To lure them, or to give practical benefits to the common people, so that they have the initiative to read and write, to learn simple mathematical calculations.

The emperor didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach, it was really the living standard of the common people at that time, and it was very difficult to read and write.

Being busy all day long in order to make a living, and not having the conditions and environment to study, in the final analysis, is the word "poor".

Not only was it poor in ancient times, but it was also the same in modern times. I want to study, but I don't have the money to pay tuition, I don't have the money to hire a teacher, I don't have the money......

Even now, the policies and measures introduced by the emperor cannot cover all of them, and not all the people of the Ming Dynasty can enjoy the right to education.

But there are still changes, even big ones. Even if there were some rural studies and ethnography in ancient times, they still cannot be compared with the present.

Evening schools are a new form of universal education for people of all ages. As long as you want to learn, there is an hourly lesson one night, free.

As long as the children or talents in the village are willing to be teachers, the family will be exempted from taxes, and their fame will also be improved by one level after three years. Children become talents, and talents become talents, and they can be included in the list of officials.

Teaching is beneficial, and learning is motivated. The emperor believed that only in this way could his plan for the popularization of education not become a utopian dream.

Chen-Hong-Ying

Yingzi wrote her name upright, looking left and right, happy and happy with the results of her learning.

Stretching out her hand to smooth out the fine sand with some reluctance, Yingzi wrote Zhang Zhuzi again, which was her husband's name. Looking at those three words, she smiled happily and happily.

Hearing the sound of the courtyard door outside, Yingzi got up and stepped out of the house, it turned out that his father came back from the field.

"Dad, wash your face and rest for a while." Yingzi scooped the water and served the basin and said, "I'll go and heat up the meal, and I'll eat it when the pillar comes back." ”

Yingzi's father stepped forward to take the basin and said, "What are you busy with, take a good rest of yours." I don't need you for a hot meal, I'll just add firewood. ”

After washing his face indiscriminately, Yingzi's father rushed into the stove room, added firewood to the fire, lit a bag of cigarettes, and smoked it.

Looking at her daughter's slightly visible figure, a heartfelt smile appeared on her face, she groaned for a while, and said, "Don't go to night school, just write your name and recognize the men's and women's toilets." ”

Yingzi blinked her eyes wide, and said with a smile: "With the pillar with you, it's okay." ”

After a pause, she added: "It's not good to know more words, I can teach children in the future!" As she spoke, her face flushed slightly.

When Yingzi's father heard the child's two words, his mouth opened, and then he laughed, and the old man nodded with great relief, no longer forcing Yingzi.

"Dad, you pat your feet first." Yingzi said, approaching the stove and picking up a piece of wood in the ashes under the stove, revealing two potatoes with charred and blackened skin.

This year, more than 60 percent of the fields divided by the Liao people were planted with potatoes, and the rest were rye, corn, and peanuts. Each family is only given 10% of their own land, and they can be planted as they please.

How many potatoes can be produced, the Liao people did not count in their hearts, but they did not dare to disobey the mandatory requirements of the government.

Of course, the potatoes were not harvested in autumn, but a lot of them were shipped from Zhili, which was much cheaper than transporting grain from the south and overseas.

"It's delicious, I like to eat it like this."

Yingzi's father smiled, reached out and picked up one, and his calloused hands were not too afraid of burning. With a break of both hands, the pale yellow aromatic potato soil is revealed.