Colin's arrival didn't attract much attention, and everyone was nervously looking at the wooden courtyard gate, which was the gate of knowledge.

The sun gradually emerged, swaying its warm rays in the clear sky.

The door creaked open, and Wadwin, dressed in a linen robe, walked out with several of his teaching assistants, who looked a little serious, but gave the first impression of a man full of knowledge.

Looking at so many students and parents in front of him, to be honest, Wei Dewen was also a little nervous in his heart, and the burden on his shoulders was heavier than ever.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Wadewen. John, it's a pleasure to see you all this morning. Now, please step forward in an orderly manner to register the basic information such as the child's name and age, and do not misreport the report, once found, you will be disqualified from enrollment.

Then it is necessary to pay the tuition fee of 25 silver dele, and if there is any difficulty that can be raised, the government department will try to solve it as much as possible, and without further ado, start the registration. ”

Wei Dewen tried to control his voice as much as possible, he had prepared a lot of things he wanted to say, but since he stood here, he found that he seemed to be running out of words, so it was better to be more direct.

The parent at the front of the queue takes his child to register and pay the tuition, and after completing the process, the registered teaching assistant will grade them according to their age and level of education.

Those who have received little education will be placed in the beginner class, and their main subjects are learning to read and write, basic arithmetic, etc.

Those who have received a basic education and have a certain knowledge base will be assigned to the intermediate class, and they will have more courses to study, in addition to the courses to be studied in the beginner class, they will also learn about swordsmanship, history, flora and fauna, etc.

Finally, the most literate group will form the advanced class, and they no longer need to learn the knowledge of the beginner class, but need to delve into the more esoteric level.

But judging from the current situation, except for Susan, who received an aristocratic education since childhood, no second person can meet the standard of entering the advanced class, so Wadwin simply placed her in the intermediate class.

According to Lane's requirements, students in the three grades can pass the promotion exam to enter the higher level class, and over time, sooner or later there will be students in the advanced class.

After the first day of registration, a total of more than 100 students of different ages were enrolled, most of whom were elders from the military, and generally had any culture, basically divided into the junior class, a total of more than 80 people.

There are also more than 30 people who form the intermediate class, most of them belong to relatively good families, and most of the elders come from the political side, and they have a certain cultural reserve since childhood.

In this way, it seems that the military and the government have made a judgment from above, and the military has been crushed. But Ryan can't help it, this is a very real problem, in the past, the status of soldiers was low, and they couldn't eat enough, how could they still have cash to engage in learning?

You can't put them all in the same classroom for the sake of apparent unity, isn't that a misguided child?

Besides, for Ryan, isn't it a good thing for him that the military and the government are a little contradictory or antagonistic?

The beginner class was divided into two, and two teaching assistants were in charge of the usual classes, and although they were not very knowledgeable people, they still had no problem teaching people to read and write, and addition and subtraction.

The intermediate class was taught by Wadevin himself, after all, he was the only one who was teaching the Eight Classics in Kanna.

The next day officially started, Evans came to the school early, he is a special existence, because his father is not a soldier or an official, just a cripple.

However, he had an uncle who gave his life for the territory, and after a special application, Lord Hevean of the Government Department approved his admission.

It's just that he came from a poor background and couldn't even write his own name, so he was naturally assigned to the junior class.

The spacious classrooms were empty, filled with long desks and separate stools, with a wooden sand table in each place.

Evans found a random place to sit down, and the children of the poor family naturally had no stationery to speak of, and the cloth bag he carried with him was only a water cup made of bamboo tubes, a clay bowl and spoon for eating, and nothing else.

After waiting for a while, a somewhat thin man walked in, he stared around for a moment, and then walked straight to Evans and sat down and said, "Good morning, my name is Wolin, what's your name?" ”

Evans seemed a little unaccustomed to the other party's self-acquaintance, and responded politely: "Hello, my name is Evans." ”

Then he fell silent, he was not a man of many words, and even seemed a little introverted.

Wolin has a bit of a chatter attribute, and he keeps talking, but he can't get a response from the other party, so he gradually becomes cold.

Fortunately, the people who came one after another broke the awkward atmosphere, and the classroom became lively for a while, and as time passed, a crisp bell sounded, and a middle-aged man walked in with a thick animal skin book under his arm.

He placed the book on the half-height podium, tapped the table with his knuckles, and said in a loud voice: "Please be quiet, it's time for class." ”

The originally noisy classroom suddenly became silent, and dozens of pairs of eyes converged in unison, with anticipation, curiosity, and longing...... All kinds of emotions, and so on.

The middle-aged teaching assistant cleared his throat and said, "My name is Yatdil, and I am the teacher of your first elementary class, and I want to tell you about the rules of the school before class."

First of all, we implement a six-day school system a week, the first day of the week is Chinese class, the second day is math class, and the third day is extended class, and the three-day cycle is a three-day cycle.

There are cultural classes only in the morning, from 8 to 12 o'clock. Break until two o'clock at noon, and from two to five o'clock in the afternoon is the time for exercise, and there will be professional officers in the army to come and teach you martial arts......

Okay, that's what you need to pay attention to, if you don't understand, you can ask me after class. Next, let's introduce ourselves and get to know each other. ”

Originally, Ryan planned to implement a two-day system, but was strongly opposed by Evans and the teaching assistants, on the grounds that study time is precious and should not be wasted.

If it weren't for Ryan's insistence, they would have wished these students would have had no holidays.

On the first day of class, he was very lenient, and after a brief introduction to himself, he picked up a pitch-black carbon strip and wrote letters on the thin stone slab hanging behind him.

He held the whip in his hand and said with a confused face below: "Today we will learn these ten letters, and you will read them with me." ”

The sound of recitation came out of the bright window, although it was still a little immature and awkward, but the voice was as vigorous as the rising sun.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the teaching building, Susan sat quietly in the first row, watching Wadwen on the stage reciting an article with emotion.

