Fang Lingjun saw that the scholars were still immersed in excitement and had no intention of attending classes for the time being, so he decided not to give lectures and introduce tools to the students.
"Lvliu, Xiaoning, please pass out the stationery too."
The two of them walked into the hut again and brought out a basket.
There are small cloth bags in the basket, one for each scholar.
Opening the small cloth bag, there were three notebooks, six pencils and a small knife.
At the bottom of the bag, there are three pieces of chalk made of lime.
Scholars don't know pencils and chalk, but they know notebooks.
"Hey! A notebook made of white paper!"
"Is this also for us?"
"Mr. Jin is so generous!"
Many scholars couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
Paper is still very valuable in Dakang. It is used to print textbooks. Many scholars are already surprised, but they can understand it.
After all, teaching materials can be reused.
Now Jin Feng gave each of them three notebooks bound with white paper!
In the eyes of scholars, this behavior is as luxurious as using glass as a window!
"I have told everyone long ago that Mr. Jin attaches great importance to education, and he also attaches great importance to you!"
Fang Lingjun took the opportunity to say: "So everyone must not disappoint Mr. Jin's expectations!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Fang, students will study hard!"
The scholars all spoke their words to assure themselves.
There are also some more lively scholars who have already begun to study pencils.
But Dakang had never had a pencil before, and they couldn't understand it, so they asked Fang Lingjun: "Sir, what is this?"
"This is a new pen invented by Mr. Jin, called a pencil!"
Fang Lingjun picked up a sharpened pencil and raised it: "There is a knife in the bag. If you sharpen the pencil like this, you can write in the notebook."
There were so many shocks today that the scholars have become numb.
After listening to Fang Lingjun's words, they all took out knives and pencils from their bags.
The pocket knife is similar to the folding pencil sharpener that Jin Feng used in elementary school, but it is also the first time for the scholars to see it.
"Oh, this knife is so sharp!"
"Yes, it's much faster than the kitchen knife passed down from my family!"
"Such a knife can be sold for at least ten cents, right?"
"Don't say ten coins, even if you give me a hundred coins, I won't be willing to sell it! This is a gift from Mr. Jin, and it has words engraved on it. Are you willing to sell it?"
"Any more words? Where?"
Many scholars immediately looked at the knife and found a line of small words on the back of the knife:
The first commemoration of Huaxia University Jinchuan Normal College.
Now no scholar ever said anything about selling the knife.
This line of small print proves the origin of the knife.
A souvenir of the first class of Jinchuan Normal University. This added value alone far exceeds the value of the knife itself!
With this mentality in mind, scholars are very careful when sharpening their pencils.
"The pencil is different from the brushes we used before. It is a hard pen that is more convenient to carry, writes faster, and the words written are smaller, saving paper."
Fang Lingjun acted as the narrator.
Most of the scholars were young people in their late teens or early twenties. They were attracted by pencils and began to try them on their notebooks.
"Hey, this one can really write."
"Haha, Brother Zhu, your handwriting is so ugly!"
"Oh, why did it break?"
"Mine is also broken, what a pity!"
The students' exclamations kept coming, making the classroom as lively as a vegetable market.
After the students digested for a while, Fang Lingjun picked up the pointer and knocked on the table, and the classroom became quiet.
"Next, I will explain to you another thing that we often use in teaching."
Fang Lingjun held up a piece of chalk: "This is chalk. We will need to use this often when we go back."
After speaking, he wrote "Country Odyssey" on the blackboard behind him.
It has to be said that people who know calligraphy are different. Although he has only been exposed to chalk for a short time, the words written by Fang Lingjun are still elegant and charming.
"After writing with this kind of chalk, you can wipe it off with a cloth."
Fang Lingjun picked up a piece of coarse cloth, erased the words on the blackboard, and then wrote them again.
"Hey, this is convenient."
"Yes, it will fall off as soon as you wipe it, and it can still be used next time."
The scholars took out the chalk from the bottom of the bag, put it in their hands and observed curiously.
Some couldn't help but write on the table.
The classroom atmosphere is extremely active.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible to get them to calm down and learn, so Fang Lingjun gave up the plan of teaching.
"Everyone, please study it carefully. The official class will start in the afternoon. I hope you can all take your hearts back by then!"
Fang Lingjun confessed and walked out of the classroom with his hands behind his back.
Jin Feng also left through the back door with Tie Hammer and others.
"Mr. Jin, are you disappointed? The classroom was in such a mess in the first period."
Fang Lingjun said with a smile.
"It's okay. They are exposed to so many new things for the first time. They need time to digest them. I think they will be fine in the afternoon." Jin Feng waved his hand.
"Yeah, don't talk about these children. When I saw pencils and chalk for the first time, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for two nights."
Fang Lingjun said: "I am looking forward to compulsory education more and more now!"
"I am looking forward too!"
"By the way, Mr. Jin, have schools in various places started to prepare?"
"It has already started," Jin Feng replied: "I selected a team of people from the Zhongming Group to set up a school inspection team. They set out to various places in Guangyuan a few days ago and were responsible for selecting suitable places to build schools and arranging carpenters to make them.
Providing desks and chairs and painting blackboards should not delay the start of school next spring."
"That's good," Fang Lingjun nodded: "How many schools does Mr. Jin plan to open in the first batch?"
"I am still trying to cross the river by feeling the stones now. I plan to use Guangyuan as a pilot first to see how the teaching effect is. If I am satisfied, I will open the second batch in Mianzhou and Xichuan in March."
Jin Feng said: "Sir, I'm afraid it will be hard for a while. I have already arranged for people to go to Mianzhou and Xichuan to recruit and select scholars. After this group of students starts teaching in the spring of next year, the second group of students will come."
"This is what I do, what's the hard work?" Fang Lingjun shook his head and said: "As long as all the children in Dakang can read, let alone this little hard work, even if I die here from exhaustion, I will be satisfied!
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"Mr. Fang is so righteous!" Jin Feng bowed his hands to Fang Lingjun.
"How can I be called righteous? Mr. Jin is the real righteous one!" Fang Lingjun waved his hands repeatedly, then looked back at the classroom behind him: "I believe that as long as Mr. Jin persists, this place will definitely become a prosperous place."
A new beginning!”
"I believe it too!" Jin Feng nodded: "Education is the foundation of national destiny. As long as we can cultivate a steady stream of talents, Dakang will never be bullied by foreigners again!"
Just as Fang Lingjun was about to answer, Han Feng hurried over.