"Oh-"

The shrill and high crowing of the rooster tore through the sky, and the white sun climbed up from the top of the mountain, obscuring the moon shadow in the west, and scattering thousands of soft and bright sunshine.

Last night, Zhang Zheng sat with her husband on the case, talking with candles and nights, most of the time it was the husband who was talking, telling her husband's story, and also telling the situation of each child in the village.

Early this morning, the two of them woke up when they heard the rooster's crow, and hurriedly got up to lecture with the children in the private school.

But Mr. is only a mortal, and the result of such a toss for a night is that there are two heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he looks black and black, which is very terrifying.

Finally stayed up until the end of school, Zhang Zheng carried Mr. back to the room, seeing that Mr. fell asleep on the bed, Zhang Zheng grinned, and resigned himself to return to the private school to correct the homework handed in by the children.

There is no limit to the knowledge taught in private schools from the age of six, and most children only learn to read and write at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Rare two or three children will continue to study, but the later study is to teach classic ancient books, and those two or three children have only studied for half a year and are no longer interested.

At present, the youngest student in the private school is 6 years old, and the oldest is 11 years old, and the homework is not difficult.

Zhang Zheng was correcting his homework, but he remembered the words that Mr. said last night, and his emotions were changeable when he spoke, and he couldn't tell whether he was nostalgic or sad, or relieved or sad.

"A long time ago, the children in the village were very clever and smart, and many students who were in the year of learning and even asked their husbands about their homework before they died......"

"The villagers are not very happy to let their children continue their education now......

Zhang Zheng's eyes fell on the thin piece of paper in his hand, the crooked ink, and the word "De" was written all over the paper.

In fact, she also wondered why such an isolated village paid so much attention to knowledge and despised it.

Every school-age child must come to a private school to go to school, but they only learn to read and write, and they don't go deeper.

It is so contradictory to emphasize teaching and ignore learning.

To put it mildly, in such a closed village where you will never see the outside world, the children in it repeat the old path taken by their parents, farm the land, have children, and may never use these books and words, so why do you have to learn to read and write?

Maybe it's out of respect for the gentlemen, or maybe it's out of respect for knowledge, so that the village won't return to the wilderness, and in order not to forget the original.

Zhang Zheng could only convince herself like this, after all, she couldn't find a second answer.

Half of the homework was approved, Yi Yanshan and Yan Shaoting happened to go back to the private school and wandered around the village for most of the day.

Yan Shaoting fell depressedly on the bookcase, Yi Yanshan and Zhang Zheng looked at each other and smiled, and also sat down cross-legged on the mat, closing their eyes and recuperating.

As soon as he finished his homework, Zhang Zheng was about to go to the village for a walk, and as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard gate of the private school, the child called Mu Jinmian ran in a hurry and almost hit Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng reached out against his head, "The fire burned your ass?" So anxious. ”

Mu Jinmian raised his head, tears rolling in his eyes, full of uneasiness and fear.

He pointed in the direction of the entrance of the village, his fingers trembling, "A few strangers came from outside the village just now, they want to enter the village, and Uncle Tu Si stops them...... If they didn't let them in, they beat Uncle Tu Si...... Hit, all bled out. Second Uncle Jin brought a few uncles and uncles to block the entrance of the village, telling me to come to Mr. quickly. ”

Monk of the Outside! also hurt people, it seems that this time the person who came was not good.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold, wiped Mu Jinmian's tears, and said as gently as possible: "Jinmian is a big child, don't cry, Mr. is in the room behind the private school, you go to her, I'll go to the village entrance first." ”

Mu Jinmian nodded vigorously and hurriedly ran to find Mr.

Zhang Zheng glanced at the empty village road, it was inconvenient for her to reveal her identity, maybe she could use the identity of Yi Shan and Yan Shaoting as monks to give a wake-up call to the visitors.

Moreover, it was also a breakthrough for them to stay in the village.

Thinking about this, Zhang Zheng turned around and pushed open the door of the private school, and explained the situation to Yi Yanshan and the others.

"Maybe this will make the villagers feel grateful to you, and it will be easier for you to stay in the village or find a way out."

Yi Yanshan pondered for a moment, her eyes flashed, what she said was indeed reasonable, and it was beneficial to them.

"Thank you Zhang Daoyou for helping, so that we can go quickly, so that those monks will not hurt more villagers."

"Okay, let's go."

The three of them walked briskly all the way, and soon arrived at the entrance of the village, where a circle of villagers had been surrounded, and the air was filled with a stagnant and cold atmosphere, and there was a faint fire rushing, which was about to explode.

Mr. is loved in the village, and even Zhang Zheng, who is very close to Mr., is also respected and close to the villagers.

When the villagers saw that Zhang Zheng was coming, they all got out of the way, but the eyes that fell on the two of them behind Zhang Zheng were mixed with vague anger.

Yan Shaoting snorted disdainfully, a group of stupid guys dared to be angry with him, and when he came forward to save them, they would immediately be grateful to him.

Zhang Zheng first saw five people outside the village, three men and two women, with arrogant expressions and extremely arrogant arrogance.

The five of them wore similar costumes, wore Baoyu sachets on their waists, and each held a big knife, revealing their edges.

The five of them did not pay any attention to Zhang Zheng, who was dressed as a villager, and stared directly at Yi Yanshan and Yan Shaoting behind her.

There was no figure of Mr. Tu, and there was no figure of Uncle Tusi, Zhang Zheng asked the serious and tense village chief on the side in a whisper, "Village chief, where are Uncle Tusi and Mr.?" ”

Only then did the village chief notice Zhang Zheng, his pupils twitched suddenly, and he scolded nervously: "What are you doing here?" ”

He subconsciously snorted, suspicion flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes, and then he opened his eyes but disappeared without a trace, "I brought the two foreign guests yesterday, and they said that maybe they could help them to repay the village for taking them in." ”

The village chief quickly realized that his reaction was too violent, and said with a smile: "I'm not blaming Zhang Yatou, I'm just too worried, it's dangerous here, and children are worried about coming here." ”

She is not a child, Zhang Zheng knew that this was a clumsy lie, but he still nodded cooperatively, smiling innocently and harmlessly.

The village chief looked suspiciously at the two foreign strangers who were facing each other, and answered Zhang Zheng's first question.

"Mr. took your fourth uncle to the ancestral land to heal, or you should go back first, go to the private school and wait, it's dangerous here."

Zhang Zheng was reluctant to leave, so he changed the topic and said, "Don't worry, village chief, let's see what they say first." ”

One of the five finally couldn't hold it back.

The male cultivator with triangular eyes straightened his chest and asked angrily at the two of them: "As a dignified monk, you have to be in the company of mortals!" What a shame! ”

Shame on him for daring to scold him!

Yan Shaoting had never suffered this temper since he was so old, and all the anger he received in the village exploded, pointing at people's noses and scolding.

"What are you, dare to point at me! I'm better with a dog than with you scum who treat human life like a mustard! In these years, any kind of can really cultivate immortals, and God doesn't have to keep his eyes open to see what kind of stuff he gave Linggen. ”

"You...... You ......"

The man with hanging horns and eyes was so angry that his face was distorted, his eyes were crooked, and his nose was slanted.