No one wants to admit that they are worse than others, nor do they want their family to be laughed at.
The villagers present gradually came back to their senses, and immediately looked at the impassioned Song Wufu with burning eyes: "Village Chief, do you mean to restore the clan culture?"
Yes, when the ancestors of the Song family settled in the original Songjia'ao, they started a clan school.
As the family declined further, most of the clan members had trouble even eating. Naturally, this clan school could not continue, and it had long been lost in the memories of generations. As time went by, not many people knew about it.
The younger generations can only know that their family has been rich from the regrets of their ancestors recalling the past.
"Ahem, you are right. Our Song clan will rise sooner or later, and we should prepare early to resume clan studies. In the future, there will be more people in the clan who can speak and write, and things will be more organized, right?"
Song Wufu caressed his beard leisurely, with a hint of cunning in his eyes: "It just so happens that our ancestral hall is spacious and the school grounds are ready. Even the teacher, Xixi, has been found for the children!"
When the villagers heard this, they all became excited: "Have you found the wife? It turns out that the village chief had planned it early in the morning!"
Song Wufu could only smile and nod, and asked: "So, you all agree to open a school in the ancestral hall?"
The villagers were in high spirits: "I agree, this is a great thing!"
Restoring the family tradition is a great thing, and all the children in the family will benefit from it. This ancestral hall is so spacious that it can accommodate the whole village.
The ancestors would feel gratified to see the progress of their clansmen, so the villagers would naturally have no objection to setting up a school in the ancestral hall.
However, among these people, there was no shortage of calm people, who immediately asked the key question: "Village chief, it is a good thing to set up a clan school, how can we collect this bunch of cultivators?"
Song Wufu glanced at his wife sitting behind him, suddenly puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Most of you still owe money to the government, and your life will still be hard in the past two years. In the first two years, my family will not be able to repair it."
, in the future, when we all have money, we will pay it forward together."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a stabbing pain in his back and almost broke out in a cold sweat.
In front of the whole village, Song Wufu forcefully held Zhang Xiaomei's sharp gaze, and quickly said to the villagers who praised him in unison: "If the school becomes famous and attracts students from outside, Shu Xiu will start from
They collect it there.”
Guobao has said that the salary of a master of this type of ethnology is fixed, and the amount of training required to teach one student is almost the same as that of teaching a hundred students.
This has advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the more students there are, the less the training will be shared. The disadvantage is that the master has limited energy, and learning well and poorly depends mostly on the students' self-consciousness. It is difficult for the master to teach one-on-one.
After listening to Song Wufu's words, some villagers said excitedly: "So, after our tribe's school is established, not only will the children of the tribe not have to be sent to study, but they may also be able to make money for us?"
Song Wufu waved his hand: "The truth is that it is not easy to build the reputation of the school. You can't expect to make money from the school."
If it were a school for boys, the reputation of being a scholar would naturally be established as long as there were boys. However, this was a school for girls, so this step obviously didn't work. Naturally, they couldn't worry about making money.
The villagers also knew that Song Wufu was right and no longer wanted to learn how to make money.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Wufu said something that made everyone dumbfounded: "Since you all have no objections, please inform your girls when you go back and let them prepare for reading and literacy. We will notify you of the date when the class starts."
What? Tell your girl? What does this clan have to do with your girl?
Did the village chief make a mistake?
The villagers looked confused, never thinking that what they heard was true.
Song Wufu thought of something and slapped his forehead: "Oh, I've been fussing for a long time, but I forgot to mention the most important thing. Let's set up a school for girls first. When the village has money, we can then set up a school for boys. It will only take a few years.
Son!"
Realizing that there was nothing wrong with their ears, the villagers immediately exploded:
"The women's school, after a long time of work, turned out to be a women's school, not a clan school!"
"No, no, no, the boys don't even study, so how can we let the girls study first? There's no point in studying and reading for girls. When they grow up, they have to marry into their husband's family!"
"It's just, it's not decent, it's not decent. What does the village chief think? He spends money on girls to study. Will they be able to take the top exam or make a lot of money!"
"..."
The villagers' emotions were intense, and they looked at Song Wufu with extremely candid eyes - maybe it's because he was old and his brain was missing!
Song Xixi expected that the villagers would object, but she didn't expect that everyone would oppose it and not even a single voice of approval could be heard.
Looking at her grandfather who was trying to suppress his objections and gain recognition, she secretly clenched her fists and was ready to leave the clan and build another school with her own money.
No matter what, the girls' school must be established, even if there is only one student in the first class, Ya'er!
Zhang Xiaomei on the side scolded angrily: "You ignorant thing, why can't the girl study? My three granddaughters are all literate and capable. Which boy is worse than any other boy out there?"
Zhang Chunlan deeply agreed: "That's right, not to mention the most powerful Xixi, Qingqing is not as strong as them when they are carried out, but he actually dares to look down on the girl and thinks that it is useless for her to study!"
Huang Qiuyun fully supported her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. If her father-in-law hadn't been standing in the field, she would have fought them for three hundred rounds.
It's just that the voices of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were too low, and they couldn't overpower the villagers who were unanimously opposed, but they made themselves very angry.
At this time, the old village chief who had never spoken suddenly said: "Everyone, be quiet and let the old man ask a few questions."
The old village chief is deeply trusted and respected by the villagers. Even if he is no longer the village chief of Songjia'ao, no one dares not to listen to his words.
After a while, the villagers became quiet, waiting for the old village chief to ask questions. They all felt that the old village chief, like them, did not agree with the establishment of a girls' school, let alone in the important place of the ancestral hall.
The old village chief lived up to expectations and was not polite to Song Wufu when he opened his mouth: "You guys are right, the boys in the clan don't even study, so why are you running a girls' school?"
Song Wufu took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, they say that if a boy studies, he can get the first prize in Guangzong Yaozu, but if a girl studies, she still has to get married, which will not bring any benefit to her mother's family. This is wrong!"
The villagers didn't expect that they were all in this situation, and he was still so stubborn that he had to start a commotion again.
However, with the pressure of the old village chief, they did not dare to go too far and once again waited eagerly for the old village chief to speak.