After dinner, Song Xixi and Ya'er came to Niu's house with Xu Wanrou and their servants.
Ya'er is also living in Niu's house these days. The rooms of the master and servant have been tidied up early in the morning. They are all decorated by her and can be moved in immediately.
The two elders of the Niu family had dinner earlier than the Song family, and also received the news that the master had been brought back.
Seeing Xu Wanrou's master and servant, he enthusiastically led them into the house:
"This room faces the sun. You can see the sun when you open the window in the morning. The bed and bedding are new. If you don't like it, just tell me and we will change it tomorrow according to your preference."
The old couple could afford to build a brick house, but because they were outsiders and could not keep a high profile, they built this humble adobe house. Therefore, like all the houses in the Songjiaao, it looked dusty.
However, the old couple and Ya'er were both hard-working people. They kept everything clean and tidy inside and outside the house. The room decorated for Xu Wanrou's master and servant was still filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, which Ya'er specially picked from the mountains.
Xu Wanrou's father was a scholar, and so was her husband. Her parents-in-law's house was built with bricks and tiles, and they were later forcibly carried into the house by the Liang family. Not to mention, this was the first time she had lived in such a house.
She saw that the Niu family was very attentive, and thanked the somewhat nervous old couple: "It's already very good, there's no need to change it."
The old couple breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile lines on their faces deepened: "It's fine, Master, if you like it. From now on, you will treat this place as your own home. If you want or lack anything, just tell us, no need to be polite to us!"
The master and servant had been running around all day. Song Xixi said a few words and then went back. The two elders of the Niu family and Ya'er didn't stay too long. They brought them a large bucket of hot water and went out.
Green sleeves wanted to help the tired Xu Wanrou wash up, but Xu Wanrou took the handkerchief: "This is the countryside. From now on, you have to do the housework yourself. Don't just wait for me."
Luxiu looked at the simple furnishings in the room and couldn't help but feel aggrieved for her master: "Coming to this remote place to be a master has already made my wife suffer. If I don't serve you well, how can I survive this life!"
When Xu Wanrou heard this, her expression became serious: "I volunteered to come here to teach, what should I feel wronged about? The old man and the old lady of the Song Niu family are all doing everything by themselves at their age. How can I not live the life they can?
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Luxiu hurriedly knelt down and said, "Madam, this slave is so rampant, please punish me!"
Xu Wanrou leaned over to help her up, without any intention of blaming her: "I know you are loyal, and you are like this because you feel sorry for me. But these days are different from the past. I am determined to settle down here and be prepared to adapt here. If you think
"Bitter, I will give you a sum of money so that you can live the life you want."
"don't want!"
Lu Xiu burst into tears and shook her head desperately: "My life is given by my wife, my life is my wife's, and my death is my wife's ghost. I will serve you all my life!"
Xu Wanrou sighed: "You...it was me who delayed you after all."
Lu Xiu just shook his head, his expression full of determination.
No third person knows about the conversation between the master and the servant.
Early the next morning, after breakfast, Song Xixi led Xu Wanrou to the ancestral hall, introduced to her the basic situation of the school, the number of students in the first batch, and asked her when she planned to start classes.
Xu Wanrou didn't expect that such a small village would just open a girls' school, but would dare to set up the school in the ancestral hall. She looked at Song Xixi as if she were looking at a little monster: "Do the people in your village respect you very much?"
Song Xixi didn't know why she asked that, and thought about it seriously: "I didn't see it with respect, but the fear is real."
Xu Wanrou thought of her uncanny power to kill a horse with one punch, and thought that this girl must have done something important to make the villagers let a little girl like her do whatever they wanted.
Her feeling was not wrong. She misunderstood Song Xixi about setting up the girls' school in the ancestral hall.
The fact that this was possible was really due to the village chief Song Wufu.
But the grandparents and grandchildren are not bad either.
Xu Wanrou had no objection to the decorations in the school. It was even better than she had imagined, so she decided to officially start classes in three days.
Song Xixi informed Song Wufu of the specific time, and Song Wufu immediately went to the houses to notify them, so that those who wanted to send their daughters to school should be prepared.
There are twenty girls of school age in the village, and four or five of them are older girls who want to be married to their husband's family, but the family does not let them go to school. They feel that they can't learn anything in a year and a half, so they might as well stay at home and work.
There are still five or six younger siblings who have to take care of their newborn siblings, at least until the younger siblings can walk and run before they can go to school.
Counting Ya'er, there were only ten female students in the first class.
On the first day of class, almost everyone in the village arrived.
Everyone entered the ancestral hall solemnly, crowded around the patio and watched quietly as Xu Wanrou named the unnamed children one by one, wrote their new names on white paper one by one, and asked them to keep it away.
"I have a name. I was born in winter. My wife named me Song Xuebing. It sounds so nice!"
"My name is also nice, it's Song Jingjia, and it has a good meaning, but it's a bit convoluted and I didn't remember it, haha~"
"And I, and I..."
The girls held their names like treasures and happily shared them with their companions. They felt from the bottom of their hearts that their names were the prettiest.
Their parents were smiling, and their eyes were red for some reason: "It's great to get a name, my girl also has a famous name..."
People who are willing to let their daughters study and grow will naturally love them.
Due to my lack of talent, I couldn't come up with a nice name, so I just followed the popular name of Daya Dani, fearing that the name I chose would have a bad meaning and make my daughter's life full of twists and turns.
Now that Xu Wanrou has given her daughter a good name, they seem to have achieved perfection. They try hard to change their names and call their daughter by her new name. Looking at their daughter's happy smile, they feel happy in their hearts.
Within a few days, the news that Song Jia'ao opened a girls' school and set it up in the ancestral hall spread in several nearby villages as if it had grown wings.
The villagers were all dumbfounded. They suspected that the people in Song Jia'ao were out of their minds. They had the ability to run a school for girls, but they ignored boys and opened it in the ancestral hall. They were not afraid of making the ancestors angry. This is not a bad idea.
What is it if it falls off?
In order to watch the fun, many people took a detour to the Song family ancestral hall after finishing their farm work. When they met people from the Song family, they would even make some insults.
The villagers in Songjia'ao didn't share their common knowledge, so they only asked Song Wufu's five questions that night, successfully shutting up these people and wishing they could send their daughter to study immediately.