Traveling through the distant mountains to tea farmers

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☆ 83. Chapter 81 Sincerity

Chapter 81 Sincerity

In a corner of the Xiong family's courtyard, Bihe sat at the table, carefully cutting the rice paper with words written on it into uniform sizes, folding it in half, stacking it flat, and putting the largest embroidery needle through the bottom of the shoe, and using the thimble to staple the paper together.

Wen Lun brushed the book cover that had been written and dried with a paste made from glutinous rice, glued the inner pages, and then placed it under the green brick to flatten it. Arranging books is a huge project, and these things in front of him are just small things. If Bihe's foot had not been injured and he had no time to spare, he would not have done this work reserved for winter in advance.

But the autumn weather is not bad. The Xiong family's courtyard wall is high, and the position where he stands is also windproof, so he won't feel cold; compared to the study room with a charcoal basin lit in winter, the air is better and the light is more sufficient.

Wen Lun and Yao Qing are the only two people who are responsible for copying books at home. Although the others have learned a little, the handwriting is still not good, at least not as a textbook.

Yes, Wen Lun is making teaching materials. There were only two subjects, one Chinese and one mathematics. The Chinese textbook was a ready-made primer, and the mathematics textbook was compiled by Wen Lun based on his memory.

Taking this opportunity, Wen Lun experienced the experience of being a primary school tutor again. The mathematics textbook did not use Arabic numerals and symbols, but asked the accountant of Wuben, mainly teaching some simple addition and subtraction. Wen Lun thought very clearly that the mountain people's request was just to find a job more easily, not to really study. According to the conditions of the mountain people, to be honest, they did not have the ability to support a person to study.

Studying is also a very expensive thing. Wen Lun ran a private school in the mountains, which was almost free. It was fine for literacy, but he was not interested in more. Just like adopting a child, he would not provide Xiao Yizi with the same conditions as Yao Qing. People are close to each other, and in the eyes of others, a child like Xiao Yizi can follow Yao Qing and the Xiong family, which is a good thing that many people can't wait for.

The little child used a square stool as a table, and there was an open book in front of him, with a total of four big characters on a page. The sand table used for practicing calligraphy has reappeared. The little chair reads a book and draws a stroke on the sand table with a branch, quite seriously.

Yao Qing leans over to take a look from time to time and quietly corrects the little chair's mistakes.

Wen Lun suppressed the discomfort in his heart and turned his attention back to the books.

Textbooks are one, and there are also many books that Wen Lun has written in recent years.

If it weren't for sorting, Wen Lun would not know that he has written so many things in recent years. Those ancient and modern anecdotes in the teahouse are more messy plans, model drawings and the like.

Wen Lun was busy here, and Master Wang came to the door, followed by two big yellow dogs with bitter faces. Juhua frowned and had dark circles under her eyes, and she was not as fierce as the big dog with shoulders as high as thighs.

Perhaps the contempt in Wen Lun's eyes was too obvious, the two big dogs that were originally sitting behind their master slightly raised their hind legs, pressed their shoulder blades, and slightly leaned their heads towards Wen Lun, and lifted their lips to reveal their interlaced canine teeth.