Village Girl Struggle

When Mr. Ding was teaching, he did not let the idlers wait in the room, so Jiang Ying, who was an idler waiting, put his arms up and squatted under the root of the window outside the study, pricked his ears, and listened carefully. The voice of Mr. Ding in the room.

This Ding Xian lived in his forties, almost 50. In this life, he has never been to any place except Yangping, the provincial capital, and the capital, and the capital of the provincial capital was only in the scientific expedition. I made an appointment with my fellow villagers in the same year. I went to live in a fixed inn, and returned after the exam, so I kept a mouthful of the original Yangping dialect.

Coupled with the dull tone and hoarse voice, people who read the article really want to hear it.

If it wasn't for Jiang Ying to worry about Xiao Zhao Xi, Jiang Ying really wanted to find some cotton flowers to plug his ears!

What Mr. Ding is teaching is called Children’s Learning Classics. After Zhao Xi got the textbook, Jiang Ying used it to look through it. He thought it was used for enlightenment in this different world. The words in it are not difficult, and the meaning is simple. But Old Man Ding teaches one page a day, and he also requires that every word can be recognized. A page contains hundreds of words!

Such high demands, unless the five-year-old Zhao Xi is a child prodigy, can he remember it?

What's more, the old man just read the book twice, and then let Xiao Zhao Xi memorize it by himself, without explaining to Xiao Zhao Xi at all, I go, the fifty tael annual salary this year is too easy to get, right? If it is so easy to be a husband, my sister can be a teacher even if she is not a juror!

An hour later, the old man will test the first 20 lines of Xiao Zhao Xi, and ask Xiao Zhao Xi to read it out with the book.

"...Heaven and earth, everything, sun, moon, rain and dew, vegetation growing..."

However, Xiao Zhao Xi is really clever, and he actually read both lines of words in a good word. Jiang Ying at the root of the window clenched his fist and cheered Xiao Zhao Xi.

Xiao Zhao Xi is so good, he is indeed the king's apprentice hahaha!

Hearing Mr. Ding hummed dullly, he was disappointed when he heard that he didn't approve. He still let Xiao Zhaoxi continue to study later, or take the exam an hour later, and threatened to beat the board if he couldn't recognize a word.

Jiang Ying listened to Xiao Zhao Xi’s milky voice, thinking it was a pity, Hao Miao had a bad style. This Xiao Zhao Xi’s family thought it hadn’t been long since they came back from Beijing. The people are all pure Beijing Mandarin, and they are especially nice when they read books, but don't follow this old man to learn the weird accent and it will be disgusting.

Thinking like this, Jiang Ying stood up, pretended to be concerned, and looked inward at the window. The window was as high as Jiang Ying's chin. It was spring, and it was open. Jiang Ying could just see A little bit of the situation inside, I saw Zhao Xi sitting on a big chair with a small body and a large desk in front of him. Zhao Xi sat upright, with her small face drooping, and she was looking at the spread textbook in front of her intently. Her voice was low, soft, and well-behaved.

And Mr. Nading, with his hands on his back, his head held up, and his eyes squinted, with a black face almost expressionless, pacing slowly in the study, as if thinking about something important. Suddenly he shifted his gaze downwards, glanced at Xiao Zhao Xi coldly, and then put it back in an instant. The two thick broomsticks raised their eyebrows, but the corners of the lips were slightly lowered. The expression on her face looked like a sneer and mockery. With some malice?

Jiang Ying's heart suddenly chilled, and he hurriedly retracted his head, and then squatted down.

Why does a gentleman who has just been here a few days ago have such an expression towards his disciple?

If Xiao Zhao Xi is a stubborn baby who doesn't listen to discipline, it's fine. He is obviously very smart and obedient, and he is very serious about the daily assignments?

It was finally time for the meal. Xiao Zhao Xi recognized all the characters prescribed by Mr. Ding this morning, and finally was not beaten. Jiang Ying took Zhao Xi out, and he was relieved.

