Then, he silently wrote several three-character poems, and the little girls in the private school wrote them correctly one by one, Wang Qingyang was more and more shocked, you must know that the private school run by Dali has only been less than a month, and so many little girls in the village can know so many words.

Although many children write big and small words on the sand table, which does not seem to be standardized, but what can he ask for in a private school that has only been in a private school for less than a month, and when he first went to private school, these children may not be able to write well.

Niu Dali naturally saw the look of surprise in Wang Qingyang's eyes, so he proposed to stay and listen to Leng Qiuniang's lecture.

Wang Qingyang was originally curious about how the private school was taught, and when he heard Niu Dali's words, it was exactly what he meant, so he didn't refuse.

It's not the first time Leng Qiuniang has lectured in front of people, so she is quite calm, and the little girl in the private school saw that Wang Qingyang stayed, and listened more and more carefully.

After that, Niu Dali and Wang Qingyang sat in the back, watching Leng Qiuniang give a lecture, and they had a sense of déjà vu in an open class.

Although the children in the private school did not have an enlightenment book, Leng Qiuniang wrote the poems to be taught on the so-called blackboard, let the children look at the blackboard and read, and after reading a few times, let the children write and read while writing on the sand table.

"That chalk is a good thing!"

Wang Qingyang still has eyesight, and at first glance he can see the benefits of chalk, this kind of chalk that can be written and erased is most suitable for enlightened children.

"It's good, it's just a little troublesome to do!"

Niu Dali didn't hide it and told the materials for making chalk.

Wang Qingyang really didn't expect Niu Dali to tell him how to make chalk without even thinking about it, and he was slightly moved in his heart, Dali really didn't treat him as an outsider.

However, when he heard that chalk was made of gypsum, he shook his head and sighed in his heart, gypsum is a kind of medicine, and it is cheap to say that it is cheap, but it is not cheap and it is not cheap.

What's more, if you can afford to practice calligraphy with chalk made of gypsum, you will not be bad for silver to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and if you can't afford it, you still can't afford it.

In the end, Wang Qingyang didn't say anything.

Although the private school run by the vigorous is not as unbearable as those scholars say, in his opinion, it is only suitable for teaching children enlightenment, and if you want to make further progress, I am afraid that it is impossible.

But even so, it is not bad, women do not have to participate in the imperial examination like men, they can read some words, understand some of the principles of their predecessors, assist their husbands, and raise their children.

Niu Dali didn't know what Wang Qingyang was thinking, at this moment, his eyes were paying attention to the two daughters in the family from time to time.

The eldest girl is now equivalent to Leng Qiuniang's little assistant in the private school, sitting in the front row on the right side at this time, and generally Leng Qiuniang is tired of talking, so she will let the eldest girl give a lecture on stage.

And Erya sat in the front row in the middle, her little head was held high, her expression was focused, and she looked like she was listening to the lecture carefully.

Niu Dali couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it, this little trickster pretended to be quite presentable.

Although the two sisters Xia Xue and Lin Damei went to the private school relatively late, they cherished this opportunity, and usually asked the eldest and second girls after class, and the eldest and second girls also taught them very seriously, so that they could still keep up with the learning progress of the private school.

At this time, there was a discussion in the village, and they were all speculating whether Wang Qingyang came to Niu Dali because of the private school, after all, Wang Qingyang was one of the few talents in the village.

"I just saw our village chief looking for Niu Dali, and he looked very angry, maybe it was for Niu Dali's private school!"

"Who's to say it's not, I've never heard of a private school writing on the wall and on the sand!"

"No, I heard from Wang Er and his daughter-in-law that her daughter Xiaocui is very good in private school, and I heard that she is still teaching her younger brother at home!"

"Cut, do you believe this? You don't look at who Wang Er's family works for, they don't help Niu vigorously speak, then hell!"

"Let's just know it, don't say it. ”

For a while, some villagers who like to do nothing to do anything will look at Niu Dali's side, waiting for Wang Qingyang's news.

Wang Qingyang was confused by the question, but from the words of the villagers, he still heard some meaning.

There was some misunderstanding in the village about the women's private school run by Dali, and many people even thought that it was harming the children, but after listening to the lessons in the private school, he didn't think so.

"I've seen the vigorous private school, it's quite new, it's no problem to teach the little girl in the village to enlighten!"

Wang Qingyang did not hide it, and told the villagers what he wrote silently in the private school.

Many villagers were stunned.

Really?

I've only been in private school for less than a month and I know dozens of words?

Several scholars who had made a small report in front of Wang Qingyang before heard this, and they were also a little incredulous.

How is this different from what you think?

In their opinion, Wang Qingyang should have angrily accused Niu Dali of insulting Sven, and then asked Niu Dali to close the private school, but what they never expected was that Wang Qingyang not only did not do this, but also praised the private school.

There was a lot of talk outside, but here Wang Qingyang has already returned home.

Wu was also a little curious about Niu Dali's private school, so he asked, "How is it? Is Dali's private school really as bad as the people in the village say?"

Wang Qingyang waved his hand, "What's the matter, I think it's very interesting to run a private school, you don't need to buy enlightenment books, you don't need to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, you can teach children to read and write." ”

Wu was surprised, "So good?"

