A few days ago, Li Mengxi discussed with Liu Bei and Guan Yu and said that they could start teaching Braille to the village heroes.

Moreover, Li Mengxi also agreed to the village heroes.

Li Mengxi thought about it. When the time comes, he has to think about what writing tools will be available.

I have no idea whether I should use paper or stick to draw on the ground.

Li Mengxi underestimated the enthusiasm of the soldiers to learn.

Another day of marching.

The first day of August, the first day of the lunar month.

The coachman Lao Tie was driving at the front of the car. During the march, he tentatively asked Li Mengxi, when can he learn to write?

Li Mengxi suddenly remembered that just a few days ago, he told Gouzi and the others that he would take time to teach them calligraphy.

"Oh!" Li Mengxi exclaimed, remembering this matter.

Li Mengxi decided to look at how to carry out the work of teaching literacy.

I opened the window of the carriage and looked outside. I saw people walking on both sides of the road carrying guns and bedrolls, walking with their heads down.

A little further back, there is a procession of grain carts pulled by animals. The grain bags are stacked high on the carts, and there are infantry soldiers scattered between the grain carts.

I looked forward and backward, but Guan Yu and Liu Bei were nowhere to be seen.

Where can I find them?

Furthermore, it’s okay not to ask for help from the two of them. With the authority of a dignified military advisor, if you want to do something, the local warriors should be able to cooperate.

When things came to an end, Li Mengxi suddenly realized that he didn't know how it started.

When this person is walking on the road, why go over and teach them how to calligraphy?

Furthermore, there were so many people. Judging from the situation of teaching arithmetic to Liu, Guan, and Zhang that day, it took more than half an hour for Liu, Guan, and Zhang to learn the correspondence of ten numbers alone.

The following simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division took Liu, Guan and Zhang half of the night to learn.

After all, Liu Guan and Zhang have read books and have some knowledge reserves. The village heroes really can't read a single Chinese character.

What Liu Guan and Zhang could learn in one night, it is estimated that Xiang Yong could not calculate addition and subtraction in a week.

Lao Tie, the coachman, saw Li Mengxi holding the window open and looking out for a long time. The coachman wanted to ask if he could help if he could help.

Li Mengxi didn't ask. It was hard for the coachman to take the initiative.

Li Mengxi thought about it for a long time, but he had no idea.

Forget it, go discuss it with Guan Yu.

As the saying goes, one person can calculate the long side, and two people can calculate the shortcomings.

Just as I was thinking about it, a riding horse passed by from behind.

Li Mengxi hurriedly stopped the cavalry and asked him to help call General Guan to come over and talk.

The cavalry took the order and left.

Shortly after.

On the road ahead, a big man with a green robe and a long beard and a red face came towards him.

When Guan Yu came, he rode with Li Mengxi and drove with him, chatting as they walked.

Li Mengxi elaborated on the difficulties he encountered.

"General Guan, there are two difficulties in teaching Xiangyong to learn calligraphy.

First, people are busy and have no time to teach each other.

Secondly, our army has more than a thousand people. How can there be a hundred people who are literate?

Guigu arithmetic is easy to learn, you can teach it first. However, I, General Guan, General Zhang San, and Xuande Gong are the only four people who know Guigu arithmetic.

It's not enough for the four of us to educate thousands of people in the countryside."

There are few teachers and too many students. This is the biggest problem at present.

As for material issues such as textbooks, pens and paper, they are considered minor issues.

After listening to Li Mengxi's words, Guan Yu pondered for a moment and made up his mind for Li Mengxi.

Guan Yu raised his head, looked at the sky, and then looked down at Li Mengxi, who was lying on the carriage window with big eyes. "It's hard to stop in the middle of the march. In this way, today, we will set up camp one hour early and set up camp at Mao hour. When we set up camp, Xi'er, you

Let’s teach each other again.

As for our army of more than a thousand people, this matter is easy!"

Guan Yu stroked his long beard with his hand and laughed, "You don't have to teach each one. Isn't it enough to just teach from the top to the top, and then pass it on from the top to the bottom?"

When Li Mengxi heard this, his eyes lit up.

The problem is easily solved.

Guan Yu asked Li Mengxi if he had anything else to do, and Li Mengxi said no.

"Drive!" Guan Yu picked up the reins, said lightly, and drove away.

The problem is finally solved.

Li Mengxi was about to close the window.

"Brother, I want to see it too!" The younger brother crawled over and insisted on climbing out of the window to see the scenery outside.

Then let him go.

Marching was extremely boring.

Li Mengxi could still endure it, but his restless brother was trapped in a small compartment and couldn't go anywhere. He was extremely frustrated.

After that, Li Mengxi thought to himself that his way of thinking about problems was still different from Guan Yu and others.

When thinking about the picture of teaching soldiers to learn calligraphy in the army, Li Mengxi thought of the historical pictures he had seen in history textbooks. They were soldiers wearing gray military uniforms and straw sandals during the march, with four or four folded behind them.

Fang Fang's quilt was tightly tied with ropes, and behind each quilt was a piece of paper with large characters written on it.

Textbook annotation: Soldiers studied on the march.

Because he had such a memory, Li Mengxi came up with the same method, which was to stick a piece of paper on the back of each village hero's luggage.

Everyone's back is equivalent to a blackboard.

In this way, during the boring march, the people behind can look at the words behind the people in front, and learn along the way.

But since there is no paper, there is no room for manipulation.

Li Mengxi’s solution is this.

The teaching clip was completed during the march.

Guan Yu's method was undoubtedly more mature. Guan Yu suggested setting up camp an hour earlier to teach.

Guan Yu said, "We will set up camp at Mao hour today." Li Mengxi looked up at the roof of the carriage and thought.

Mao Shi, Mao Shi is...

(Hey? What time is it?) Li Mengxi's eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know a basic common sense.

hour!

In ancient times, the 24-hour clock was not used, but 12 hours!

Li Mengxi quickly got out of the carriage and asked, "Uncle Tie, what time is it now?"

The coachman Lao Tie looked back at Li Mengxi, stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked up at the sky.

"About... half an hour." Lao Tie looked at the sun in the sky for a while and replied to Li Mengxi.

This answer has some parts and some parts.

Could it be that you can tell the time just by looking at the sun...

Li Mengxi followed Lao Tie's example and looked up.

In the sky, there is a silly big sun hanging. The sun is bright white.

Li Mengxi squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see any difference between this sun and the sun in his previous life.

As for the relationship between the sun and the hour, and how to see it, Li Mengxi was even more confused.

Li Mengxi returned to the carriage with deep thoughts.

He thought to himself that a great military advisor would know astronomy at a high level and geography at a low level.

Fortunately, I don’t know the geographical details of each state and county, so I am half a geographical idiot.

Now, I don’t even know the time.

If one day, I will give an order to the soldiers and order an army to attack the enemy's Zuo stronghold at seven o'clock in the morning.

Order another army to attack the enemy's Youzhai at eight o'clock in the morning.

When the centurions heard this, they looked confused. What are these seven points?

The centurion asked Li Mengxi, "What do you think Li Mengxi said?" Li Mengxi said, "I don't know what time seven o'clock is!"

Okay!

I can't even communicate on the most basic issues.

After belatedly realizing the seriousness of the problem, Li Mengxi was in the car, frowning as he searched his mind for knowledge about ancient times.

But, no, I don’t know.

I never paid attention to these old and outdated things.
Chapter completed!