The private school in Linshan Village is regarded as an ethnic group. Most of the people in the village have the surname Zhang. There are only a few families whose ancestors escaped from the disaster. However, after several generations of reproduction, they are also related to the people in the village. The ethnic group is an old scholar in the village.
He is teaching, and he is the elder of Grandpa Xingyue in terms of seniority, and he is very prestigious in the village. If his child doesn't listen well in class, he will definitely be beaten when he returns home if he just says a word.
After Xingyue arrived at the private school, she found her seat and sat down obediently.
"Xingyue, have you completed the task assigned by Master yesterday?" asked a little girl from the same village.
"Of course it's done." Xingyue replied.
"You are so smart. I haven't memorized it for a long time. I wonder if Dafuzi knows how to do it." The little girl said with tears in her eyes.
"No, Master didn't say to check today. If you go home after school and memorize more, it will definitely be fine." Xingyue comforted her.
It is said to be an endorsement task, but in fact it is just a simple verse to enlighten little children. It is not difficult, but it must be familiar to children who have just studied for a short time.
As he was talking, Master walked in from the door.
As expected, the master did as Tong Yue said. He did not pick anyone to check, but simply said that he should always be familiar with the previous content. After that, he raised his hand and touched his goatee, opened the book in his hand, and started today's teaching.
When the master reads a sentence, the children below will read a sentence too. After learning an article, let the children take out charcoal pencils and small wooden boards to practice calligraphy.
As for why it is charcoal and wood board instead of brush and paper, it is because pen, ink, paper and inkstone are too expensive. The little children are now unstable and wasteful. The family cannot afford it, so they use the easiest materials.
Charcoal and wooden board.
Today's teaching will soon be over. Private schools in the village have classes in the morning, and help with work at home or go out to play in the afternoon.
Before school ends, Master tells everyone some news.
"Children, if someone is selected for the Immortal Sect selection that happens once every ten years soon, our Linshan Village will be very lucky."
The children didn't understand, and Xingyue didn't understand what the Immortal Sect selection was, so they all looked at the Master with confusion on their faces.
The Master looked down at the cute dolls looking up at him in confusion, and couldn't help but smile, and then said
"Xianmen selection is to select talented children from all over the country and send them to Xianmen to study. No one in our Linshan village has been selected for decades. I hope that someone will be selected this time, so that our village can be spared ten years of
tax."
Of course, the children still didn’t quite understand these words, so the husband said again
"These immortals can not only fly to the sky and escape from the earth, but can also raise their hands to summon fire. I heard that there used to be droughts in places, and there were immortals who would make it rain from the sky to alleviate the drought."
The children understood these words. They had all heard all kinds of magical stories, and they usually yearned for these things like flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, so they all exclaimed.
"Master, are there really immortals?"
"Master, can immortals really fly into the sky and escape to the earth?"
Although Xingyue is very precocious compared to other children of the same age, she is only seven years old after all, so she was very excited when she heard the news.
I don't know why, but Xing Yue just feels that she can become an immortal.
The Master smiled and stopped the children from shouting and gave them a positive answer.
Although the children were still a little too excited to control themselves, they thought about their buttocks and held back. After all, compared to the illusory immortals, their own buttocks that are close at hand are more worthy of care.