The children of Dashan Village have an extremely strong desire for knowledge.

The children of the city were tired of boring recitation, but they tirelessly chewed on the slightly jerky rhymes repeatedly, shaking their heads as if they were completely immersed in it.

The children in the city were crying and clamoring for better stationery, but one by one they squatted on the ground and used branches to imitate the words taught by Xuan Wei on the sand, not without paper and pen, but hiding at home and reluctant to use it.

The children in the city angrily threw the teaching materials their parents bought on the ground, but they gathered around, flipping through the slightly tattered picture books, and laughing and chattering.

Children in the city see compulsory education as a task and a burden, but they look forward to the day when they can walk into school with their school bags on their backs and in their brand new uniforms.

Limited by geographical factors and economic level, the dream of children in Dashan Village to go to school seems very luxurious, and they look forward to it day by day, one year older and one year older, but there is no hope so far.

But their thirst for knowledge has not been extinguished, on the contrary, their thirst for knowledge has grown in this environment!

Therefore, they especially cherish the knowledge taught by Xuanwei, study carefully every day, and take the trouble to review it when they go home.

In this regard, the villagers of Dashan Village expressed strong support, and they even pooled some money for tuition fees from each family, imploring Xuanwei to continue to serve as the children's teacher.

Xuan Wei refused verbally, but even so, the villagers still sent some food and drink every once in a while, and it was difficult to refuse with hospitality.

In fact, it is completely understandable that the villagers are generally not highly educated, and they were so eager to learn and knowledge at the beginning, but unfortunately their thirst for knowledge was not satisfied. It is precisely because of this that they hope that their children can fill the regrets of their childhood and stop suffering the loss of no culture!

Many people may now say that reading is not the only way out, but no one can deny that reading is indeed an opportunity to change their lives for children from poor families! Having knowledge is no less than having a bargaining chip to pry fate!

Xuan Wei appreciates this positive attitude because he does not have the slightest perfunctory and slack when teaching, and does his best to impart his knowledge to these seedlings who have been in drought for a long time!

"Rather than giving gold and silver, maybe this is the best way to repay Dashan Village!" Xuan Wei couldn't help but think as he slowly demonstrated the order of strokes of a few words on the blackboard.

The children were holding branches on the ground while checking the blackboard, but they were blind and had no way to check their results and give targeted suggestions.

But it's not a big deal, Xuan Wei can't see it, but he has Xiao Ash as his eyes!

In the past, when I was in the view of heaven and earth, no one taught Xiao Ash from scratch, because Xiao Ash could not read and write, but now it is learning with a group of children, of course, it is advancing by leaps and bounds.

No, after Xiao Ash finished copying on the ground with his paws, he looked back and forth at the homework of the students next to him like a class leader, and every time someone made a mistake, it would stretch out its paws to correct it.

The children felt a little strange at first, but after a long time, they accepted the identity of the little gray class leader and school bully. Now every time Ash takes the initiative to come and check, they are nervous, for fear that they will find out what is wrong.

Of course, there are smart and dull children, and a boy can't copy the words on the blackboard, so he is so anxious that he wipes his tears.

"Don't cry, take your time, and remember with your heart!" Xuan said softly, holding the boy's hand and guiding him hand in hand.

The boy who had been taken by Xuan Wei and written several times had a look of shame on his face, and he said with a little apprehension. "Teacher, I'll write it myself once, can you see if it's right this time?"

As soon as the words came out, the boy realized that he had said the wrong thing, and Xuan Wei was blind, so how could he check if he had written correctly?

"Teacher, I'm sorry!" the boy lowered his head in frustration and slapped his mouth a few times.

Xuan Wei smiled kindly, reached out and took the boy's hand, and placed it on top of his palm.

"It's okay, you just write it on the teacher's palm, and the teacher can see it!" Xuan Wei said gently.

The boy timidly stretched out his fingers and slowly wrote in the palm of Xuanwei's hand.

"A short horizontal, a long horizontal below, then a skimming, and the last one. Teacher, did I write the word 'heaven' correctly?" the boy asked in a low voice as he looked up at Xuanwei with fine sweat on his nose.

Xuanwei patted the boy's head, nodded and said, "It's well written!"

The boy let out a long breath and then a big smile on his face.

Before he could say anything, the children next to him came up, wanting Xuanwei to see how they were writing.

Xuan Wei patiently asked each child to finish writing in the palm of his hand, and commented and encouraged them one by one.

It turns out that with patience and care, children's growth is a matter of course.

Watching the students grow little by little, the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is even better than that of a few disciples who taught the view of heaven and earth.

Let's put it this way, Ming Ye and several other disciples have qualifications that far surpass ordinary people, and their growth is more taken for granted in Xuanwei's eyes.

And these children, maybe their subtle progress is a huge surprise in Xuanwei's eyes.

Faintly, Xuan Wei was somewhat aware that perhaps in the process of these children growing up, he himself had gained a lot of things on the way to becoming a teacher.

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The time was almost noon, and Xuan Wei just finished telling the children the mythical story of Hou Yi shooting the sun.

"Children, that's all for today's class, let's go home and eat!" Xuan Wei clapped his hands and said loudly.

The children were so enchanted that they didn't realize that the sun had climbed straight above.

"Goodbye, teacher!"

"I'll see you tomorrow, teacher!"

The children spontaneously placed their small benches on the side of the courtyard, smoothed out the traces of writing on the ground with brooms, and said goodbye to Xuanwei in twos and threes.

"Erha, send the children to the village!" Xuan Wei shouted outside the Taoist temple.

Erha, who was playing with sparrows outside, immediately responded, returned to the door of the Taoist temple, and led the children lined up down the mountain to go home.

Although the road down the mountain has been built quite smoothly, but after all, it is in the mountains and forests, and it is inevitable that there will be some snakes, insects, rats and ants.

The villagers of Dashan Village had seen Erha, who was like a calf, and knew that this was the "spirit dog" beside Xuanwei, so they were relieved to let the children go up and down the mountain by themselves.