Someone who was short of his life stood up and said: "Poetry witnesses the path we have walked, and the activity of writing poetry should be allowed to participate!"

The broad-minded princess happily accepted their request.

.....

In Luocheng, Lin Fan brought the little fat man from the Ministry of Works back to the house, "The number of tools in the shovel must be kept up, and you cannot just focus on weapons to build them. Two new villages will need a large number of tools next year. What should I do if there is any problem?"

"Ahem, Commander Huang always says that our weapons are not as good as those in the Iron Mine Village... The craftsmen all want to try to catch up." The room was still a little cold, and the fat man vented his breath to keep warm.

Everyone has the desire to win, especially men. "It is normal for craftsmen to have their own desire to win. As the head of the Ministry of Works, you cannot think like this. Consider the issue of the people of Luocheng." Lin Fan just sat down, and Chunxia came in with a honeycomb coal and copper furnace.

The fat man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. A few days ago, counterfeit coins appeared in the copper casting workshop, which scared him, the head of the Ministry of Works, to the point of being confused. Fortunately, the King of Han did not blame him.

"Part of those hilly village people will be given to you and trained for two months."

"Affect the order."

"Go!"

Lin Fan lay on the chair and brought hot water to Qiu and winter, "What are you still doing here? Do you want to wash my feet?" Lin Fan found that the little fat man was still sitting on the side.

The little fat man was slightly stunned, then said sincerely: "I do!"

"Don't disgust me, hurry up and say what are you doing?" Lin Fan said helplessly. The little fat man scratched his head: "It's about the drum cart in the memory. We have made all the parts that should be made according to the drawings. The gears were also sent over to Anhecheng, but there are some problems with the installation..."

The craftsmen in Luocheng were determined to create some valuable tools, and the drum cart of Jili was the best opportunity to perform. They had been struggling for two or three months and got stuck in the last step.

For the reputation of Luocheng craftsmen, they were unwilling to ask King Han for help. After half a month of trial, they were completely hit.

"It's just the last step. Are you sure I'll help me?" Lin Fan looked playful.

The little fat man was very aggrieved: "We tried our best, afraid of delaying the major affairs of the Han King, so we decided to let the Han King see it."

"Then I'll go and help you see tomorrow. You don't have to be sad. The participants will have a lot of contributions. I will make at most suggestions tomorrow, and you still need to do it yourself!" Lin Fan knew that they had worked hard and did not want to hurt their self-esteem.

"The King of Han is mighty!!!" The little fat man was excited and trotted over and squatted down, scaring Lin Fan so much that he raised his foot, "Damn, what are you doing?"

"Wash the King of Han!"
Chapter completed!