On a brand new door panel that is not much smaller than the gate of the city wall, Song Yong, who is holding a thick charcoal, writes Arabic numerals from 1 to 10 on it.

Because the writing is too big, when the ten numbers are written, the whole door panel is a little full.

There were more than 400 people sitting together, and that was a bunch of bosses.

Even in primitive times, there seems to be no such thing as myopia, and because of their rich diet, there is no such thing as night blindness.

However, Song Yong was still worried about the people sitting in the back, because they couldn't see the handwriting on the door panel from too far away.

So that his literacy effect is not so prominent.

However, the cruel truth ruthlessly proved such a point to him:

The natives could not read the handwriting on the door panel clearly, and could Brother Yong's narration be listened to in detail? There seems to be no inevitable relationship between the above factors and whether they can learn it.

Or rather, to put it on a different footing.

Could it be that as long as these muddy guys can see and hear very clearly, they can grasp all these things......?

Of course, at the beginning of the course, everything went smoothly.

The natives no longer have any concept of numbers, and most people can do the basic operation of counting from one to ten on ten fingers.

According to the gourd painting, forcibly cramming duck teaching.

Song Yong taught the guys the meaning of each number once, and then asked them to take a branch and write on the dirt floor in front of them.

Literacy was an emergency, and he didn't have any paper and pen preparations, so he could only make do with a branch of a tree temporarily.

After a group of natives, it took about 20 minutes to write and draw.

In the end, they achieved results, although they were a little ugly when they wrote it, but they finally knew how to write ten numbers.

Even in the following time, Song Yong called up the straight-chested barren among the students in the front row and conducted an actual spot check.

"Waste, write a 9 and show it to me. ”

While speaking, Song Yongcong asked someone to carry a new wooden plank, and asked Huang to pick up the charcoal and write it to him.

As for the previous board, the charcoal handwriting on it could only be wiped off with a towel soaked in water, and it is still drying.

The so-called difficult will not, and it will not be difficult for those who will.

In the face of Brother Yong's request, the barren who had already been in his chest picked up the charcoal and wrote a twisted and huge 9 on the door panel.

Seeing the famine, Song Yong naturally was very happy in his heart.

But for fear of the wilderness, this guy who kicks his nose and face, is too proud.

He said quietly, "Write me another 1." ”

Subsequently, Araku succeeded in writing the answer.

At this moment, Song Yong's face finally had a hint of a smile, and he asked Huang Huang: "Do you know what this number represents?" ”

"You know, 1 is the number of one, like one, one day. ”

Araku replied without hesitation, and successfully won the smiling face of Brother Yong's encouragement.

After answering three questions correctly in a row, facing the smile of Brother Yong, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

And Song Yong himself, after making a smiling face to the wilderness.

Next to the number one, he wrote the two Chinese characters '日 and 天' respectively, intending to teach these two simple words together in his current entertaining and educational way.

For this reason, he pointed to these two words and said:

"This is the word day, this is the word day, one day represents one day, and one day is one day. ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't have time to say a word in his mouth, 'Do you understand?' from his mouth, and the desolation on the side was already a little scratchy.

"Do you have any questions?"

Facing the wilderness, Song Yong asked in an unpleasant tone.

I have to say! Huang's performance before today was completely refreshing Song Yong's perception of this cheap brother-in-law, which made him feel that this product was actually not stupid, and there was still the possibility of rescue.

Therefore, after noticing the small movements of the absurd, he hurriedly asked like this.

After the absurd words, I couldn't understand and asked:

"Brother Yong, one day, one day is nothing, but one day, one day, people are not iron, who can carry it. ”

Song Yong: "......"

For the next ten minutes, the literacy class went into its first recess.

That's because their brother Yong kicked after the absurd guy for a full ten minutes, and no one came to teach them at all......

After kicking the wilderness for a hundred and ten feet, Song Yong's heart finally calmed down.

The difference is that he doesn't plan to teach new words first, but he still teaches addition and subtraction clearly.

This thing is also simple, anyway, Song Yong's approach is also simple and rude.

First, on one of the blackboards, I wrote a list of formulas for addition and subtraction, and then took everyone, one guy on his back more than a dozen times.

By this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Thinking that tomorrow's time, these guys still have a hard day of work, Song Yong announced that he was out of class.

But even after the class, he still gave a bad news that the natives who participated in the literacy class were all wailing: no matter what you think of when you go back, you must be taught the mantra.

Otherwise, the example set by the famine today will be their fate tomorrow.

After midnight, Song Yong still didn't feel the slightest sleep.

The main thing is that as soon as he closes his eyes, he will remember the various situations that occurred in today's class, which made him feel depressed in his heart.

Since he couldn't sleep, he simply put on his clothes and walked out of the wooden house, and strolled around the new village of Gray Rabbit within the city walls.

Before he had gone far, he heard the familiar cries of the little cub in his ears.

This came from all over the Gray Rabbit New Village, and finally converged into a magnificent symphony of cries.

Soon Song Yong could tell which of these cries was the loudest, and the cry that he was a little familiar with, should be the badger slave's kid.

Listening to the choked sobs, it seemed that this crying had been going on for a long time.

It is precisely this that arouses Song Yong's interest.

Following the cry, he walked straight to the barren family's wooden house, and did not stop until he reached the window of their house.

At this time, it happened to be a lion-like roar in the mouth of the thistle, which made Song Yong figure out what was going on:

"Badger slave, you stinky boy, why do you still memorize it wrong so many times, I'll ask you how 3+4 is equal to 9? ”

"Equal, equal?"

In the roar of the thistle, the badger slave did not have a result for a long time.

Then, it is estimated that his stepfather couldn't stand it anymore, and thousands began to persuade him euphemistically: "Thistle, it's so late, it's better to let the badger slave sleep well, and then carry it after getting up tomorrow morning." ”

After persuading the thistle, Huang set up his stepfather's score again.

The badger slave was a little hated and scolded: "I said why are you so stupid, stupid like a stupid roe deer in the mountains and forests, and give me a good memory of 3+4=8." ”

"It's equal to 8, and your whole family is equal to 8. "Poor thistle, when she heard the result, almost didn't go crazy.

Soon, a roar that almost resounded throughout the village, roared out in the midst of thistle's extreme despair: "You two continue to carry it for me, and no one is allowed to sleep without me......

Such a scene fell on Song Yong's ears, almost making him laugh out of the pig cry, and in the unprecedented thought of enlightenment, he went back to sleep happily.