Chapter 241 Sending Books
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a pair of antlers, with a homemade longbow, a pot of arrows and a long knife hanging beside it. W． 』⒉3
"Brother is good at martial arts!"
Fang Xing said enviously when he saw the bear skin. Then he smiled at the boy who followed in: "Your boy looks very energetic!"
The man beckoned the boy who was drooling and eating candy to come over, and said with a smile, "My baby also wants to send him to study, but there is no county school and master nearby, so I have to follow me to learn hunting."
Seeing the regret on the man's face, Fang Xing remembered that the solidification of class, apart from monopolizing the promotion channels, is the imbalance of educational resources.
"Little brother Fang Xing, whose name is Dehua, what is the eldest brother's surname?"
Fang Xing chatted with the man about homework.
The man said with a hearty smile, "My name is Yuan Da, and I don't have any characters like you scholars."
Fang Xing saw that the baby's eyes were very bright, so he said regretfully, "Brother Yuan, your son looks very clever, what a pity!"
"Who says it's not!"
Yuan Da said depressedly.
Fang Xing's heart moved, and he asked, "Brother Yuan, is there anyone in the village who can read?"
Yuan Da said: "Yes, there is. That person went out to work as an accountant, but he doesn't know how to make a fuss."
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Fang Xing made an excuse to go to the toilet, and then disappeared for a moment in that toilet, and then reappeared immediately. Even if you stared at him specifically, you would probably think that your eyes were dazzled.
After coming out, Fang Xing took out a few books from his pocket and handed them to Yuan Da, and said with a smile, "My little brother failed in his studies, but he has the cheek to write a few books. If Big Brother Yuan doesn't mind, he can let that literacy teacher teach."
Yuan Da took the book, flipped through it a few times, and felt that he didn't understand all the words and symbols, so he asked Fang Xing to sit down, but ran out by himself.
After the people left, Fang Xing waved to the boy, "What's your name?"
The boy reluctantly bit the last bit of candy into pieces, and then replied, "My name is Yuan Chong."
Fang Xing then asked a few more questions, but Yuan Chong acted very cleverly.
Nima! If this kind of boy was in those big families, he would have been dubbed "Qilin'er" or something like that. But because he was in this desolate place, if nothing happened, Yuan Chong could only be a hunter in his life.
Fang Xing was feeling emotional when there was a sound of footsteps, and then he saw Yuan Da rushing in with a tall and thin man.
"Xiao Fang, this is the literate guy in our village. His name is Jiang Ming. He used to work as an accountant in the city."
Fang Xing stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Jiang, student Fang Xing, his name is Dehua."
When Jiang Ming heard the student's self-proclaimed name, he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Fang is too polite, I don't dare to call you sir."
Someone who can call himself a student must have a reputation. Jiang Ming dare not let Fang Xing call himself a teacher.
Fang Xing said with a smile: "You are a senior, if you change your name, wouldn't I have to call you uncle?"
These words made the two of them laugh out loud, and then Jiang Ming lifted up the first volume of mathematics in his hand and asked, "Mr. Fang, do you dare to ask that you wrote this book yourself?"
As a former accountant and now a "financial consultant" in the village, Jiang Ming was shocked when he saw this math book. But when he saw that Fang Xing was just a young man, he was worried that he was a liar.
Fang Xing said with a smile: "This mathematics book is just superficial stuff. The second volume is still being compiled and will be printed in Jinling in the future."
Jiang Ming immediately asked Fang Xing what he didn't understand. It was a test, but Fang Xing calmed down all his doubts.
"Mr. Fang is indeed a master of knowledge, this mathematics book can be left in history!"
Jiang Ming sighed in admiration, and then said to Yuan Da: "Mr. Fang is much better than those gentlemen from the county school. Hurry up and prepare some wild game."
Yuan Da responded and hurried to the back.
Jiang Ming sighed: "Our Jiming Village is too far away from the town, and the children in the village can't read and write. I just found out today that they can learn by themselves."
The good thing about the textbooks prepared by Fang Xing is that as long as you can read, you can learn by yourself, unlike those books written by great Confucian scholars, who wish others would be confused.
"Master."
At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and it was Xin Laoqi who had arrived.
Worried about Fang Xing's accident here, Xin Laoqi rushed here with a few servants first, and the sergeants behind drove slowly.
Seeing that Fang Xing and Jiang Ming were chatting happily, but Yuan Da who left a deep impression on Xin Laoqi was not there, he was relieved.
Fang Xing got up and said: "Old Seven, bring some money out." Then he smiled at Jiang Ming: "Our army is starting from Beiping Mansion, and supplies are not easy on the way, please ask Mr. Jiang to preside over it, let us buy some meat and go back to make rice .”
Jiang Ming bowed and said, "Mr. Fang has beaten me to death, so let's go."
"Xiao Fang... Oh, Mr. Fang, would you like to eat this venison dried and steamed?"
At this time, Yuan Da came out with half a piece of venison, and his attitude was very respectful, which surprised Xin Laoqi.
What's going on here? But after a while, why did these people change their faces?
Fang Xing looked at the venison jerky, took out a string of money, and said with a smile, "This is a good thing. Since Big Brother Fang is willing, I will accept it."
Yuan Da waved his hand and said, "You have already given those books, how can I return your money?"
After the two gave way for a while, seeing Yuan Da's firm attitude, Fang Xing agreed with a smile, and then went out again.
When he came back, there were several bags on the back of the big white horse.
"Lao Qi, come and help."
When Xin Laoqi heard the sound, he came out with Yuan Da, and the two unloaded the two big bags with ease.
"A hundred or ten catties, right?"
Yuan Da touched it and felt that there were some earthy things inside.
Fang Xing said with a smile: "The army has brought a lot of salt, anyway, we can supply it at the front, so we will leave it here."
Yuan Da opened the bag and took a look, then tasted it, and found that there was indeed salt in it, and it was still fine salt.
Tsk!
Fang Xing's words have already been said before, Yuan Da rubbed his hands, accept it, feel too guilty, don't accept it, and don't know how to say it.
Fang Xing took the venison jerky, cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yuan, don't worry, there is no shortage of these things in the army, so I'll go back now."
Rejecting Yuan Da and Jiang Ming's persuasion, Fang Xing returned with his men and several carts of wild game.
After Fang woke up and left, Jiang Ming sighed: "Our village can take advantage of Mr. Fang this time!"
"With these few books, the children in the village..."
There was very little smoke from the cooking at the foot of Jiming Mountain, Fang Xing stood below, looked at the scenery above, smelled the smell of meat, felt a little hungry.
Back in the tent, it didn't take long for the meal to be ready.
"Master, here is your meal."
Fang Xing frowned when he saw a large piece of stewed meat in the wooden bowl, "I've been a vegetarian recently, you should share it."
"oh!"
Xin Laoqi really thought that Fang Xing was going to fast, and he also muttered that the young master was praying for the future of the whole army.
After everyone left, Fang Xing closed the tent, took out a bucket of spicy beef noodles, and poured boiling water from the charcoal stove into it.
"Recently, a bird has faded out of my mouth, let's change the taste first."
In the middle of the night, there was silence at the foot of Jiming Mountain until the slight sound of horseshoes could be heard in the distance.