When Xin woke up again, it was already noon.

As soon as he woke up, he ate something casually, and picked up the bamboo slip that had recorded the data last night.

Then he hid in his dormitory and began to devote himself to the study of distilled spirits.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Xin went to the township school and continued to lecture.

Today, the number of people is still not increasing.

Du Gan and the others studied very seriously, their families were solid, and they were not afraid of the threat of the three elders.

Xin has already begun to teach them to count, and these people will be the backbone of Xin You's hands to bring down the three elders.

"This thing is called arithmetic." Xin took out some more small sticks.

This is an ancient method of calculation, and after Xin came to this world again, he inherited the memory of the previous master, and naturally learned this method of calculation.

The principle of arithmetic is simple, but it is a bit complicated to operate.

The main thing is that you need to place these sticks constantly, and if you encounter more complex numbers, you may have to place a yard.

It is said that a person who is proficient in arithmetic can organize and rearrange the results while calculating, which is not only fast, but also does not require a large space.

However, Xin doesn't have this ability, and Xin Yi doesn't have such a talent.

When Xin did his own calculations, he naturally used Arabic numerals to list the vertical forms.

As a fish that has not slipped through the net in the nine-year compulsory education, Xin is confident that his level of primary school mathematics should be faster than that of arithmetic.

It's just that this way Xin doesn't feel that it is easy to spread out, maybe it can play a role in the future.

In the courtyard of the township school, everyone set aside a little open space and placed the calculation chips.

"A family of six, every two people use a bucket of water a day, and a few buckets a day......"

Du Gan silently recited Xin's question in his mouth, fiddling with the calculation on the ground.

He had a stick in his hand, and there were a lot of them on the ground, and it was very messy.

Sometimes the stick in his hand fell, and Du Gan had to put his head up again.

Others are not far behind, even worse than Du Gan, some people fiddle for a long time, but they don't know what the number they put out.

Although Du Gan's calculations were not good-looking, he quickly gave Xin another answer.

"Yes." Xin said again.

Among this group of people, the smartest is Du Gan.

At least what he taught, Du Gan could quickly comprehend.

Others are a bit less than satisfactory.

You can only count simply, and as soon as you count, you start to get confused.

There is no way to do it, they have never been exposed to these things, and to teach them is no different from teaching elementary school children.

Moreover, the receptivity of these adults is not necessarily stronger than that of children.

Looking at these strong men who stayed, all of them looked serious, Xin suddenly had a feeling of "being a teacher".

"There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid that people with hearts ......"

Xin had completely put himself in the role of a teacher, walking around the crowd with a whip while watching the "homework" of these students.

"Here, that's not how it was placed."

"If you think about it carefully, why is there less and less?"

"Mao Mo, you have a good pattern, and I will leave the matter of coloring the pottery to you in the future, but you either don't learn arithmetic......"

……

Xin gradually entered the role again, not noticing the gazes outside the township school.

There are envy, curiosity, and resentment.

Xin did his best on crutches, and with the support of Xiao Wu, he also came to the outside of the township school.

"These people are still learning to read?"

"Yes, uncle."

"They...... Hmph, I'll see how long they can do it. ”

The hard crutches struck the ground.

"Uncle, you can read and write...... Is it really bad? Xiao Wu said silently.

"What do you want to say? Didn't I let you go to Xin's private school? Xin Duan glared at Xiao Wu: "Remember, you are the son of a winemaker, and you were born to make money by selling wine." Do you want to try to be a little official? ”

Xin Boyu on the side also sneered: "Little Five, Uncle saw that you were smart, so he raised you." In the future, you have to think more about how to help us sell some good wine, and you don't have to think about anything else. ”

"Xiao Wu knows, Xiao Wu is just talking nonsense, uncle don't blame Xiao Wu." Xiao Wu lowered his head and said.

Everyone has their own life.

This is the truth that Xiao Wu understood very early.

He's smart, much smarter than the average person.

By the time he was thirteen years old, he was already able to do business with the old oilmen of other towns.

In the past two years, almost all of the accounts of Xin Wuyi have been managed by Xin Wuyi.

For Xiao Wu, being able to stay away from the wine shop and help the clan do things is already a change of fate.

"It's going to be late autumn soon, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and I don't think they can last a few days." Xin Wuzuo Dao.

Xin did his best to think about it: "What can be accomplished with such a few pieces of material?" Amusing. Go home. ”

"Uncle, it's going to be autumn soon, this year's autumn is a big competition in Sanyi, we have to prepare well." Xin Wuzuo Dao.

"Well, that's the big deal." Xin Qian nodded: "Let Xiao Wu and them hurry up and exercise, and let people see where our Xin family's true bloodline is!" ”

……

"Pigeons!"

Just then, someone shouted.

Everyone looked up and saw a gray dove flying from afar.

The pigeon fluttered its wings and landed in front of the pigeon shed in the village school, causing quite a stir.

"How? How did the pigeon fly out? Xin Wuzuo looked at the crowd in front of him dissatisfiedly: "What about Yuren Xinnan?" Aren't you in charge of keeping these pigeons? ”

"Isn't this flying back?" Xin Nan yawned in the distance and said, "This pigeon should be the one that the gentleman gave to Dr. Puyi, and it may not have caught it and flew back." ”

"Not enough success!" Xin Duan showed a look of contempt on his face: "People came all the way to send a pigeon, and it flew back......"

"Haha! It's shameful enough. Xin Wuzuo also laughed: "When this autumn comes, let's roast this pigeon!" ”

With that, he helped Xin Duan and walked away.

In the village school, Xin had already noticed the pigeon again.

"Sure enough, it's back......"

Xin walked over again and gently picked up the pigeon, wanting to see if there was any information to be delivered.

Sure enough, the pigeon's right leg was tied with a white brocade silk.

"Silk books?"

Xin untied the silk book again and opened it.

"There is a city in Ura, do you want to come?"

In just one line, it has already explained the meaning of mortal.

"The bazaar of Puyi? You can go and have a look. ”

Xin put away the silk book again and put it on his body.

After the lecture, Xin continued to tell the story of Journey to the West.

Listening to stories every day has become a habit of Xinyi people, and the three elders can't get used to it, and they can't stop the people from participating in the entertainment activities they like to see.

As long as they are not allowed to learn words and mathematics, Xin Duan and the others still have nothing to say.

But Xin can feel that many of these Chinese people are willing to realize the word.

From the mid-to-late Spring and Autumn period, the royal family declined.

Down-and-out aristocrats, officials with a skill, and a large number of classics have been handed down from the royal family.

In the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, where "learning in the government" was originally "learned", education gradually favored the common people.

The rise of "scholars" during the Warring States period was the seed planted in this era.

Those officials who possessed all kinds of knowledge eventually became the source of the "Hundred Schools of Thought".

This is the trend of history, and no one can change it.

Xin just brought this wave to Xinyi early.