When returning to the small courtyard for a meal, Jiang Ying looked up to Grandma Gao to speak with anxiety.

"Grandma, the gentleman holds such a long and thick ruler in his hand, and the young master needs to recognize more than twenty words in an hour, and if he can't recognize a word, he will hit the palm of his hand!"

He shrank his neck as he said, looking very scared. In fact, she said that she wanted to probe Mother Gao's tone, to see if she went to the old lady and said this.

The grandmother was silent for a while before she said, "Strictly teaches students a high-level apprentice, and the gentleman is more strict, and he is also good for the young master's studies. Those of us who are subordinates, just serve them carefully."

She remembered going to the old lady to report this matter today. The old lady listened and was silent for a while. She only said how her husband taught her disciples, but the Neiwei woman is not easy to interfere. Let the servants perform their duties and take care of the young master. That's right.

After all, the story of the famous prodigal son is widely circulated in this dynasty. There is a grandmother in the family who is not willing to suffer for the little grandson. The little grandson is studying. The grandmother listens by the window. The husband wants to punish the grandson. Sir, it turned out that the little grandson didn’t learn and was ignorant. When he grew up, he fought and played bad luck. The family donated an official. But because of his illiteracy, he baffled the affairs of the court. The whole family was copied and cut off. , End with hatred.

This story was written as a storybook, called The Legend of the Forbidden Road. Recently, the old lady was letting the girl next to me read this storybook, and she was deeply moved. Madam Gao said such a thing. The old lady naturally took the story as a lesson. NS.

Seeing her look, Jiang Ying must have touched a soft nail in the old lady's place, and couldn't help worrying about Xiao Zhao Xi.

Sure enough, I was afraid of something. When he was studying in the afternoon, Xiao Zhao Xi was only a five-year-old kid no matter how clever he was. After two words were not recognized, Mr. Ding would be beaten up by Mr. Ding.

Seeing Mr. Ding pulling Zhao Xi’s small hand, the ruler was raised high, and landed on that small tender hand mercilessly. Zhao Xi snorted and did not cry, but Jiang Ying's heart was as if tugging. sad.

Mr. Ding hit and saw that Zhao Xi was not crying. The second and third hits were more like clouds and flowing water. They hit Zhao Xi's hands. This time Zhao Xi's eyes were full of tears, and her body trembled slightly at the moment of being beaten. Jiang Ying's heart was broken, and she couldn't help it anymore and rushed into the study.

"Mr. Ding wait a minute."

Mr. Ding squinted Jiang Ying, snorted from his nose, and cursed, "No rules! Don't step back!"

A little girl, dare to intervene to teach his disciples?

Jiang Ying said, "Sir, the young master is still young, so I'm afraid that he can't bear such a heavy punishment. Why... let me take it for you."

Mr. Ding snorted again, "For a slave who knows nothing, you will be punished by you, and you can learn the word recognition? Don’t get out of the way quickly! Otherwise, I’ll tell your master, it’s not a matter of a few rulers. NS!"

Zhao Xi gently pushed Jiang Ying with her other little hand, "Sister Ying, please go out." There was a weeping sound in her words.

However, Jiang Ying looked up at Mr. Ding and said, "Mr. Ding is an example of others, don’t you know the truth about how to help others? I don’t know which prodigy can recognize a hundred and eighty characters a day? If you don’t recognize it, you will be beaten? If you want to tell my host, you might as well tell even such high demands, so that the people of my host will like it, and the young master is also a child prodigy!"

Mr. Ding looked at this little girl with bright eyes, staring at himself fearlessly, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

But still holding the shelf, sneered, "What an unruly girl, since you said you want to be beaten for your young master, you will be fulfilled."

Jiang Ying stretched out his left hand and went over. Mr. Ding pulled it over and hit it like a torrential rain. These few shots were powerful and angry, and the natural force was not light. Jiang Ying could resist screaming by gritting his teeth. At the sound, Zhao Xi on one side hugged Jiang Ying's waist, already crying like a tearful person.