Chapter 182 I don’t know, it’s also a traitor

Author: That sour sugar

Chapter 182 I don’t know, it’s also a traitor

"How old are you?" Yang Hong asked Chen Zhongyan.

"I am nine years old this year and now ranks seventh." Chen Zhongyan said. The other children have also introduced their age and rankings one by one.

"He is two years younger than me." Yang Hong became more and more depressed as he thought this way.

Chen Zhongyan handed Yang Hong the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand, and sat there watching everyone recite the book. After reading it for a while, Yang Hong also began to recite it. He really couldn't remember some of the sentences he had.

After memorizing the book for a while, everyone started writing. After writing for a while, Yang Hong felt the atmosphere of concentration in the classroom, which was obviously different from the atmosphere under the gaze of the Master in the school.

There are two thin wire ropes on the wall and some small clips are hung. Each child clamps the work with a clip for easy appreciation. Yang Hong was hit again, and many people wrote better words than him.

Chen Ying and Chen Xiu are girls. He thinks it is normal for him to write poorly, but why is Chen Ya only six years old and her handwriting is so beautiful?

"This girl is very talented and much better than her brother." Chen Zhongyan praised her without any modesty. Chen Zhongzhu was not angry, and smiled happily.

Chen Zhongliang was only seven years old, Liu Dingkang was only seven years old, and Liu Chenfeng was only eight years old. Even though they surpassed them, Yang Hong felt that it was not a martial arts victory.

"How many years have you been studying?" Yang Hong turned his eyes to Chen Zhongliang.

"I have only been studying for three months. My family was poor before and I had no choice but to study." Chen Zhongliang's answer was heart-wrenching. Chen Zhongmei made up for it again: "My family is also very poor. Fortunately, I was adopted by my elder sister, so I had the opportunity to study.

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"I have written so well in just three months?" Yang Hong couldn't accept it.

"We practice for an hour or two every day, and we think we must practice calligraphy well at the beginning so that we can write beautifully every day," said Chen Zhongmei.

"We study late, so we dare not be lazy." Chen Zhongliang added.

Everyone commented on the characters and started writing them again. Yang Hong's calligraphy has improved this time, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Next is a mathematics class, Chen Zhongyan talks about addition and subtraction of decimals. Yang Hong looked at the strange symbols and found it very strange.

"This is a numerical symbol. My elder sister taught me that it is easier to count and calculate." Chen Zhongyan was responsible for explaining and also explained the numbers.

The children once tortured Cui Yunlang, and this time they gently tortured Yang Hong.

Yang Hong felt that the abuse he suffered in the past eleven years was not as good as he had in this day and a half. He looked at Yang Yun, and Yang Yun smiled on his face, without any expression of abuse.

"How do my sister think they have learned their homework?"

"Everything is very good, I admire it very much." Yang Yun did not hesitate.

Liu Huaijin kept watching all this silently without interrupting.

"Let's go get the gift." Chen Zhongyan said.

The boys went to the room together. Chen Zhongyan gave a dagger, Chen Zhongzhu gave a slingshot, Chen Zhongliang and Chen Zhongmei had a collection of poems, and Chen Zhongliang gave a sandalwood hairpin. The Liu family gave a jewelry and jade

Something like that.

Yang Hong looked at the dagger and couldn't let it go. He had never seen such a good dagger.

"What did your family do before?" he blurted out.

Chen Zhongyan's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth: "As an official, I was abducted."

"No wonder you have such good knowledge. Your school and your master must be very good, right? Then will you go back?"

"I don't want to go back at the moment, it's nice to be here."

"Why don't you go back? You can continue to study when you go back."

"I can also read here." Chen Zhongyan smiled faintly.

"They don't know what books you have read, who do you discuss with? You can go to the academy when you go back. If you have any questions, you can ask the master. There is also a book boy servant. There is nothing here." Yang Hong said.

The children's expressions changed.

"My brother-in-law has a good knowledge, so I can discuss it with her brother-in-law."

"Does my uncle have fame and honor? You are the one who is a child of an official family when you go back. Isn't it better than staying in a farmhouse?" Yang Hong said a lot without realizing it.

Chen Zhongyan still smiled faintly: "What would you do if you were in a farmhouse?"

Yang Hong was stunned: "Why do I think so? My father is already the county magistrate. If my family background is better, I can go to a better school and have a better teacher."

Liu Huaijin sighed silently, and Yang Yun lowered his head.

"Have you asked for leave from the church? Should you stay here for a few more days or go back early?" Chen Zhongyan asked him.

Yang Hong was stunned again. His family asked them to visit relatives. He didn't know whether it would be better to stay for a few more days or less. He was still very willing to read and write here.

"Let's go back today and you can come and have fun again in the future." Yang Yun said.

Yang Hong couldn't keep up: "Can you still ride a horse and shoot arrows in the afternoon?"

"Yes, it doesn't take much time to shoot an archery, and it doesn't take much time to go back to the carriage," said Chen Zhongyan.

"Then I want to ride a horse." Yang Hong was a boy after all.

In the afternoon, they arranged to ride a horse, and Zhang Ci was responsible for teaching Yang Hong. He sat on the horse's back, shy and proud.

Zhang Ci explained the key points to him, and ran with the horse on the reins. Yang Hong shook his body excitedly.

"Did you see those rice? The yield this year is very high." Zhang Ci said.

"Really?" Yang Hong was very happy, but he was just very happy and didn't ask any other questions.

"Guess how much rice can be harvested on one acre of land here?" Zhang Ci asked again.

"Is there five stones?" Yang Hong was not sure.

"Do you know how many stones were produced before?"

Yang Hong shook his head.

Zhang Ci also shook his head, then County Magistrate Yang was not a good at teaching children.

"In the past, those who grow grain when they are just reclaimed can only harvest one or two stones of grain; medium-sized fields can collect two or three stones of grain; high-quality fertile fields do not exceed five stones of grain." Zhang Ci said, Yang Hong listened indifferently.

"But the fields here collected seven or eight stones of grain." Zhang Ci said.

"So much?" Yang Hong was surprised, "that can it be sold for a lot of money, right?"

"It's not much, because the price of grain is very cheap, two million kilograms of millet are only five hundred stale."

"It's only five hundred stakes?" Yang Hong felt that the five hundred stakes were inconspicuous.

"A lot of food is collected, and some people are greedy and come to grab food."

Yang Hong looked at the golden rice on both sides of the straits and asked, "Have you saved the food?"

"It's saved, and all the people who robbed the food were beaten away."

"oh."

Zhang Ci looked at him and said word by word: "The bad behavior of robbing food was not stopped, the county government did not stop it, did not go to investigate, and did not try to arrest it. It was a serious malfeasance."

Yang Hong said blankly: "Those who don't know are not guilty. My father doesn't know, right?"

Zhang Ci chuckled: "I don't know, it's also a dereliction of duty."

Yang Hong's expression changed: "What will happen?"
Chapter completed!