One class is over.

The children learned "1,2,3"

Now, Luzhuang’s classroom has no specific time standards.

It was just about dinner time.

The children ran out in a fun mood, but didn't know if they remembered it.

However, Lao Zhang is very interested in these numbers.

He asked Lu Zhou again for the contents behind.

Lu Zhou was a little surprised. Old Zhang was so old that he had a strong ability to accept.

So on the blackboard, I wrote down all the numbers from 1 to 10.

Lao Zhang looked at it for a while and was amazed:

"Master, these things called numbers.

Although weird, but simple, it is quite easy to use..."

Lu Zhou nodded and said, "It's easy to use.

But if you replace your blacksmith shop at once, it will be easy to get completely messed up.

As of now, it is okay to build a flintlock rifle, so it is better to continue using the original method...

What time will we do? Our night school will start.

Everyone in the village can read and learn some messy things..."

"night school?"

Old Zhang opened his eyes widened and asked again: "We all need to know literacy?"

“Yeah, night school.

It's a school that is opened at night.

Like this child, adults also need to read.

This night school is in the next room.

However, there is no gentleman in Zhuangzi now.

After the new student has finished practicing, he still has to send some people to go to the south to try it out.

Sooner or later, we have to absorb some cultural people..."

Lu Zhou first told his plan in advance.

Old Zhang was stunned when he heard this.

He basically understood some consciousness.

I just think today, in addition to this kind of "digital".

This "night school" once again subverted his cognition.

The master actually wants all servants to read?

No owner of the Ming Dynasty would do such a thing...

But I soon discovered that it was on this wasteland.

In fact, an incredible farm has been built.

This village is like a stable city.

There will soon be towering city walls outside, and not only regular houses and roads inside are built.

There are also firearms and plenty of food.

The environment is harsh, and everyone is a little harder when they work.

But when I came back in the evening, I could soak in a decent bath and then lie down on the hot kang.

And now, there are artillery factories and schools.

This is like a foundation that has endless possible...

Lao Zhang couldn't help but focus on this "cultural person" and said with some longing: "Master, indeed, we need some cultural persons."

I think the master's weight in this land can be heavier.

We might as well build some statutes.

Go south to explore..."

Lu Zhou smiled and said, "You guys have some ideas!

This is a big thought.”

Lu Zhou knew that Lao Zhang was persuading him again.

After all, it comes from feudal society.

In that kind of environment, power first.

He lowered his hands and grabbed hundreds of people, occupied a piece of land, and felt uncomfortable if he didn't call him the king...

Huang Cheng and Lao Zhang have tried it during this period.

They always felt that the term "master" was not domineering enough.

But that's what the original two dog legs shouted.

Later, it was promoted to the point of prosperity by Lu Er.

"Zhangdian is needed.

But it's not what you think.

Expansion requires expansion.

But the world is much bigger than you think..."

Lu Zhou said another inexplicable words.

This ancient mindset is sometimes desirable, but often it is not desirable.

In fact, Lu Zhou can directly educate everyone to recognize simplified Chinese characters.

But I still chose to find an ancient teacher first.

Thoughts can be extended, science can guide them.

Some foundations cannot be discarded.

If there is a fault in civilization.

No matter how wildly it grows behind.

It will only become a deformed "monster"

Lao Zhang listened for a while but didn't understand, so he had to follow the master.

Only Ula was left in front of the blackboard, staring at the pile of Arabic numerals, staring blankly.

It seems that I have realized something.

.....

Lu Zhou walked out of the school.

After returning to the house and having a few bites of rice, Xinyue was grinding a few pieces of glass at this time.

These days, Xinyue is either helping Lu Zhou burn glass or polish it with the glass.

After all, if it were others, if they were not careful enough, the glass block would easily break.

Moreover, Xinyue still has the ability to summarize and experiment, so Lu Zhou leaned over and took a look.

There were two pieces of glass burned this time that were not broken...

"good!"

Lu Zhou gave a few more tips and returned to his kang to rest.

After waking up, Xinyue was still there, staring at two bright quartz glasses with her big eyes.

In the past two days, I finally didn’t ask about the Qingqing Grassland.

Lu Zhou did not disturb her, but after leaving the wooden house, he was about to look at the training ground.

At this time, Zhang Yidan just happened to meet him and sent him ten samples of light helmets.

These are all made of 20 steel.

According to the requirements, it is comfortable and lightweight, and can handle the current environment.

Lu Zhou directly picked up a light helmet and buckled it on Lu Da's head.
To be continued...