The private school in Linshan Village is considered a clan school. Most of the people in the village have the surname Zhang, and only a few families have escaped from their ancestors. However, after several generations of reproduction, they have also been associated with the villagers. The clan school is an old scholar in the village.
When teaching, he is considered to be the Grandpa Xingyue by seniority and has great prestige in the village. If anyone’s child doesn’t listen carefully in class, he just needs to say one sentence and he will definitely be beaten when he gets home.
After Xingyue arrived at the private school, she found her seat and sat down obediently.
"Xingyue, have you completed the task assigned by the master yesterday?" asked the little girl from the same village on the side.
"Of course it's done." Xingyue replied.
"You are so smart. I haven't memorized it for a long time. I wonder if the Master will beat the phone." The little girl said in tears.
"No, Master didn't say that you check today. You will be able to recite more after school after you go home, so you will definitely be able to recite it." Xingyue comforted her.
It is said to be a task of memorizing, but in fact it is just a simple poem to enlighten the little doll. It is not difficult, but it is more familiar to children who have just studied for a while.
As he spoke, the Master walked in through the door.
As Xingyue said, the Master did not pick people to check it out, and said he should be familiar with the previous content frequently. Then he raised his hand and touched his goatee, opened the book in his hand, and started today's teaching.
The Master read a sentence, and the children below read it. After learning an article, they asked the children to take out charcoal pens and small wooden boards to practice calligraphy.
As for why it is a charcoal pen and wooden board, rather than a brush and paper, it is because the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are too expensive. The little dolls are now unstable and use it to waste and cannot afford it at home, so they use the easiest way to obtain materials.
Charcoal pens and wooden boards.
Soon today's teaching ended. The private schools in the village all had classes in the morning, helped with work or went out to play at home in the afternoon.
Before school is over, Master will tell you something.
"Children, if someone is selected for the Immortal Sect, which is once every ten years, we will have great blessings in Linshan Village."
The children didn't understand, and Xingyue didn't understand what the selection of the immortal sect was, so they all looked at the Master with confusion on their faces.
The Master looked down at the cute dolls who looked down at him in a confused manner for a day, couldn't help but smile, and then said
"The selection of immortal gate is to select talented children from all over the place to send them to the immortal gate to study. No one has been selected for decades in our Linshan Village. I hope someone will be selected this time, so that our village can be exempted from ten years of
tax."
Of course, the children still don't understand these words very much, so the gentleman said
"These immortals can not only fly to the sky and hide, but also raise their hands to catch fire. I heard that there were droughts in places in the past, and there were immortals that would make the sky rain and relieve drought."
The children understood these words, and they had heard all kinds of magical stories. They usually yearn for these flying and hiding, so they exclaimed.
"Teacher, are there really immortals?"
"Teacher, can immortals really fly to the sky and escape from the earth?"
Although Xingyue is very precocious compared to children of the same age, she is only seven years old after all, so she is very excited to hear the news.
For some reason, Xingyue felt that she would definitely become an immortal.
The Master smiled and stopped the children's shouting and gave them a positive answer.
Although the children were still a little excited and couldn't control themselves, they still held back their butt eggs. After all, compared to the illusory immortals, their butt eggs are more worthy of care.