The people of Shituoao are simple and kind, coupled with the fact that it is a remote place, and the household registration management is not strict, under the protection of the whole village, it didn't take long for Zhang Qi to officially become a villager of Shituoao. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Identity: An orphan who has been exiled here, his name is: Wind Song.

When Rizheng informed him of the situation, he bowed deeply and expressed his heartfelt gratitude. Li Zheng paid a few more words, and when he was about to leave, he asked suspiciously: "Feng Ge, are you really literate?" Feng Ge nodded, Li Zheng picked up a small wooden stick and wrote a few words on the ground, Feng Ge easily recognized it, which made Li Zheng very surprised, "Have you read a book?" Feng Ge hesitated for a moment and said: "I forgot, but I know words and remember some poems and books." After speaking, he picked up a small wooden stick and wrote a few words on the ground.

Li Zheng suddenly felt that Shi Tuoao had picked up a treasure, because he didn't know a few words on the ground. He came up with the idea to let Fengge teach the children in the village. In a remote village like this, you can't invite you, and you can't afford to invite a private gentleman, he can know a few words, or when he was young, he was taught by the kind bookkeeper in the county seat.

As the days passed, Fengge still lived in a simple place and rarely interacted with the villagers. Even when he met villagers at the foot of the mountain, he always politely stepped aside and smiled. His heart is always in a trance, as if he is not interested in anything, in a state of autism, only when the children come to play, he is slightly happy.

The matter of wanting to let Fengge be Mr. Kids, caused a lot of controversy in the village. Finding a gentleman for a child is a very important and sacred matter, the master and apprentice are like father and son, how can a madman be a gentleman!" "He is not a madman, he just has amnesia, how many times have I told you!" Li Zheng was a little angry, "He knows more words than me, where to find such a good thing within a hundred miles, you see that these bear children in the village are almost adults, do you want to be like you, be blind for the rest of your life!" Li Zheng's words hit the hearts of the villagers, who doesn't hope that their children can be literate and can get out of this remote mountain village.

Feng Ge looked at Li Zheng, Uncle Qiu, and a few elderly villagers, a little inexplicable, these people were holding a big bag of grain, and they also carried a big red rooster and put it into his shack. The shack was too small, so everyone could only stand outside and talk, "Fengge, I'll discuss something with you." Rizheng smiled and said, "Oh." Feng Ge responded, and the villagers were accustomed to his character of rarely speaking.

"Look, you are literate, can you teach the children in the village. Li Zheng got down to business, Feng Ge was stunned, and said, "I, I won't." Li Zheng was anxious, "You know words, do you remember some poems and books, is it true?" Fengge nodded, "Isn't this over, just teach children to read, it's easy." "You also know how to read words, how do you teach?" Zhang Qi asked in a wooden manner, and the villagers who came with him were happy, this madman, isn't he crazy.

Li Zheng blushed, the words he knew were all east and west, almost not even sentences, how dare he teach students, spread out, and not be ashamed to die. "That, that, I'm old and don't have much energy, Fengge, you see how good our village is to you, and I helped you settle down. Rizheng began to move with emotion.

Feng Ge was silent for a few moments, then nodded in agreement. Teaching a few children to read and write, for him, is really nothing, this village took him in, teaching the children in the village to read, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness. "Where to teach? Prepare pens, ink, paper, and inkstones. Feng Ge asked quietly, and the faces of the people who came at this time were a little hot.

The villagers actually don't trust Fengge. I just want to try it, if it doesn't work, forget it, it's a farce, if he can really teach the child, he will officially let the child and worship the teacher. Besides, consumables such as ink and paper are very expensive, so how can they be wasted. When he came, Uncle Qiu thought of a way, so he asked Fengge to teach the children on the beach by the river, and they could write on the beach. This kind of thought, for the villagers, is a bit inferior, and they feel guilty.

Li Zheng said his thoughts uneasily, Feng Ge nodded indifferently and said: "Then let's start tomorrow, I'll go to the river beach early in the morning to wait for the children." After saying that, he walked into the shack, brought out the things sent by the villagers, and said calmly: "Thank you for your kindness, I have enough food, you can take it back." The villagers were in a hurry, they had already lost their manners, and the things were returned again, where to put this face, and said that Feng Ge had to accept it, and after arguing for a while, Feng Ge understood the meaning, so he accepted it.

In the early morning, the river beach was lively, and more than 20 underage children in the village arrived one after another, chasing and playing excitedly, "Brother Fengge, you want to teach us to read and write? Do you really know how to read?" The little girl named Niuniu was full of curiosity, "Fengge, I don't want to know how to read, take us to play!" The black and strong child called Xiaoshi, who was faintly a child king, shouted nonchalantly, "That's it, take us to the mountains to play." "Tell a story!" "Go down to the river and touch the crabs!" ---- other children began to heckle.

Feng Ge was so troubled that his head was so big, how can these bear children be taught? I was a little angry in my heart, and yelled: "Shut up for me, stand up!" This roar frightened all the children, and Niuniu and a few little girls cried in fright. Feng Ge was a little regretful that he shouldn't be angry, and the little stone came out again, "What are you crazy about? Roar again, I call my dad and my uncle ----" Before he finished speaking, he was caught in front of him by Feng Ge, put down on the beach, and slapped a few slaps on the buttocks, which made the little stone scream in pain, and then cried more sadly than Niuniu.

The bear kid is instigated, this crazy brother, crazy brother, can't be provoked! Fengge spat out a turbid breath, finally calmed the scene, what are you going to do next? Don't say anything, read and write, teach three times a day, and after teaching the day, it's fucking upset! "You listen to me, whether you want to or not, learn three words a day, you can't learn it, be careful of your ass!" Feng Ge opened his mouth with a cold face, and after speaking, he deliberately glanced at the small stone that was still sobbing, all the children, like a conditioned reflex, covered their little buttocks with their hands.

In the crop field not far away, Li Zheng and a few villagers hid inside to watch secretly. When Xiaoshi was beaten, Uncle Qiu almost rushed over, it was his little grandson, he was reluctant to fight, how could he tolerate outsiders beating. Still Li held him down with his forehand, and said quite dissatisfied: "There is a filial son under the stick, a talent is born under the stick, and a strict teacher produces a high apprentice! You old thing, don't spoil the future of your children and grandchildren!" Uncle Qiu retorted wordlessly, "Besides, your grandson is really underwhelmed." Li Zheng's last sentence made him anxious: "If you don't have a grandson, you will be jealous of me!" That Niu Niu is Li Zheng's granddaughter, in this patriarchal era, there is only one girl in the grandchildren, which makes Li Zheng very disappointed, and he was also anxious when Uncle Qiu exposed the sore spots, and the two old men looked at each other angrily, and the people next to them hurriedly persuaded each other.

In the early morning of Shituoao, there was an unprecedented sound of reading, and this landscape seemed to be injected with a different kind of vitality and vitality. After a short period of running-in, the children in the village began to like this kind of learning life, literacy in the morning, reciting catchy poems, and in the afternoon, under the leadership of Fengge, they played crazy, and adults did not interfere, which was really happy.

With the children, the melancholy wind song gradually became cheerful. Instead of struggling to chase the lost memories, it is better to forget the years, since fate sent me here, then cheer up, live well, as a new life, for the memory of forgetting, let go, it is also a relief.