Wang Qingyang nodded, and told Wu what he saw and heard in the private school, Wu knew that it was difficult to read, and it was not easy for even men to study, let alone women.

Wu Shi said with interest: "You said it so well, I want to go over and have a look." ”

Wang Qingyang said with a smile, "I can go and see it when I have time, but I think Dali's private school is really good, and I plan to let Xiaofang go to Dali's private school for enlightenment!"

Wu hesitated, "Will Xiaofang be too young, and we can teach enlightenment!"

Wang Qingyang shook his head, "It's different." ”

Wu was confused, "What's the difference?"

"How to say it, there are many children in the private school, Xiaofang can read and write with many girls in the village, and it will not make Xiaofang feel bored reading. ”

Wang Qingyang knows that his little granddaughter is very skinny, teaching him to read and write, she is always absent-minded, and she has no heart to study at all.

Hearing him say this, Wu Shi thought for a while, "Then I have to ask Xiaofang what she means, if she wants, let her go!"

The next day, Wang Qingyang and Wu led a five or six-year-old girl to Niu Dali's house, and then the news that Wang Qingyang sent his favorite little granddaughter to a private school spread like a gust of wind throughout Xinghua Village.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that Niu Dali's private school was not good? Why did the village chief send Xiaofang to go to the private school?"

"You don't know yet, yesterday the village chief went to Dali's private school and said that Dali's private school was fine, and I heard that the children in it knew dozens of words!"

"So many? I remember that it didn't take long for the private school to be held?!"

"Who says it's not, my nephew has been in private school for more than two months, and he can only write a few words. ”

"Then it seems that the private school run by Dali should be good, otherwise the village chief would not send Xiaofang to the private school to study and read!"

The villagers talked a lot, Wang Qingyang's reputation in the village was quite high, and the villagers never doubted anything about his words.

Now even the village chief thinks that Niu Dali's private school is good, and he also sends his favorite granddaughter to study in the private school, which is undoubtedly to tell everyone that Niu Dali's private school is not only no problem, but also very good.

When the village scholar heard this, he almost vomited blood.

Before, they said conclusively, a private school run by a female student is simply a misguided child, but now Wang Qingyang has brought his granddaughter into a private school to study, isn't this a slap in their face?

You must know that Wang Qingyang is a private school that has a reputation for showing talents, and even shows talents, so why should those of them who don't even have fame speak?

"Qingyang, isn't this nonsense? What kind of private school is Niu Dali's run, there is no need to buy books, no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, this is simply an insult to the reader. ”

The person who spoke was an old man who was over the age of six, and everyone in the village called him Sun Tongsheng.

The other scholars were silent, in fact, they already had doubts in their hearts, could it be that the private school run by Niu Dali really had any merits.

After all, Wang Qingyang's character has always been fair.

Niu Dali and Li Xianglan didn't expect that Wang Qingyang's family would send Xiaofang to a private school for classes, Xiaofang is younger than Erya, has a lively temperament, and has a chubby face, it can be seen that Wang Qingyang's family loves this child.

"Uncle Niu, can I go to a private school with Sister Erya?" Xiaofang said in a childish voice.

When Niu Dali ran a private school before, Xiaofang wanted to come to the private school, but her father and mother just didn't agree, saying that they would wait for their grandparents to come back.

Sure enough, her grandparents still loved her the most, and as soon as they came back, they agreed to let her go to private school.

"Dali, my aunt also heard that your private school is for people who work in the workshop, but my aunt can't help it, you see Xiaofang is making trouble and wants to go to a private school, can you be accommodating?" Wu smiled.

"Auntie, what are you talking about, Xiaofang came to my sister-in-law's private school, it's too late for me to welcome!"

Niu Dali smiled honestly, in fact, he understood what Wang Qingyang meant, and asked Xiaofang to come to the private school to take classes, which was an indirect support for the private school, how could he refuse.

"That's good!" Wu's smile became more and more kind, "Xiaofang, thank you Uncle Niu for not coming!"

"Uncle Xie Niu!"

Xiao Fang's fat little face smiled out of two cute little dimples.

After Wang Qingyang sent his granddaughter to a private school, no one in the village has ever said that the private school is misleading people's children, but he is more and more envious of the villagers who work in the workshop.

In the next few days, the waist of the workers in the workshop was straight, not to mention, the feeling of being envied was quite refreshing.

"Wang Er's family, I heard that your Xiaocui can write?"

"What's the point of writing, my Xiaocui also chanted a poem yesterday, we don't understand what it means, but it sounds pretty good!"

Wang's second daughter-in-law smiled proudly, can you not be proud, the little girls who can read and write in Shili and Eight Villages can have a few in addition to those landlords who are rich, and now her daughter is one of the few.

Soon, even a few villages around Xinghua Village heard about the women's private school, and the villagers of these villages didn't mention how sour they were.

In the past, the cow worked vigorously because the salary was high, and there was a big meal at the end of the month, and a red envelope at the end of the year.

Now there is even a private school to read and write for the children of the people below, there is such an owner, please come to a big push!

Besides, don't look at the fact that it's just a women's private school now, who knows if there will be another private school for a little boy in the future!?

Some people envy it, and naturally regret it.

The nine families who left the workshop last year now regret that their intestines are green, and they left the workshop for the twenty or thirty taels, thinking that they had made a lot of money, but now it seems that they don't know how much they have lost.