Ah Mang is eleven years old this year, and he is a child of an ordinary family in Mengzhai.

I haven't read a book, and I don't know how to speak elegantly, just like the children around me, when I get older, I start to help the family.

It stands to reason that a low-level person like him has nothing to do with the change of power in Mengzhai in recent months.

Because for the common people, no matter who is the leader, the taxes that should be paid must be paid, and the work that should be done must be done, and there is almost no difference.

The old man was killed, the rebels came to power, and the people at the bottom still lived.

Subsequently, the little head led the troops to kill back, the rebels were executed, and the blood of Mengzhai was flowing, and it did not have much impact on the people.

However, it didn't take long for Ah Mang and them to find out that as soon as the little head man took back the village, he did a big thing that affected the people of the entire village-

Xiaotou built a private school, which was used to make people read and write.

Xiaotou also ordered that everyone in the village between the ages of six and twelve should go to a private school to study.

This makes many people a little unhappy, because children of this age can basically help the family.

Especially teenage boys, they are half adults, eat a lot, and work a lot.

If they are all asked to read something, who will do the work at home?

It's just that the little head man gave the order, and after a big purge just now, the smell of blood in the village has not subsided, and the people's awe of the little head has reached its peak.

Alas, this little man looks young, but he is very powerful, and he is ruthless, if anyone dares to oppose him, he must be ready to be hung up and let out blood!

With awe in their hearts, no matter how unwilling the people were, they all sent the children of the family according to the request of the little head.

Fortunately, the beautiful lady in the private school was very kind and generous, and she said that all children who came to study could enjoy two free meals in the private school, breakfast and lunch.

Read books for free and provide meals?

The people were immediately rejoicing.

When the children came back from the private school, the family members chased after them and asked, "Does the private school really take care of the food?

It shouldn't be worse than at home, but it's also a private school built by a small head.

The family muttered in their hearts, but they heard their children say, "I really take care of the meal!" If I go in the morning, I will read in the morning first, and then I will eat after reading in the morning." Breakfast and lunch are all dry rice, and there are meat and fishy dishes in the lunch dishes......"

The children's faces were filled with happy smiles.

Mengzhai is in the mountains, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the mountain people usually hunt game.

But more often than not, the game has to be taken down the mountain for money, and the family rarely gets a bite to eat.

There is also food, and only the pillars of the family can generally eat a bowl of dry rice, and children, women and the elderly will drink thin mouths and barely mix water.

Many children, who have grown up to be in their teens, have never eaten such a full meal at home, but have a round belly in a private school.

When the family listened to the child's words, they first didn't believe it, and then they were excited.

If you can't work for the family, don't do it, if nothing else, just to let the child eat a few full meals for free, they also want to let the child go to school in this private school.

However, the facts then showed the mountain people that the children could not only eat free meals at the private school, but also learn knowledge that would be useful for life.

A mang is a case in point.

The eggs that his aunt had saved for half a month should be sold, and his father happened to catch a few more game, and wanted to take them to the mountain together for money.

There is salt in the village, but there are some daily necessities, and it is cheaper to go down the mountain to buy them than to get them yourself.

"Daddy, I'll go with you!"

Ah Mang saw that Daddy had packed up the back basket, so he said excitedly.

"What are you going to do? I finally don't go to school today, so you can do some work at home and let your aunt rest!" Daddy disagreed.

Ah Mang said, "Daddy, you don't know much about Yayan, you went to the bottom of the mountain, and it was difficult to talk to people." However, I, after studying with my husband for a few days, simple conversations are still no problem. ”

When Daddy heard this, his face softened.

Not to mention, their mountain people do not understand the language of the Han people under the mountain, and they often have misunderstandings.

It's okay to say that there is a misunderstanding or something, but the key is that their mountain people always suffer.

My son went to school for a few days, and when he came back from school, he could hear him reading some nice articles in a nice tone...... Well, nothing else, it should be possible to communicate with the people of Yamashita!

Daddy was convinced, so he took Mang down the mountain together.

"Eggs are four cents a piece, you have a total of seventeen here, four seven twenty-one, one four get four, a total of sixty-one cents. ”

"The pheasant is too chai, and it still has hair, and I will calculate it for you nine wen a catty, a total of thirty-four catties, four nine thirty-two, three nine twenty-four, a total of two hundred and seventy-six wen ......"

A simple young man, but his mouth is very neat, and he says a lot of things.

What four-seven-two-one, what four-nine-thirty-two, listening to Daddy's ears, is more like a nice spell.

In order to show the authority of his words, the young man also pulled a small abacus in his hand, and his five fingers flew up and down, only the abacus beads crackled.

Daddy was dazzled, and his brain was even more confused.

Whether it's a "spell" or an abacus, he doesn't understand it, he just thinks that people have noses and eyes, and it's true at first glance.

He asked in blunt official dialect, "How much are chickens and pheasants?"

"Altogether-" The young man fiddled with the calculations again, and was about to report the total, but was interrupted by Ah Mang, who couldn't listen anymore.

"You wait!"

Ah Mang was so angry that his eyes were red, he glared at the little guy like a calf, and asked in a daze, "You said four-seven-two-one, four-nine-three-two, three-nine-two-four?"

His official words are better than what Daddy said, not only is it not hard, but it is not weird, but it is very authentic.

In the border land, the young man was a little surprised to hear such a straightforward official language.

You know, the official language of this little guy in front of him is more authentic than the official language he learned from the shopkeeper.

“...... Yes, yes!"

The young man paused for a moment, then reacted, and said confidently: "It's 4721, 4932, 3924!"

Ah Mang was amused, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Come on, everyone come and see, there is a powerful person here who has caught up with the saints and sages." The sages of the people clearly said in the book 'four seven twenty-eight, four nine thirty-six, three nine two seven', but this little brother insisted on 'four seven twenty-one, four nine thirty-two, three nine twenty-four'!"

Ah Mang is a child in the mountains, and his voice is already loud, and his shouting really attracted the shops on the left and right, as well as the pedestrians on the road.

Hearing him say those algorithm formulas clearly, there were people in the crowd of onlookers who couldn't help laughing, and the eyes that looked at the young man were full of disdain......