She was personally sent here this morning by the old butler De Man, and to be honest, her level of education has surpassed that of anyone except Wadewin, and even Wadewin is not comparable to her in some aspects.

At first, she didn't understand why her brother sent her here to learn what she had already learned, wasn't it a waste of time?

But after Wei Dewen on the stage began to lecture, she suddenly understood, the other party was not only knowledgeable, but also easy to understand, better than her previous tutor, and the words were also very infectious, which made people unconsciously enter his rhythm.

Listening to such a teacher has to be said to be a kind of enjoyment and a kind of luck.

It's just obvious that not everyone thinks much, and she often senses that someone is looking at her, and even hears some whispers.

As the only girl who entered the school, she was naturally more attention-grabbing, and she deliberately did not state her surname when she introduced herself, which made them even more curious, and they were discussing her identity.

It's a pity that they would never have thought that this would be the Baron's biological sister, the daughter of the Black family.

The only person who knew her identity was Kewill's son Kaeya, who had already heard from his father's mouth that Miss would go to class with them.

Kaeya knew her identity from the first time he saw her, but he wouldn't be uninterested in exposing it if he didn't say it, because his father taught him not to be a head bird, which would only annoy people......

During the class, Ryan also took a little time out of his busy schedule to wander around the three classrooms, and he was generally quite satisfied.

He has high hopes that this group of students will be the cornerstone of Kanna's future development, and no matter what industry they enter in the future, they will be an important force in moving the territory forward.

It was only when he saw that the students were using the sand table to connect and write, that he suddenly remembered that the paper is very precious now, and it is impossible for them to use it to practice calligraphy.

"Students don't have books, they can't even afford paper, what is this learning, it seems that not only papermaking, but printing also has to be put on the agenda quickly."

Ryan frowned and muttered to himself, then he returned to the castle and gathered the craftsmen to prepare for the construction of the paper workshop.

Paper is no stranger to everyone in Blue Star, and it is one of the four great inventions of China, and its role is naturally needless to say, it has been permeated in all aspects of life and has become an inseparable part.

Ryan had already roughly replicated the paper-making process last winter, and he had not given up on the preparation of raw materials for several months.

Now that the material is almost ready for use, and the temperature is gradually rising, it is time to start experimenting with papermaking.

Like the sugar mill, the paper mill is also a highly secret project, and the first batch of slaves to be used are all slaves, which is good in the other world, and slaves can be legally pressed.

The process of making paper is not difficult, and the materials are very common, whether it is wood, bamboo, hemp or rags, etc.

Ryan had already built a vast paper-making workshop on the Linton River, and sent henchmen and soldiers to manage and guard it.

It has been several large pools dug in it, and the collected bamboo, hemp skin, etc., have been cleaned, washed, torn and soaked in them for several months.

In Ryan's impression, whether it should be soaked for 100 days or how long, he was a little unsure, so he simply soaked it for three months and tried it first.

When making paper, slave workers took out the materials and washed them vigorously to remove the green shells and skins, with the aim of softening the materials.

Then it was steaming, and Ryan only vaguely remembered to put lime water, but he had no memory of how long and how many times he had steamed, so he had to let the workers cross the river by feeling the stones, trying again and again.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this trial took more than half a month, and finally the workers found that after about a week of steaming, most of the impurities in the material could be removed, leaving rough fibers.

After that, it can be taken out for rinsing, then steamed, and repeated for more than ten days, and the fibers are gradually decomposed.

The next step was simple, and Ryan remembered it well, and that was pounding, where the treated materials were placed in a stone mortar and smashed vigorously to form a mud-like substance.

After this step, they are thrown into shallow pools made of cement, mixed with the right amount of water, so that the fibers are completely separated and soaked in water, becoming a suspension of paper fibers.

This step is also a waste of a lot of raw materials, because this right amount of two words is really incomprehensible, and the result is that a month has passed without seeing the shadow of the paper.

Fortunately, Ryan was well prepared, and after many repeated experiments, he finally mastered the right proportion.

Pour the prepared suspension into the paper tray.

Finally, there is papermaking, which seems simple, but there is a lot of knowledge in it, which is not only time-consuming and laborious, but also requires a lot of experience.

At the beginning, it was either too thin or too thick, and it was completely by luck, and the finished product was naturally unsatisfactory.

In the failure after failure, the workers slowly mastered a little law, accumulated a little experience, and finally used a thin bamboo curtain to pick up the paper film of suitable thickness.

This is not the end, these paper films are slowly stacked into layers of paper pages, and then squeezed with heavy objects to drain the moisture in them, and the paper films are slowly formed under the heavy squeezing, becoming rough sheets of paper.

In the end, it only needs to be dried or dried, and it is ready to use paper.

After a rough cut, the first batch of paper took nearly two months to reach Ryan's desk.

Stroking the somewhat rough surface of the paper, looking at the yellowish color and subtle lines, it would be a lie to say that Ryan was unhappy.

Paper has too many uses, it is something he desperately needs, and for this world, the appearance of paper is undoubtedly more meaningful than the appearance of green sugar.

"It's a little hard, but it's still much better than bamboo, and my chrysanthemums can finally suffer less." Ryan was full of emotion, and there were many things in this world that he couldn't adapt to.

For example, when there is no toilet paper, commoners use leaves or branches to solve the problem, and nobles or citizens with assets will use linen or silk cloth and the like.

Of course, it's not to throw it away when you use it, but it's not so luxurious, it's all cleaned and used repeatedly, Ryan is resistant in his heart, and would rather use bamboo to shave his buttocks.

Fortunately, now it's hard work, and you can use paper soon!

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(End of chapter)