Xiao Cui'er, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard, also felt this extraordinary murderous aura, but did not run to Lao Wang's side, but leaned inside and leaned against Yan Ming's side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, Yan Ming is not a few years older than Xiao Cui'er, but the bold words just now made Xiao Cui'er and even the women present give him a lot of points.

Since ancient times, women have been called 'pot and table', laundry, cooking and giving birth to children, in addition to those ladies, how many can read and write?

Although Yan Ming's words made sense, he also found a lot of trouble for himself.

In the group of people behind, the leader was Gongsun Ao.

This time, Gongsun Ao did not wear the clothes of a horseman. Instead, he was dressed in a short coat, riding on a smooth horse, with a long-handled Han sword stuck in his waist, which looked fierce and heroic, and with his beard, it was even more awe-inspiring.

Behind him, there were several men in ragged clothes in their early thirties. One by one, their hair was unkempt, their heads were lowered, and they couldn't see clearly.

That kind of terrifying murderous aura emanates from them.

"Second brother!" Yan Ming saw Gongsun Ao, and his nervous heart relaxed.

He walked out in a few steps and came to Gongsun Aoma.

Gongsun Ao laughed, rolled over from the horse, and threw the reins out with a flick of his hand.

Behind him, an unkempt man, stretched out his hand, deftly caught the reins, and controlled the horse.

"I have long heard that the second brother's school opened today. My brother didn't have any gifts for you. I discussed it with my eldest brother and your third brother, and I felt that the Yan family lacked anything. No, I picked a few death row prisoners from the prison of Ganquan Palace and sent them over to you as slaves. Gongsun Ao said in a low voice.

Yan Ming pulled Gongsun Ao and whispered, "Second brother, do you think I can control this murderous death row prisoner?" ”

Gongsun Ao smiled and said, "Don't worry, these are all generals under the command of Hou Zhou Yafu." In that year, the Eight Kings Rebellion was assessed. was only implicated in Zhou Yafu's rebellion and imprisoned. My eldest brother and I used some means to save them in your name, and they are naturally grateful to you. ”

Yan Ming nodded, although he didn't agree with Dongfang Shuo and Gongsun Ao's approach, but everyone sent it, and there was no reason not to accept it.

"In this way, arrange to go to the east wing first, and then give them a lecture after the opening of my school is over." Yan Ming said.

Gongsun Ao and he were brothers, so he naturally agreed and led the dozen or so slaves he brought to the back.

Seeing the group of people brought by Gongsun Ao, the villagers were a little worried and looked at Yan Ming.

Yan Ming coughed, his mind turned a few times, and then he said: "Those people just now were invited by me from Chang'an, mainly to protect my Hongyan Hall students from being disturbed by the outside world. ”

"But why are they so dirty?"

"That's right, that's because I've just been trained to survive in the wild!" Yan Ming said casually.

The person sent by Gongsun Ao was really not the right time, but he had to talk about it.

The simple villagers believed Yan Ming's words in this way, but except for Wang Xiaocui'er, no one came to sign up again.

Although Yan Ming's Hongmen banquet amazed Dongfang Shuo, and even amazed the entire Chang'an City who is good at dancing and writing. But it couldn't impress the villagers.

In their hearts, learning is not flowery rhetoric. But after learning, how big an official can you be, and how many stones are there in a month.

It's at this awkward stage.

There was another wave of people outside.

This group of people is headed by Mr. Huang, and behind them are some children from Mr. Huang's school.

Seeing Mr. Huang coming, the villagers naturally let one go.

Mr. Huang arched his hand towards Yan Ming and said, "Disciple Huang Shang, today I took all the children to Hongyan Hall to study. ”

Yan Ming was surprised.

Yan Shan greeted him with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Hongyantang has the help of Mr. Huang, it is very good." ”

"Huang Shang doesn't dare to call Mr. in front of you." Huang Sheng naturally didn't dare to call him Mr., he was now Yan Ming's nominal disciple, so naturally he couldn't let Yan Shan call him Mr., it was a generational difference.

With the arrival of Mr. Huang and his students, Yan Ming's Hongyantang finally gained some popularity.

Several poor families discussed, anyway, the Yan family doesn't want money, no food, so that the children can read a few words, that's good.

With this idea in mind, the poorest children in Maolingtun actually signed up for school in the Yan family.

Yan Ming's Hongyan School was vigorously observed by the villagers of Maolingtun and received a total of five children.

These five children, except for Wang Xiaocui, are all children of poor families.

Although the names of the children brought by Mr. Huang are hung in the Yan family, Mr. Huang mainly teaches the children to recite the words of the ancient sages according to his own routines.

Mr. Huang, although he is Yan Ming's disciple, he still has some doubts about Yan Ming in his heart. When he came to Yan's house, he expressed his respect for the teacher for a while. Second, I also want to see if Yan Ming has the talent to teach students.

Yan Ming didn't care about the small number of students, and directly compiled his own slaves who didn't go to the ground into the school, and formed a small class with five children.

On the first day of class, Yan Ming did not talk about practical knowledge. Instead, let's first explain the rules of Hongyantang in the future.

Both the children and the slaves felt fresh and tight.

"What? Do you have to get up every morning and run for exercise? ”

"Five days of class and two days off? It's easy. ”

"There was also a break between classes. There are also physical education classes. ”

"I heard from Mr. that there may be calligraphy and painting and even vocal music lessons in the future."

"What is vocal music?"

"It's just singing, and you don't listen to the lecture properly when you see it."

"That's it, Mr. said, the teacher said the key point in class, just for a while. If you wander your mind when it matters most, you won't learn anything. Ma Xiaowu, you have to behave a little bit in the future. ”

The children finished learning the rules of Hongyantang in the morning and returned to their homes.

The various rules of Hongyantang soon spread in Maolingtun.

"Don't say it, the rules of the Yan family's son-in-law that start classes at the hour and run drills are a bit novel." The people in the village felt that it was novel, and they commented on the legend.

"Learning is learning, what are you doing? There is that kind of idle work, and I don't work as well. ”

"What do you know, the baby's teacher said that the tiredness of work and the tiredness of sports are not the same tiredness." The mother-in-law of the old Ma family explained.

"What does the baby know? I think you should transfer to Mr. Huang to study as soon as possible. Also, teacher, this is new. ”

"Anyway, if you don't hand over food, it's good to be able to read a few words." Lao Ma's mother-in-law gradually lacked confidence.

There are such comments everywhere in the tunzi, but they all carry Yan Ming on their backs.

For some words, Yan Ming also had some news. But he didn't care.

I quietly copied a copy of the disciple rules on my mobile phone, sorted out some things about history, and added and subtracted them myself, which was catchy to read.

When the children taught by Yan Ming began to chant aloud: "Disciple rules, sage training." The first filial piety, the second sincere letter. Pan love the public, and kindness. If you have spare energy, you will learn literature. If you can't learn, you will learn ...... again", Mr. Huang's face with a hint of pride finally eased.

This kind of catchy passage is indeed a good thing for preschool enlightenment. Although Mr. Huang is proud, he can distinguish the good from the bad.

Yan Ming was also very proud, especially the last six words, 'If you can't learn it, you will learn it again.' He added it temporarily, and after careful consideration, it was full of encouragement and diligence, and he ascended to the hall of elegance.