Amang is eleven years old this year and is a child from an ordinary citizen in Mengzhai.

I have never read a book and can't speak anything elegantly. I just like the children around me. When I get older, I start to help my family work.

Logically, the power change in Mengzhai in recent months has nothing to do with him.

Because for ordinary people, no matter who is the leader, they have to pay the tax and do the work they should do, and there is almost no difference.

The old man was killed, the rebels took office, and the people at the bottom still lived.

Afterwards, the little head man led his troops back, the rebels were killed, and the Mengzhai was blood flowing, which had no great impact on the people.

But not long after, Amang and the others discovered that the little head man had just taken back the village and did a major event that affected the people of the entire village-

The little head man built a private school, which is a place for people to read and read.

The little head also ordered that people aged six to twelve in the village would go to private schools to study.

This makes many people feel a little unhappy because children of this age can basically help their families with work.

Especially boys in their teenage years old, they are half an adult, and they eat more and do more.

If they were asked to go to study something, who would do the work at home?

However, the Little Head gave the order, and after a major cleaning, the smell of blood in the village had not yet subsided, and the people's awe for the Little Head had reached its peak.

Alas, this little man looks young, but he is very powerful and ruthless. If anyone dares to go against him, he must be prepared to be hung up and shine blood!

There was awe in my heart. No matter how unwilling the people, they would send their children at home according to the request of the little head.

Fortunately, the unpretentious female gentleman in the private school was very kind and acted very generously. She said that all children who came to study could enjoy breakfast and lunch for free in the private school.

Free reading and meals?

The people were immediately happy.

After the children came back from the private school, their families chased them and asked, "The private school really does manage meals? Two more meals? How are they eating?"

It shouldn't be worse than the family, it's still a private school built by a small leader.

The family muttered in their hearts, but they heard their children say, "It's really a matter of food! I'm going to go in the morning, and I'll read in the morning first. After reading in the morning, I'll eat it. Breakfast and lunch are all eaten dry, and there are meat and fish in the dishes..."

The children's faces were filled with happy smiles.

Mengzhai is in the mountains and relies on the mountains to eat the mountains. The mountain people usually eat wild game.

But more often, those wild game has to be exchanged for money at the foot of the mountain, and their family rarely get a bite.

There is also food. Generally, only the pillars of the house can eat a bowl of dry rice. Children, women and the elderly can drink dilute drinks and barely get enough water.

Many children, who are in their teens, have never eaten such a full meal at home, but have become full of belly in private schools.

When the family heard the child's words, they first refused to believe it, and then they were excited.

If you can't work for your family, don't do it. For nothing else, just to allow your children to have a few free meals, they also want their children to attend this private school.

However, the subsequent facts told the mountain people that children can not only have free meals in private schools, but also learn knowledge that will benefit lifelong.

Amang is an example.

His mother saved up eggs for half a month and it was time to sell them, but her father happened to have a few more wild game pieces and wanted to get them to the foot of the mountain to exchange for money.

There is salt in the village, but there are still some daily necessities, so it is cheaper to buy them at the foot of the mountain than to get them yourself.

"Dad, let me go with you!"

When Amang saw that his father had packed his backpack, he said excitedly.

"What are you doing? Finally, you don't go to school today, so you can do some work at home and let your mother take a break!" My father disagreed a little.

Amang said, "Dad, you don't know much about elegant language. When you go to the foot of the mountain, it's hard to talk to people. But I studied with my husband for a few days, and it's still okay to have a simple conversation."

When my father heard this, his face calmed down a little.

Not to mention, their mountain people are not good at speaking with the Han people at the foot of the mountain, and they often make misunderstandings.

It’s okay to say something misunderstood, but the key is that their mountain people always suffer losses.

My son has been to school for a few days, and when he comes back from school, he can hear him read some nice articles in a nice tone... Well, nothing else can work, so it should be OK to communicate with the people at the foot of the mountain!

My father was convinced and took Amang down the mountain together.

"Eggs cost four cents each, you have 17 of them, four seventeen, four seven two ones, one four, four, and a total of sixty-one cents."

"The pheasant is too firewood, and she still has hair. I will calculate you nine cents per pound, a total of thirty-four pounds, four nine three two, three nine two four, a total of 276 chunks..."

The young man with a simple face, but his mouth was very straightforward and he said a lot of serious things.

What are four seven two ones, what are four nine three twos, and what are four nine threes, and it sounds more like a good spell to my father.

In order to show the authority of his words, the young man also pulled a small abacus in his hand, and his five fingers flew up and down, only plucking the abacus beads.

My father was dazzled and his mind was even more confused.

Whether it is a "spell" or abacus, he doesn't understand it. He just thinks that he has a nose and eyes, and it looks real.

He asked in a rude official language, "How much does chickens and pheasants cost in total?"

"Total--" The guy fiddled with the abacus again and was about to report the total number, but was interrupted by Amang who couldn't listen.

"You wait!"

Amang was so angry that his eyes turned red. He stared at the guy like a calf and asked blankly, "You said four seven two one? four nine three two? three nine two four?"

His official words are better than what my father said. Not only are they not tough or strange, but they are very authentic.

In the border area, the young man was a little surprised when he heard such honest words.

You know, the young man in front of him has more authentic words than the one he learned from the shopkeeper.

“…Yes, yes!”

The young man was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said confidently: "It's four seven two one, four nine three two, three nine two four!"

Amang was so angry that he shouted at the top of his voice, "Come on, everyone, come and see, there is a powerful figure here who is better than the saints and sages. The sages clearly said in the book '4728, 4936, 3927', but this guy forced him to have a '4721, 4932, 3924'!"

Amang is a child in the mountains and has a loud voice. His shouting really attracted everyone on the shops and pedestrians on the road.
Chapter completed!