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Chapter 138 Substitute Teaching

Yi Hang did not entrust the wrong person. Xie Fu was a person who would not miss business, especially if he was entrusted by a friend. Early in the morning, Xie Fu went to the private school at the address given by Yi Hang.

For this reason, Xie Fu specially changed into a pair of dignified and simple Confucian clothes.

When he thought about it, the young master's clothes seemed frivolous, and the private school was a place for teaching and educating people, and he was not going to visit a brothel.

Of course, he should not wear rough clothes. Like his childhood husband, Mr. Yuan Jing, although his clothes were simple, they were neatly dressed and even had to hide their patches.

A gentleman should still act like a gentleman. Between respect and mutual respect,

The address given by Yi Hang is near the Taohua River in the northeast corner of Suzhou City. Although I have never been there, records in Suzhou Chronicles indicate that the Suzhou River area should be a land of mulberry farming, so most of the people living there are farmers.

In the Suzhou area, planting mulberry is one of the ways for farmers to get rich returns. Firstly, mulberry trees can be used for medicinal purposes. Secondly, mulberry leaves are the main food for silkworms. The quality of mulberry leaves is related to the quality of mulberry silk.

And Suzhou is the best place to produce silk supplies, and the sericulture industry is very developed.

At the same time, the Taohua River area is also the largest bonsai green plant market and New Year picture market in Suzhou City. "Every family carves wooden boards and every household paints pictures" is the Taohua River New Year pictures.

After Xie Fu passed Lumen, he reached his destination in about a mile or two. He stood at the door and looked at the small courtyard in front of him.

The four big characters "Taiping Xiaosu" seem to be written by everyone at first glance, but I don't know who wrote it.

Xie Fu looked at the address in his hand again, made sure it was correct, and then walked in.

It is said to be a small courtyard, but it is really a small courtyard. Apart from a mulberry tree and a well, there are no other arrangements in the courtyard.

The space is not large, with two rooms running side by side, one large and one small. With this kind of architectural layout, the large room should be the living room and the small room is the bedroom, but it is a private school transformed from the courtyard of an ordinary person's house.

The yard was quiet and there was no one around. It must be that I came early and they haven't come to school yet.

Xie Fu planned to go inside and take a look at the environment. To be honest, it was his first time as a teacher to teach in this way, so he was a little nervous.

In fact, it was nothing but teaching literacy and reading. Back then, Mr. Yuan Jing just held a book and read it while walking, and they read along.

He strode into the house and as soon as he entered the door, more than ten pairs of eyes fell on him.

Xie Fu was startled, and he immediately retreated outside the door. He thought no one had come yet, but unexpectedly everyone stayed in the house.

Xie Fu swept away the dust on his body, put on his clothes, and then stepped into the house again.

More than ten pairs of eyes were cast on him again. Looking at the eyes of these children, Xie Fu felt a sense of pride in his heart. He had the same look back then, looking at Mr. Yuan Jing with the desire to learn, admiration and awe.

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Xie Fu deliberately straightened his back, but in fact he had always walked upright, and he was still nervous in his heart. It was the first time he acted as a role model, and he was afraid that his too simple clothes would set a bad example for the children.

As soon as he reached the middle position, the children stood up in unison, saluted him, and said in unison: "Hello, sir."

Xie Fu saw that they were dressed as children from ordinary families, which made him adapt a lot. He nodded and smiled and motioned for them to sit down.

"Sir, I was rude just now. Before we get to know each other, I would like to ask a question first. Why were you so quiet just now and there was no sound at all?"

One of the students responded: "Mr. Yi said yesterday that a new teacher will come to teach us today. He said that he wanted to leave a good impression on him."

This kind of education is no longer comparable to that of ordinary children. A good teacher makes a good disciple. From this, it can be seen that Mr. Ming must be a gentleman with both political integrity and talent.

When meeting for the first time, it is always necessary to get to know each other. Xie Fu first introduced himself to these young students, and then asked them to introduce themselves respectively.

He remembered his name and appearance very seriously, and would not be perfunctory just because he was here to substitute for a few days.

After one pass, Xie Fu was able to recognize everyone. In this regard, he also demonstrated his extraordinary memory ability.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Fu asked where Mr. Yi taught yesterday, and the primary school students responded: "Cai Fan."

"Cai Fan" is a poem in the Book of Songs, which has always been an enlightenment reading for students.

Compared with other esoteric books, the poems in the Book of Songs are both easy to understand and interesting. They are catchy to read and increase children's interest in learning. The ultimate goal is to cultivate children's pronunciation and rhythm habits from an early age. Poetry

To write poetry, first recite poetry and then study literature.

Xie Fu smiled and said: "Then who will read this poem?"

No one answered. Xie Fu suddenly realized that they were still children and that he had too high demands on them. Perhaps he had just learned this poem and was not yet proficient in it, so he smiled and said: "Okay, sir, read one line, and you can read the same line."

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"It's time to gather fennel, and it's time to gather water from the swamp."

The children chanted in unison: "I am gathering fennel, and I am swamping and gathering water."

"Using it, it's a matter for the prince—"

"Using it, it's a matter for the prince—"



"I've been punished by Qi Qi, but I'll return it with my humble words——"

Although it was the first time for him to be a teacher, Xie Fu’s enlightenment teacher when he was young, Mr. Yuan Jing, was in front of him. Xie Fu followed the teachings. After reading it once, Xie Fu taught it a second time. After the third time, the primary school students were obviously more familiar with it.

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After reading it three times, Xie Fu did not intend to continue this boring teaching method. Seeing that he still had some time, he simply explained the content of the poem in popular language.

I remembered that when I was a child, although I had read the poem by heart, I had no idea what the poem was about. I was very eager to know what the poem was about. Xie Fu thought that these children should be like him now.

"This poem talks about the hardships of raising silkworms... After a tiring day, I most want to go home and have a good rest."

Young children are fascinated by it, and stories are always more attractive to children.

Xie Fu said with a smile: "Okay, we'll be here today, get out of class is over." He also had to rush back to tutor Tantai Wenwang.

"Sir, walk slowly."

"Sir, will you come tomorrow?"

"Come." Xie Fu responded, walked out of the door, and hurried back.

Not long after Mr. Xie left, a female gentleman came in, dressed in Confucian clothes, and her clothes were much more elegant than Mr. Xie...

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Night falls on the third day of August. For others, it may be just an ordinary day, but for Qinglian, it is an important day.

Today is the day for her to sing in the lobby, and it is also her last chance. If she fails, she will never have another chance. She will only be a maid for the rest of her life and will never get ahead.

Qinglian stayed in the room, and the melodious tunes of silk and bamboo orchestras came from the lobby outside, as well as the voices of famous singers singing in the courtyard.

***The author has something to say***

Don't worry, everyone, this book has a complete outline and main plot. It's not the kind of text that has two to three hundred thousand words and then changes to a map. Most of the characters will be throughout the novel.


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