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"Come, students, let's start class!"

With a burst of warm applause, the first class of Wangbei Village Primary School officially kicked off. As the only teacher in Wangbei Village Primary School, Liu Xinghao, who was standing in front of the students, suddenly became a little nervous.

Because today he had to face not only fifteen children, but also the children's families and those people in the village who loved to watch the excitement, all of them stretched out their heads and looked curiously outside the courtyard of Nguyen Mei Zhao's house.

The children's class is set up in the courtyard of Nguyen Mei Zhao's house. Because of the limited conditions, there is no blackboard in this class, but Liu Xinghao thought of a good way, he found a bag of fine sand, spread it on the table, spread it evenly, and use his fingers as a pen to write Chinese characters one by one on the fine sand. Once you've written it, you can smooth it out and recycle it again.

Looking at the cute smiling faces of the children, Liu Xinghao smiled, relaxed his mind, and first introduced himself to everyone: "My surname is Liu, and my name is Liu Xinghao." All students can call me Mr. Liu. In my first class today, I would like to give you an introduction to the language we speak. Liu Xinghao's aura was very full, as soon as he spoke, the audience became silent, and the children were listening carefully to Liu Xinghao's lecture, and their thirst for knowledge was deeply written on their faces.

"The language we usually speak is called Chinese, and it can also be called Chinese. The language left by our ancestors has now swept the world. On this planet under our feet, as long as there is a place where human beings live, there will be people who speak Chinese like us. The 5,000-year-old cultural energy of Chinese civilization is all accumulated in Chinese characters. As a language, we must not only be able to speak it, but also learn to be able to write it, which is Chinese characters. With that, he stretched out his finger and wrote two big characters on the "sand table" he had created—Chinese characters.

"That's a good point! It turns out that this kind of Chinese language we speak is so remarkable!" Ruan Meizhao, who was hiding in the room, could clearly hear every word Liu Xinghao said in the courtyard.

For the sake of face, it is not good for her to be a student with those children. But for this little girl, who had just turned twenty, the attraction of knowledge to her was endless. She quietly opened the window a little, and through the gap, she saw Liu Xinghao in the garden writing something on the sand table. At this time, although her people stayed in the house, her heart had already flown into the courtyard.

"Students, do you know how to write your own name?"

Liu Xinghao looked around, most of the children present were shaking their heads, only Xiao Cong, the son of Da Niu, said timidly: "My surname is Niu, I can write the word Niu!" But Cong is a little difficult. ”

"Oh, then you come up and write. Liu Xinghao was very impressed by Xiao Cong, the child, and the two of them met as soon as they entered the village that day, and he was very fond of this big-eyed little boy.

Xiao Cong walked to the sand table, thought about it carefully, and muttered in his mouth: "The ox has four legs...... He drew two horizontals first;

"There must be a head and a tail...... and then a vertical pass through the two horizontals;

"There are horns on the head......" added at the end;

"Well, that's how it should be written, right?" After writing, Xiao Cong timidly raised his face and looked at Liu Xinghao.

"There are two horns on the head of the ox, why did you draw one?" The children on the side thought that Satoshi was scribbling, and laughed.

"No, no, no, children, Satoshi is right! Although his strokes are in the wrong order, the cow character is indeed written like this. Xiao Cong, a child, once again made Liu Xinghao look at him with admiration. I didn't think that he was the only one in this group of children who could write, and I really don't know where he learned it. "Xiao Cong, where did you learn to write this cow character? I heard you muttering like a mantra just now?"

"I used to see the village chief write this word, and he said that this word is called Niu, which is my surname, and then I have been silently remembering it in my heart. "Satoshi's immature face, with a pair of big black eyes flickering, is much more beautiful than his muscular 'stick-like father'.

"This kid is so smart! Your dad didn't give you the wrong name. Come, I'll teach you how to write the correct strokes......" The first class went unusually well, and the children were scrambling to ask Liu Xinghao to teach them how to write their names.

The village chief, who was standing outside the courtyard, nodded with satisfaction, very satisfied with this young man's teaching. Just turned around, and suddenly saw Uncle Huo rushing towards this side in a hurry.

"Jin Gui, what's wrong?" the village chief greeted him unhurriedly, looking at Huo Jingui's expression, it seemed that something was going on.

"The gang from Luya Village next door is here again, it seems that they are here to rob their relatives! It's almost at the entrance of our village, what do you think?" Uncle Huo wiped the sweat from his forehead, obviously trotting all the way just now.

"Why are these people here again, which girl are they going to rob this time?" The expression on the village chief's face became gloomy when he heard that it was someone from Luya Village who had come to rob him.

"Who else could it be, it must be here to grab beautiful photos!"

In the northern mountains of Vietnam, there is an ethnic minority called Lou Lou. The way young men of this ethnic minority courtship women is very special. They will use the most primitive and violent means to achieve their goals, that is, to rob directly!

If a young man from the Lou tribe takes a fancy to a girl he likes, he will try his best to find out where she lives and whether she is married. As long as you find out that the girl is not married, whether you have a boyfriend or not, you will directly organize a team of people to rob the girl to the man's house, and force the raw rice to be cooked into rice! They are using established facts to make people unable to go back.

The team of relatives is generally composed of the man's family and friends, and they work together as one, after all, it is related to the lifelong affairs of their own people, so once these people start, none of them will be soft!

This wild custom of snatching relatives has been practiced for many years, and the Loulou people have done it for generations. The local government has always kept a blind eye to this folk custom, and even if you call the police, no one will take care of it. So if you want to stop this kind of snatching relatives, there is only one way, and that is - to counter violence with violence!