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Chapter 466 Zhang Shengli Goes to School

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    When Zhu Liang learned that he was going to be a teacher, he was a little unhappy.

    Not for anything else, but because once I become a teacher, I still have to carve bamboo slips, farm the land, and teach, so I don¡¯t have enough time to allocate.

    But people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

    The Great Barren Mountain is Zhang Shengli's territory, and the owner of the mountain has spoken, so why does he refuse.

    Therefore, on the first day of teaching, he came to one of the peaks under the leadership of Cangshi.

    There are very few people, just a few scattered people.

    None of these people he knew.

    Because there are almost no villagers at the bottom of the mountain, and the only few people are also those on the mountain.

    However, this includes Zhang Shengli.

    Scattered few people sat on the ground in the open air.

    In front of these people, there is a long table on which are placed the things used by Mr. Xuetang.

    Zhang Shengli ran over early in the morning.

    His appearance made everyone unexpected, and everyone became cautious.

    Originally, Zhu Liang was still upset, but when he came to the mountain and saw a familiar figure sitting among the few people, he suddenly regained his spirits.

    "My lord!" Zhu Liang hurried forward.

    Zhang Shengli stood up directly, and said to Zhu Liang: "Don't be like this, now you are a teacher and I am a student."

    Zhu Liang didn't know what to say for a while.

    What he took in this class was hard work, and it was frightening.

    Because until the end of the first class, he still hadn't figured out why Zhang Shengli came here.

    This class attracted the attention of many people.

    At least on the periphery, there are a group of high-level officials from the Great Barren Mountain standing there, watching from a distance.

    Cangshi stood there, muttering incessantly: "Master wants to learn, why don't you invite Mr. Zhu alone, and insist on staying with these people?"

    "My lord naturally has my lord's thoughts, why are you worrying so much?"

    "How can this be called blind worry? What is the identity of the Lord? Wouldn't it be worthless to be with these people?"

    "What do you know? This is called being close to the people."

    "Go, go, you know."

    Listening to the daily dialogue between Cang Shi and Gu Hong, Qu Feng laughed.

    "This is called taking responsibility for yourself, don't you see what's going on now?"

    "What's the situation?" Cang Shi scratched his head.

    "There are four to five thousand people, and there are only a few who are really willing to come. None of those at the bottom of the mountain came. What is the reason?"

    Cang Shi took a look at Qu Feng, and said, "What else could be the reason? It's a waste of time to learn this, and it's not as good as farming."

    Qu Feng spread his hands and said, "Then what do you think? Is it a waste of time?"

    "Of course not. Our Great Barren Mountain lacks nothing but literate people. Every time we do something, we have to do it ourselves. Everyone can get tired."

    "That's right, if everyone thinks that studying is useless, what's the point of running this school?"

    Cangshi was at a loss for words for a while, and muttered: "I think it will be compulsory. Hong and I will bring a few people and go door-to-door directly. It's better than this."

    Tang Rou on the side covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "If it's really like what you said, then it will be troublesome."

    No one dared to refute Tang Rou's words, at least Cang Shi did not dare.

    "But how much time will the Lord waste in doing this?"

    Zhu Liang was speaking, and the students below were listening.

    After a class, there is more than half an hour.

    Until the end of a class, Zhu Liang hurriedly packed his things and prepared to go home.

    "Mr. Zhu stay behind!"

    At this moment, Tang Rou stopped the other party.

    "Zhu Liang has seen the mistress."

    Zhu Liang hurriedly saluted, with a bitter look on his face: "Mistress, I have to go back to weed, it's really"

    Hearing this, Tang Rou laughed lightly: "Mr. Zhu, don't be in a hurry. The incident happened suddenly yesterday, so I didn't have time to explain it clearly to you."

    "Now that you have become the teacher of the Great Barren Mountain, there is no need to plant any more land."

    "If I don't plant it, will my life be a problem?"

    "Haha" Cang Shi beside himHe laughed after hearing this: "You are now the teacher of our Great Barren Mountain. Naturally, you don't need to plant the land anymore, and you don't need to worry about the things in life. Everything will be taken care of for you."

    Gu Hong also echoed: "That is, not only do you not have to go to the fields to work, you still have food and clothing every day, and you still have a lot of time to carve your bamboo slips."

    Zhu Liang was dumbfounded. Although it sounded beautiful, he always felt that something was wrong.

    "Sir, do you think there is something wrong?" Qu Feng also looked at Zhu Liang with a smile at this time.

    "There's nothing wrong with it, I just feel that things are a little sudden, especially the Lord"

    Following Zhu Liang's gaze, Qu Feng also took a look.

    He understood what Zhu Liang meant.

    Stories about Zhang Shengli were circulating throughout the Great Barren Mountains, and he was almost deified.

    But what about the result?  He's just an ordinary guy.

    "My lord knows the importance of knowledge, that's why we opened a school." Qu Xiao said with a smile: "It doesn't require everyone to have a high level of knowledge, at least let the people here be able to read, so as not to walk out of here,  Can't even read a sign."

    Zhu Liang smiled wryly: "But you have also seen that in the first class today, with only these few people, I think the Lord's idea is a bit unworkable."

    "Whether it works or not, you have to try it to know."

    "That's fine, I'll do it as a teacher. As for the master, it's best to be able to teach alone, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble."

    Qu Feng said: "Don't worry about this, Mr. Zhu. The Lord has his own opinions. What he wants to do, no one else can stop him."

    Just like that, Zhu Liang finally accepted his new identity.

    Originally, he only thought about taking one class a day, so he directly added two more classes.

    You can come whenever you want to learn, and you can leave whenever you want.

    No one stopped, and no one said anything.

    In just one day, the story of Zhang Shengli going to the school to learn knowledge spread in Dahuangshan.

    "Have you heard, the Lord is also studying in the school."

    "Why haven't I heard of it, and the master is very hardworking, ask questions if you don't understand during class, sometimes even Na Zhuliang can't answer."

    "Do you think the master did this on purpose? Otherwise, how could he not even know the words?"

    "You really guessed wrong about this. The Lord is really illiterate. Everyone in the whole Great Barren Mountain knows this."

    The more rumors spread, the more evil they became. In the end, Zhang Shengli had a photographic memory, and it was spread that he could carve several bundles of bamboo slips in a day.

    Actually?

    Zhang Shengli is good at carving bamboo slips, after all, he used to write good calligraphy when he was in school.

    Knowledge itself is interlinked, what he lacks now is only the recognition of characters.

    But it is not as magical as the rumors say, what is the photographic memory, a bundle of bamboo slips a day?

    That's because the characters here are a bit complicated, and sometimes one word can represent several meanings, and I'm afraid of getting confused, so I carved a lot of bamboo slips to deepen my memory.

    It's just that his method of carving bamboo slips is somewhat unacceptable.

    At least the style of music can't stand it.

    The short sword he held in his hand was like a bull's knife for killing chickens.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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