This is the first day of school for new students in provincial secondary schools.

The Provincial High School is a new type of college.

The so-called new style, in fact, is the Western style, and it is natural to keep up with the West, so some people also call it "Western School".

As a result, the custom of not having the same school for boys and girls and different classes in the same school has been abandoned, and even the textbooks have to adopt a new style, stressing "democracy" and "science."

Oppose autocracy, dictatorship, ignorance and superstition.

There are many people who praise it, but there are also many people who criticize it.

Needless to say, it is great to be able to make changes, not to mention learning advanced Western-style ideas and criticizing old ideas, which should be praised and supported by everyone.

Moreover, everything that is Western-style and foreign is good, even if it is not effective, it is also the result of poverty and weakness, and it is extremely common to say that it is not in line with the national conditions. Even ordinary people who have never read can see the gap between the Republic of China and foreigners.

Although the criticism is a bit sharp, it is more like pointing out the problems and shortcomings:

Liang Qichao once said: "Education has not been separated from the residual practice of the imperial examination", "although the new textbooks have been adopted in form, the spirit is still determined to hunt officials, and there is not much difference from the imperial examination."

Tao Xingzhi said with emotion: "China's rural education has taken the wrong path! He taught people to leave the country and run to the city. He taught people not to grow rice for food, not to grow cotton for clothing, and not to plant forests for houses. He taught people to envy luxury and look down on farming. He taught people to divide profits and not generate profits. He taught the farmer's children to become nerds. ”

According to these people, the so-called new-style school probably only replaced the old eight shares with foreign eight shares, and it is still the imperial examination system. However, not only that, but it also tempted the farmer's children to become nerds.

However, except for some Manchu relics and stubborn foolish words, no one criticized Western-style ideas such as democracy and science.

This probably makes sense, after all, the main force of the current school professors is still left over from the Manchu Qing Dynasty, even if there are some new school gentlemen who open their eyes to the world, after all, they are a minority, how can they compare to the momentum of those old people.

What's more, in this era, who are not studying to be officials? Those who really have real learning are not necessarily better than the powerful people in the family.

Institutional and historical issues take time to improve through trial and error.

But what this school looks like, Bao Guowei feels that he still has to see it for himself to know.

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From time to time, geese from the north return in the sky, looking for a better habitat with the hope of survival.

The morning in late autumn is a bit cold, and the cool air with the smell of earth pours straight into the brains and limbs, nourishing every cell of the human body.

From time to time, the yellow leaves fall from the trees and fall gently to the ground.

Last night, when the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, Bao Guowei picked up a leaf casually: yellow, dry, and slightly moistened with some rain.

The ground is covered with a coat made of leaves, and when the wind blows, "rustling, rustling, rustling", fluttering and spinning in the wind, sometimes forming a small whirlpool.

There is a piece of land in the west of Gusu City, which has less market atmosphere and more bookish atmosphere, smoke and rain than other places.

Many ginkgo, pine, and maple trees are planted on both sides of the road to the west of the city. After being moistened by light rain, it emits a golden yellow, emerald green, and bright red light, which looks delicate and moving against the contrast of the antique buildings on the side of the road.

The emerald-luster waterhole reflects the colorful foliage, the quaint buildings, and the pedestrians.

It is like a Jiangnan landscape painting that only exists under the paint.

The provincial high school is located on this piece of land in the west of the city, and there are several double-storey Western-style western-style buildings on the campus.

New students who come to report should enter through the North Gate, pay the tuition for the first semester, and register before entering the campus to find their class.

Bao Guowei and Lao Bao came together, and most of the students were accompanied by their parents when they entered the school, especially those who needed to live on campus, carrying all kinds of things in large bags and small bags.

The government also sent more soldiers to maintain order and provide security for the students.

At this moment, the road to Mixue in the west of the city is almost full of boys and girls wearing school uniforms.

Girls mostly like to wear dark blue tops, with black skirts, white gauze socks and round cloth shoes, simple, concise, elegant, revealing the charm of national costumes.

Most of the boys are dressed in decent tunics or Western-style attire, preferring to wear black clothes and a pair of hard-soled leather shoes. It looks mature and steady.

Of course, there are occasionally some students in ordinary clothes, wearing ordinary cotton clothes, stepping on a pair of cloth shoes or cotton shoes, and walking silently with their heads down, but after all, such are only a minority.

Young students followed their parents and came to this new academy with ignorance.

There is a bulletin board written at the school gate: please check the bulletin board for the divided class, and of course, there are some teachers at the school gate to provide advice to students or help them deal with some questions about the report.

Lao Bao went to pay the tuition, took a receipt and payment voucher out, and wanted to enter the school with Bao Guowei, but was stopped by a security guard.

"Sir, only students are allowed to enter the school. Please give the payment voucher to the enrolled students, let the students enter the class alone, if you are a resident student, you can entrust your luggage to us, this is for the sake of the safety of the students, please forgive me. ”

Most of the people who come to the new college are children of people with social status, so the security measures are naturally stricter.

Lao Bao is wearing reading glasses at the moment, wearing a relatively new cotton robe, wearing a pair of new cloth shoes on his feet, plus a suit and leather shoes next to him, and Bao Guowei, who also wears a leather vest, naturally deserves to be called Mr.

"This ......"

The old bag is a little difficult, there are a lot of things in the bag, and the weight is not light, how can you let Guowei carry these things.

"I'll come by myself, Dad, you go back, just report for a while, and go home in the evening."

Bao Guowei directly ripped the bag off his back, the bag was heavy and hard, and he didn't know what miscellaneous things the old package had, so he thought he had brought some books in the study with him.

With the receipt in hand, Bao Guowei entered the north gate alone, and Lao Bao watched his figure disappear from sight.

There are a group of people in front of several bulletin boards, chattering about something, probably some of them are friends, or they have just known each other for a while, and they have become friends who can hook up and carry each other, so they can talk happily and seem a little lively.

Bao Guowei squeezed for a long time to find that he was in the fourth class of the first grade, in Building 1.

Bao Guowei, who was surrounded by the layout of the school, was a little dizzy, and he searched for No. 2, 3, 4, 5 and did not find No. 1, and he found that it was in the innermost building after looking for a long time.

Then go to the class, this sorting is also confusing, the class number is small on the second floor, I am afraid that it is sorted from top to bottom and from left to right in the West, so as to appear that I am new enough to learn, enough Western.

Bao Guowei came relatively early, and there were not many people in the class, some men and women, some began to read while sitting in their seats, and some were sitting at the table talking loudly with others, and laughing from time to time.

Bao Guowei picked a position by the window in the back row, and as soon as he put down his schoolbag, someone noticed him.

"Hello, my name is Guo Chun, if you want to sit here, you will become my tablemate."