After Li Si walked out of the blacksmith shop, he went to the carpenter shop again. He wanted to buy a peach wood sword, but after asking, he found that the carpenter shop had no peach wood. The carpenter said that peach wood could not make large materials, had soft texture, and could not make furniture, so he did not have peach wood.

Li Si was a little unwilling to give up and went to several carpenter shops, but they all said they didn't have one. He asked if he could order one, but was told that there was no peach wood nearby.

"How could it not be?" Li Si was a little confused. He remembered that in his memory, the peach wood sword can exorcise evil. Then the peach wood sword must be a popular product. However, in this world, the peach wood's evil-proof effect is not known at all.

With these doubts, he walked home, but saw some children waiting outside the door.

Li Si looked at the sun and found that it was almost time for Shen Shi, so he walked over and said hello to them, "It's so early."

"Sir." A group of children saluted respectfully.

When Li Si saw them bowing to him, he felt a little strange, but it was hard to say anything. He couldn't say that he would not let them bow to him, right? Now the world still values ​​etiquette very much. No matter how good a person is in his studies and exams, he doesn't know etiquette and morality, and others still look down on him.

When he walked to the door, he opened the door lock and a group of children followed him in.

"You are here to wait, I'll come later." Li Si walked into the kitchen and made some charcoal that had not been completely burnt from the stove, and wrote it on the wood chips he bought from the carpenter's shop. It was written on "Praise for the Farmers" written by Li Shen in the Tang Dynasty.

When the sun is hoeing, sweat drips into the soil.

Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard.

Li Si walked into the hall under the eyes of a group of children, put the wooden board on the chair, let the children sit on the ground, sit on the stool, pointing his finger at the wooden piece and said, "This is a poem about compassion for farmers. The word compassion for farmers is pity, and the meaning of sympathy. Have you ever understood it?"

"clear!"

"Then let me ask you a question first. Has anyone wasted food? If so, raise your hand."

The children looked at each other, and no one dared to say that they had wasted food, and no one dared to raise their hands.

"No?" Li Si's face turned aside and his voice was a little serious.

"I've wasted it." Yu Hu finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand.

"I have also wasted food." Another strong child raised his hand. Li Si remembered that he was named Cao Meng, the son of a nearby hunter.

"Then do you know where the food comes from?" Li Si's face unfolded and asked with a smile.

"I bought it from Caishikou." Yu Hu answered immediately, then seemed to feel very clever and looked at his companion proudly.

"It's right to say this, what about before Caishikou? Where is it?" Li Si smiled. It's right to say this, but it's not the answer he wants.

"I know, I know." A thin, dark-skinned child raised his hand and said, "It was planted from the ground."

This child is a child from a nearby farmer, so he still has some understanding of farming.

Li Si nodded with satisfaction and asked the child again, "Sun Zhi, are you tired that way?"

"I'm tired. My father goes out before dawn every day. He is still working in the field at noon and returns home until it's almost dark. It's hard for my father to straighten his waist now." Sun Zhi said at first, and was excited to be valued by his husband, but when he talked about it, he felt a little depressed.

"Sun Zhi, you answered very well." Li Si first praised Sun Zhi, comforted his emotions, and then said to the other children: "Every grain we eat is grown from the soil. Only with hardworking people like Sun Zhi's father can we eat food. Only when we eat the food is our respect for such hardworking farmers. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The children responded. Some of the children in the farmers had tears in their eyes. They had never heard of praising farmers. Their status in this world is not very high.

Although the status quo is scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, the farmers do not refer to poor farmers and tenants, but to landlords.

Now that I heard Li Si’s praise of the farmers, this is the first time I heard it, so it is very touching to the children of these farmers.

"Then let's learn this poem and listen to me first." Li Si smiled and recited: "It's noon to hoe the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard."

Li Si's sonorous and powerful voice sounded in the room, making the children feel that this poem was caught up. Combined with the questions asked by Li Si before, I just felt that this poem was really great and I understood it as soon as I heard it.

Then Li Si took the children to read it several times and began to teach them the words and meanings in this poem. These children were also very well-behaved and serious.

Because in this world, recognizing words is a very great thing. A person can recognize dozens of words at most. Sometimes, when reading official documents, a group of people pieced together to read official documents.

After the children memorized the poem thoroughly, Li Si took out a sand table from the study and taught them to write their names in the sand. Then he wrote their names on small wooden pieces and sent them to learn how to write them after they returned home.

Finally, I gave them the wood film that wrote "Praise the Farmer" and asked them to go back and watch each other and study it carefully.

Tell them that they will come to Shenshi tomorrow, and Li Si will send them out.

After they left, Li Si pondered for a long time. He thought about teaching these boys for a long time. The original owner had educated and enlightened these children before, if he did not do so.

The reputation accumulated by the original owner may disappear, and some people may even resent him. Reputation is also a very important thing for him, and he will have great uses in the future, so he doesn't mind teaching these children.

What's more, he thinks that teaching children to enlighten them is something that makes them very happy. At least these children respect themselves very much and dare not disrespect themselves.

After looking at the sky, it was already You hour, Li Si went to a nearby restaurant to order a dish. Then she felt that she was a little uncomfortable and ordered another wine.

The wine is still low-alcohol rice wine, but Li Si is a little drunk, but fortunately, she is still relatively clear-headed.

After dinner, Li Si walked home, and at this time he could only hear the sound of the whistle sounds on the road.

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle."

He was beaten by the guest three times when he was slow and fast. Li Si's drunkenness disappeared immediately. Seeing that the streets were dim and the streets were a little hazy, and there were fewer pedestrians on the roads.

"It's night." Li Si sighed lightly and walked home quickly. He estimated that the sun sets and ghosts may appear. Although he wants to obtain a soul point, he is not ready yet. He wants to first figure out the ability of the decapitated ghost. Then he goes to Zhang Yuanwai's house to take a look.

He can't hurry now. He has more than a year left, and he can get 200 soul points in more than a year. He believes that as long as he doesn't give up, he will definitely be able to live better and better in this world.
Chapter completed!