Those who want to be rational read first, and those who want to read must first be literate.

Self-cultivation and self-cultivation to cultivate ambition; Ambition is all taken from knowledge.

Teaching foxes to read and write is a new wonder for Zhao Jingyang; It is both serious and tight. Even when he taught Sanmao and them, he was not as good as he is now.

Teach spelling first, then words; And then from the three-character scripture and the thousand-character text, the allusions are used to hide the truth.

I don't know the sun and moon in the mountains, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the fox family's house, there is now an additional study, which not only collects books, but also serves as a classroom. Every time he taught something new, he wrote it down and stored it in his study.

Today, there are more than 10 of them.

The old man said: My family has a literary atmosphere!

This group of foxes is also smart; The pace of learning is even much faster than that of human children. But when I think about it, it's reasonable - these foxes haven't turned into human form yet, but if you talk about age, the youngest ones are dozens of years old.

On this day, Zhao Jingyang is about to say goodbye.

The old man said, "These children are literate, and they can learn on their own; I've left a few classics, and when it's okay to read them all, you can come to me."

As he spoke, Zhao Jingyang threw himself into Yuangang's urge, turned into a rainbow and left, leaving a word: "Anyone who reads through the classics I left behind can go to Xiaoquan Mountain View Garden in Shaoyuan County, Jiangbei, where I live."

The old man looked at the rainbow light that disappeared into the sky, and bowed in shock: "Mr. has mercy on my nest of wild foxes, fortunately, the old fox will say goodbye!"

...

Zhao Jingyang really never thought that as soon as he came out, he became a teacher for half a year; It is still a litter of foxes that teach. But there is clearly a great sense of accomplishment.

It's like a real saint, and there is no class of teaching.

Thinking about these studious foxes, I am also very emotional. In the feudal era, knowledge was monopolized, and many people asked for it but couldn't get it; It's ironic to sit in a classroom and not learn in comparison to the enlightened era.

In the past six months, in addition to teaching fox students, Zhao Jingyang himself has also had some insights. Education is an indispensable key factor in promoting humanity and humanity.

The so-called 10-year trees, 100-year people. Only educated and knowledgeable people can better promote humanitarian development.

So much so that Zhao Jingyang actually crossed the style of [Taste Hundred Herbs] and had a lot of insights into the third form of the King of People Fist Sutra [Dingren Lun].

Of course, in the past six months, through the pondering and refining of the traces of the fist seal, the comprehension of its true meaning has also been further improved; Now, more than half of its own problems have been solved.

It is expected that in a few months, the trouble of eating can be completely solved.

After more than ten miles in the air, Zhao Jingyang couldn't control it again, so he pressed the ground and walked again.

It was quite relaxed here, and there was wind under my feet while walking.

and it will be dark, and the city will be in sight; More than ten miles outside the city, there is a small village, Zhao Jingyang plans to rest here for the night and leave tomorrow.

The last rays of dusk reflected on the village, which looked a little cloudy; Zhao Jingyang stopped at the entrance of the village, raised his eyes and squinted.

When I walked into the village, I saw a big tree, and there was an old woman under the tree, who was on crutches and ran to the entrance of the village to look.

Seeing Zhao Jingyang coming, the old woman seemed to mutter, "Do you see my son?"

He said, "He went out the day before yesterday and hasn't come back yet."

And he said, Do thou see my son?

Zhao Jingyang looked at her and said, "What's your son's name?"

The old woman glanced at Zhao Jingyang blankly: "The surname is Liu, and he is a scholar."

Zhao Jingyang sighed and said, "I see that it is late, and I want to spend a night here, and I am willing to give ten taels of silver."

And he had a piece of silver in his hand.

When the old woman looked at it, a trace of greed flashed in her eyes: "My family has a vacant wing, if you don't give it up, can you go to my house?"

Zhao Jingyang laughed and threw the silver to the old woman: "Very good."

followed the old woman to her house, a small farm yard.

Zhao Jingyang asked, "I saw smoke and birds, but I didn't hear people's voices

So?"

The old woman said, "They all cook at home."

Zhao Jingyang said: "Two meals a day, one lunch and one lunch, it is almost night, and it is past dinner time."

The old woman said, "Wrong, wrong. We're here for three meals a day."

"Oh." Zhao Jingyang suddenly realized: "I see. It is expected to be close to the capital city, and the family is rich."

"Isn't it?" The old woman said.

entered the small courtyard, and the old woman led Zhao Jingyang to the side room, pushed the door, and there was a cloud of smoke.

The old woman seemed to be unconscious, and said, "The old woman cleans every day, and it is clean, so go quickly, and rest quickly!"

Zhao Jingyang smiled and walked in.

The door closed with a click.

The room was very simple, a mud brick and wooden bed, and there was nothing on the bed except messy hay. The room was full of cobwebs, and I don't know how long no one had come in.

Zhao Jingyang swept his sleeves, swept away the hay, and sat cross-legged on the plank.

I took out a book and looked at it with relish.

Seeing that it was dark, there were no fingers in the house; Hearing the knock on the door, the old woman's voice came: "Son, do you want to have supper?"

Before the words fell, the door was pushed in.

The room was dark, and the old woman didn't know it; only put the plate he was holding in front of Zhao Jingyang: "You eat, you eat."

On that plate, a bowl of wriggling maggots.

Zhao Jingyang's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "How dare you bother the old woman to send supper? You eat."

The old woman stared at Zhao Jingyang blankly, then picked up the bowl on the plate and stuffed a bowl of maggots into her mouth.

Zhao Jingyang said, "It's getting late, so the old woman goes to rest."

The old woman behaved and went out with a plate.

Zhao Jingyang closed the book and sighed softly; stood up and followed the old woman out, and the old woman seemed to know. Seeing the old woman enter the house opposite, Zhao Jingyang walked out of the courtyard.

Under the surging moon, the village is gloomy; A different world is revealed—I saw some corpses scattered on the road, all of which have dried up, and I don't know how many months they have been dead.

In a small courtyard next to it, on the bamboo fork at the door, there was a child, who had long been rotten and meatless, only wrapped in dried skin, and his eyes were hollow.

It's a dead village.

I don't know when, the old woman fought behind Zhao Jingyang: "Childe, can you see my son? His surname is Liu, and he is a scholar."

Zhao Jingyang sighed and said, "All the people in this village died at your hands?"

The old woman was at a loss: "Who died?"

A pair of hands have touched Zhao Jingyang's shoulders.

Zhao Jingyang had a trace of anger in his heart, and grabbed her with his backhand, Yuan Gang urged, and the old woman screamed - this scream was a hundred times sharper than scraping the glass with a knife!

Zhao Jingyang turned a deaf ear. only grabbed the old woman's wrist and grabbed it in front of her, and her narrow eyes nailed the old woman's suddenly changed vicious eyes: "So, evil ghosts or something, the most hateful!"

He still had a bit of a game mentality, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Die!"

With a pop, the old woman was devastated.