There are not a lot of things to do in the village, but the village chief has basically taken care of them.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, these things, there is no one in the village, so the village chief directly replaced it with bark and charcoal, it is said that this is also the method taught by Lao Xiucai, and Lao Xiucai used this kind of time in his early years.

However, the village chief is still obsessed with this matter, he has been thinking about these things in his sleep recently, and he wants to say a few words to everyone he meets.

"Back then, you were still very lucky, pen, ink, paper, inkstone and Tongwen helped solve a large part, otherwise, you can only use this charcoal to write, this group of children is not so lucky, they can't get it if they want to.

But after all, it is not possible to use charcoal, how can you not practice calligraphy when you read, I will wait to turn over the book of the same text and see if there is a solution! ”

In the cognition of the village chief, writing with charcoal is not writing at all, that is, the purpose of the village school is not to test the fame, otherwise the village school will not be able to run.

"The pens are actually fine, I remember that the old man Wang will make them, although the technology is not very good, but it can be used, mainly the problem of ink and paper, especially the paper ......"

Listening to the village chief's complaints, Wang Sheng came to the "school" of the village school.

said that it is a school, but it is actually the largest cave in Qingshanzhai, that is, in various film and television dramas, where bandits discuss things.

After the people of Qingshan Village moved in, they used the residual heat of this place, and the bandit meeting hall became the meeting hall of his village.

Now it has been transformed into a "school".

Lit torches illuminate the entire "school".

"The light is a little dim, but I took a look, there are no other suitable houses, this is the best place for the time being, I will use it for the first time, and wait until next year when I have time to renovate a special place."

Wang Sheng listened to the village chief's words, but his attention was always on the torch.

"Village chief, what kind of oil are these torches made of?"

Torches don't just wrap wooden sticks in cloth, they have to be soaked in oil, but I don't know if it's the kind of oil you want.

"Tung oil, what's wrong? Before Yongfeng they came across a tung forest when they were inquiring about the news around, so they took some back and fried it into oil, but there are not many in the village, so they need to save a little money, now they just try the effect, and when the weather is good, the external light of the cave is quite good, so you don't need to light it......"

Wang Sheng heard this and said: "Tung oil, village chief, the ink may have fallen." ”

He suddenly remembered how to make ink.

Zhou Zhengwen: "??? ”

What did they just say, why did they suddenly fall into the ink?

This surprise came a little too suddenly!

"Yunsheng, do you mean it really?"

"Really...... Uh, no, village chief, is there anyone in the village who can boil glue? ”

The "glue" mentioned by Wang Sheng is actually animal glue, which is generally used as a binder, that is, the ancient version of glue, he remembers that someone in the village has used it, which is also an important material for making ink.

"Glue? Yes, yes, but it is rarely used, so why do you want this? ”

"Ink, of course!"

Wang Sheng didn't think of it, but when he heard tung oil, some memories awakened.

He once watched a video "Ancient Method of Making Ink", in which the ink was made from soot burned with tung oil.

Of course, the ink in the video is more advanced, and various medicinal materials will be added to it.

However, for enlightenment in the village, it only needs to be the simplest.

"Yunsheng, how do you know how to make ink?"

"Well, there was a book I read a long time ago, and I didn't remember it too deeply at the time, but now I remember it, and then I'll write the production method to the village chief, and you can find someone to study it!"

It takes a lot of detail to make good ink, but there's nothing wrong with just making ink that can be used.

As long as there is oil smoke and animal glue, it will do.

"Great!"

The village chief was very happy, if it was ordinary, inferior ink was not a rare thing, and when he arrived in the village, he knew how important some techniques were.

The village chief was very happy when the ink was settled, and took Wang Sheng to see a lot of things.

For example, a simple desk made of wooden piers.

In short, everything is simple.

After Wang Sheng saw it, he was silent for a while, and then said, "Village Chief, will you be in too much of a hurry?" ”

"Actually, I originally meant to start next year, but some people in the village asked me to open early."

“？”

"The main thing is that now in the mountains, it is not as safe as Qingshan Village, and the adults are busy farming, so I hope someone can help watch the child, there was a child who ran into the woods before, if I didn't find it in time, I don't know what would happen."

"So the students are going to be six to twelve years old?"

"Actually, the oldest is only eight years old, and twelve years old is the highest age I set."

From six to eight years old, they basically can't help with their work, and they are very skinny, and they are particularly easy to die.

Wang Sheng called him a good guy.

This is with a few meals, set up a nursery, blood to earn!

But he soon found himself limited by modern thinking.

Most of the talents of this era don't know how to farm, and they can exchange what they are good at for food, plus the respect for teachers in this era is basically engraved into the bones, and the children are definitely not as difficult to manage as Wang Sheng in that era.

Therefore, Xiucai is not a loss.

Both sides are bloody!

The two chatted, and the people in the village gradually came, and one person from each family came.

After about half an hour, the village chief came to the place where the village owner was originally the "throne" and said, "I believe everyone has heard about the purpose of my gathering of you, yes, it is to establish a village school...... Reading makes people reasonable...... Therefore, after many considerations, it was decided to establish a village school, and if there is any objection, you can say it now! ”

This matter was passed by the village chief a long time ago, and naturally no one objected.

"Since that's the case, then let Jiang Minxue and Mr. Jiang come up and say a few words."

Jiang Minxue is the Xiucai who fled and came, close to thirty years old, and he is also from Lushui County, so he knows the existence of Qingshanzhai.

This time, there was also the existence of Zhang Ze, a martial artist, so he dared to follow in.

“……”

Jiang Minxue is a typical reader, his speech is a bit old-fashioned, but he has a clear understanding of his situation and speaks very calmly.

After he finished speaking, he asked the twelve children in the school hall to perform a simple worship ceremony and toast tea.

Jiang Minxue is obviously not the kind of person who is perfunctory, and he simply explained his rules to these children and established a prestige.

Both the village chief and the adults of these children are quite satisfied.

That's how you want to teach.

Children are like that, sometimes the words of the teacher are more effective than the words of the parents.

It took about an hour or two to finish all the process.

After the "opening ceremony" ended, the children in the village finally had "school", and the adults could concentrate on their own things, and Jiang Minxue got a job.

Everyone's happy!