Chapter 2507: Mom, It’s New Year’s Day

Putting education first was Zhu Yuanzhang’s expectation, and he did the same, so social studies have been passed down.

It's just that sociology is a bottomless pit, coupled with poor management, so it's a bit decadent. It was not until Zhu Zhanji ascended the throne that sociology regained its spirit and became a key unit of grassroots education in the Ming Dynasty.

The sociology of Gaizhou Wei was already in name only. After the last gentleman went home to retire, the place became a cultural desert.

"Society needs to be reorganized!"

Fang Xing's tone was firm, which made the people look forward to him.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

This is a concept that has existed for thousands of years. As long as this concept exists, people will not ignore the education of their children.

"Uncle, those gentlemen are all Wenquxing, I'm afraid they won't come!"

"Yes, those gentlemen are very rich. We live in a remote and remote area with nothing good. Even our daughter is ugly. Who would want to come!"

"nonsense!"

Fang Xing waved to the little girl who didn't ask for his candy earlier with a straight face.

The little girl was shy and scared, so she didn't dare to come over.

"Go, go! My uncle is calling you!"

Her mother pushed the child over with a smile. From the look on her face, it was clear that she wanted to give her daughter to Fang Xing as a girl.

The girl was pushed over timidly. Fang Xing, for the sake of people's hearts, did not care about beauty or ugliness, so he pointed at the girl and said: "Look at this girl, she is as beloved as my uncle's girl. Who dares to say that we are not good in the future?" Zhou’s daughter is not beautiful, beat her!”

"good!"

These words were down to earth, and he also compared them with his own daughter, which immediately brought them closer together.

"This child is so lucky to be praised by his uncle!"

So countless eyes were fixed on the girl, and someone asked the girl's mother if she wanted to marry her as a baby.

"Don't do this!"

Fang Xing warned: "The children are still young, and it seems suitable now, but what if they don't like it when they grow up? Do we have to force them to be together? So we'd better wait until they are older.

"

Wang Chang also said: "Now that we are full, we don't have to worry about my daughter impoverishing the family. Don't be stingy! It's a beast to push your daughter out just for that little food!"

There was a burst of laughter, and this concept was implanted in these people's minds.

"There is also the study of the children. After I return to Beijing, I will advise Your Majesty to send more scholars of all levels to these remote places. The more the better."

Then Fang Xing took a look at the situation in people's homes, especially the food storage.

"Uncle, the most abundant food is potatoes. In the past, rice was sent from the other side of the bank, but now they are all sent with potatoes. We don't want them anymore. We grow them ourselves. They are sweeter and waxier than those from the other side."

The proliferation of potatoes has caught people off guard. Nowadays, there are countless new foods developed based on potatoes.

Fang Xing explained the reason why grain transportation from the south to the north had been reduced in recent years, and then went into the city.

"Is there anyone else coming to harass you now?"

A hot pot was standing, and venison and roe deer meat were cooked in the pot.

Most of the wild meat has a strong fishy smell, so the spicy pot base is used.

Wang Chang accompanied Fang Xing to eat. After hearing this, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Uncle, there used to be harassment on the North Korean side, but after it was classified as the Chief Envoy, Liaodong Dusi and Nuergan Dusi sent a letter to the court, and then they were cleared. What was once a border area has since become stable.”

"What about those wandering tribes?"

"They have all been wiped out, and now there is no obstruction from here to Nuergandusi."

Fang Xing finally completed his routine task, then wrote a memorial and asked someone to send it according to the channel.

Then he went to the original Jurchen place in Jianzhou, and then went to Zhenbeicheng.

…

After the construction of the city and the garrison of troops in Hami, Xinghe has now become a safe rear area. The population is increasing day by day, and the city can no longer live in it. It is expanding outward like the city of Beiping.

This is no longer the front line. As the peaceful days continue, all kinds of people are gathering here.

With more people, all walks of life flourished.

Moreover, this place is just outside the side wall and serves as a bridgehead, so most people leaving the border choose here.

In addition to merchants, more and more people are settling here.

And Jiang Di is one of them.

As the only student who actively asked to teach here, Jiang Di was still respected by everyone from common people to officials, no matter how young he was.

In the spacious classroom, there are more than thirty students sitting below.

Jiang Di wrote a formula on the blackboard and turned around and said: "It's hard to remember everything, but you also need to learn how to apply it by drawing inferences from one example. These formulas are all in the holiday homework. If you can't do them, you will definitely not pay attention to the lectures. When you come back after the New Year, you will It deserves punishment!”

The youngest of the students below is about eight or nine years old, and the oldest looks to be almost an adult.

Everyone is immersed in making key points. These textbooks are provided by the government for free, but if they are lost, there is no place to replace them, so they can only buy them themselves or copy them.

Seeing that the students were serious, Jiang Di smiled slightly, then walked off the stage and looked outside.

Through the glass window, you can vaguely see the snow on the eaves opposite.

He stretched out his hand to write on the glass window, leaving a line of text on the densely moist glass.

Later he returned to the podium and began to explain math problems.

"...You must learn mathematics well, so that even if you have no future, you can still make a living for yourself."

Jiang Di used this passage as the end of this semester.

After school.

on vacation!

The students happily gathered up their textbooks and pens, and then rushed out.

A student walked under the glass window and looked up at the line of words.

"Mother hands line, wandering clothing……"

…

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the city is very lively.

"Mr. Jiang, come to my house for dinner."

There are many people walking on the street, and Han Chinese and Tatars are mixed together, but they are very harmonious.

There was a student whose family was doing business. When he saw Jiang Di coming, he warmly invited him to his home for dinner.

Jiang Di cupped his hands and smiled and said, "Thank you very much. I have something else to do at home, so I won't bother you."

After he left, the man selling spices sighed: "He is a good man! But why do you come here to teach?"

An old customer who was choosing spices said: "Mr. Jiang volunteered to come to Xinghe. He has good knowledge, good character, and good looks. It's a pity that he doesn't have a suitable girl at home, otherwise he would have to find a matchmaker to propose marriage."

The man said: "Yes! With Mr. Jiang's knowledge, you can actually try to be a small official here. When someone appreciates you in the future, you will have a bright future!"

…

In fact, someone recommended Jiang Di to the higher authorities last year. As a young man with a lot of initiative, he was allowed to take root in Xinghe. This is something everyone is happy to see.

But Jiang Di chose to continue teaching, and taught Confucianism and science together, and then he was disgusted by some people, so it was inevitable that some unpleasant words would be spread.

"I never wanted to be an official."

Jiang Di's residence was very spacious, and even though there was no room for it in the city, the tradition of attaching importance to education was respected.

He needs to cook his own food and take care of himself.

But he never lacked these abilities.

After deciding to study science instead, he fell out with his father.

Although his father is mediocre and timid, Jiang Di must thank him.

Even if he remarried and had a son, his father still took care of him. He paid for all the travel expenses from studying to Xinghe.

Jiang Di remembered the conversation that morning.

"This home is small, and my father has tried his best to make you feel comfortable."

"Dad, I will take care of myself from now on."

"Then...remember to write back. If...I mean if, if it's not good outside, then come back."

He still remembers his father's embarrassed look at that time, as if he didn't know how to talk to him.

But he knew that home was no longer his. With his stepmother and younger brother here, he was in an awkward situation, so everyone could breathe a sigh of relief if he came out early.

He changed his clothes and went into the study.

The study room is very simple, just a simple bookshelf, table and chairs.

He walked to the wall and reached out to touch the small piece of clothing that had begun to change color.

"Mom, the Chinese New Year is coming..."