When Deng Tu and Deng Lihua were talking, Du Shi came, and he took Deng Lihua's hand and praised him violently.

"This is your Aunt Zhang, and her husband Zhang Jin is a friend of her father." Deng Tu took advantage of Du Shi's breath to introduce.

"I've seen Aunt Zhang." Teresa Teng took the opportunity to pull out her hand and saluted reservedly.

"Haha, good boy, you're welcome, it's the first time you've come to my Sanshui Village, let's go, let my aunt take you around the village." Du Shi smiled, pulled Deng Lihua and left.

When Deng Lihua looked back at Deng Tu, Deng Tu waved his hand: "You go with Aunt Zhang, for your father, you have to go to the village entrance school." ”

Along the way, Du's mouth kept talking, talking about the situation in the village, talking about the changes in the village, and always bringing up the topic to Zhang Miao in his words.

Deng Lihua coped with it while observing the situation in the village. Sanshui Village looks no different from other villages, except that the houses in the village are much denser.

Walking all the way through the village, there were almost no adult men, and even the women seemed to be busy, and many women dragged bamboo and wood from outside.

"The adult males in the village have all joined the village soldiers, and they are training at the entrance of the village, and they train for half a day, and the remaining half of the day has other work. In addition to taking care of the elderly and children, women also have time to go out and cut bamboo. Duch explained.

"What do you do with cutting down so much bamboo?" Deng Lihua asked curiously.

Du Shi said: "It was Ah Miao who asked us to cut it, saying that it was to make paper." ”

"Papermaking?" Du Lihua was stunned for a moment, she had heard of paper, it was made of rags and fishing nets, etc., it was very rough, but it was useless.

"A Miao said that paper will definitely become popular in the future, used to replace bamboo slips, and when the paper is made and sold in Xiangyang, it will definitely be sold for a large price." Du Shi laughed.

Du Lihua shook her head slightly, a little suspicious in her heart, but she didn't say anything against it. Although the paper she knew was not very useful, and few people used it to write and write books, who knows what kind of paper that guy made?

Du Shi said all the way, deliberately led Deng Lihua to the ancestral hall where the college was located, and then patted his head: "Oh, I forgot, there is something to do at home yet." That, Lihua, you go to the academy first, Ah Miao seems to be in it. I'll come back to you later, and my aunt will make dumplings for you. ”

What are dumplings? Deng Lihua was about to ask, but saw Du Shi spread his legs and ran away.

Deng Lihua had no choice but to step into the college.

Directly opposite is a main house, but the door is locked, which is where the ancestral hall of the Zhang family is located. On both sides of the courtyard, there are several side rooms, and the sound of Langlang reading is heard.

When Teresa looked through the open door, she saw dozens of children in each house, with teachers in wide-sleeved robes sitting at the front. Some rooms have children who are a little older, at least twelve or thirteen years old, and some rooms have children who are only six or seven years old, which is a lot of age difference.

At the front of each classroom, there is a blackboard with white handwriting on it, and the children read aloud to the blackboard. Each child has a sand table in front of them to practice writing.

All this made Teresa Teng feel novel.

She never imagined that someone would set up such an academy to teach the children of the whole village to read and write!

Reading and literacy has always been affordable only for wealthy families, and most of the books used are written in bamboo slips. And there are very few people who can own books, and they are regarded as heirlooms, and they have always refused to show them easily.

Large-scale enrollment of students, only those real Confucians will!

Deng Lihua couldn't believe that Zhang Miao would open such an academy! But the situation in front of her made her have to believe it again.

While thinking, I walked all the way, walked through a room, and looked through the open door, Deng Lihua's eyes widened, and I saw Zhang Miao sitting by the window, and a beautiful girl standing next to her, the two of them were talking with great energy.

Looking at this situation, for some reason, Deng Lihua suddenly felt a little stuffy.

Zhang Miao was explaining to Sima Qian about copying the book, and asked Sima Qian to help him copy the "Compendium of Materia Medica". Sima Qian has an amazing memory, and she can remember it as long as she memorizes it twice, which saves her a lot of time.

When she was talking happily, Zhang Miao inadvertently looked up at the door, and saw Deng Lihua Tingting standing at the door, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Ah, what a beautiful sister!" Sima Qian also followed Zhang Miao's gaze, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"When did Miss Deng come to the village, it is really vibrant, please forgive me for not welcoming her." Zhang Miao hurriedly stood up and smiled at Deng Lihua.

Deng Lihua walked into the room and said generously: "Yesterday I returned to Dengyi with Uncle Jin's grain boat, and I came to visit my father early this morning, so I walked around the village casually, and when I heard the sound of Langlang reading, I came in to have a look." ”

Sima Qian looked at Zhang Miao and then at Deng Lihua, instinctively feeling that the atmosphere seemed to be a little awkward.

"Hehe, my name is Sima Qian, and now I am working in Sanshui Academy with my father, hello sister."

Sima Qian ran to Deng Lihua, raised her face and greeted her with a smile. Deng Lihua smiled and said, "How are you Miss Sima?" My name is Deng Lihua, and my father is a hundred generals in the township soldiers. ”

The two girls held hands and began to talk, and the conversation was cheerful. This Sima Qian is a self-acquaintance and can talk to anyone. Deng Lihua is also very generous and knowledgeable, and the more the two chat, the happier they become, and they even left Zhang Miao aside.

"Ahem," Zhang Miao coughed to attract attention, "The two of you will talk first, I still have something to do." That, Miss Sima, don't forget what I told you. Miss Deng, when it's time for dinner, I'll prepare wine and meat for you. ”

said that Zhang Miao was about to leave, but was stopped by Deng Lihua.

"Young Patriarch, I heard Sister Sima say that she works in the academy, how about you look at me? Can I stay at Sanshui Academy? Deng Lihua asked with a smile.

Zhang Miao suddenly felt a headache: "Miss Sima, she is erudite and talented, has an excellent memory, she helps me copy books now, and she can teach at the women's school in the future." Miss Deng, I'm afraid you're not suitable. ”

Deng Lihua smiled slightly: "What, do you think I only know how to dance knives and guns?" I have also read the Chinese law, and although I can't say that I have memorized it backwards, I still remember the basic rules. And I don't want to teach at the academy, because I don't know I have that qualification, but I'm good at martial arts, and I can teach martial arts to schoolchildren! The six arts of a gentleman cannot be biased, do you want to cultivate nerds who don't understand martial arts? ”

Zhang Miao said: "They are learning martial arts, and they will train with the township soldiers for an hour every morning. ”

Deng Lihua shook her head and said, "That's not enough at all." That kind of training may produce a good soldier, but it can't produce a fierce general who can defeat 100 people and charge into battle. But all fierce generals are trained from a young age, how to refine the body, how to exert force, knife skills and archery, these are all knowledge. Although my Deng family is a poor family, the ancestor Deng Yu is a fierce general next to Emperor Guangwu, and he has his own set of methods for practicing martial arts. ”