Leng Xiaobai's mouth is not very useful. Facing the noisy classroom, the children don't listen to his lectures at all. In addition, he has always had doubts about his knowledge level and cannot teach as a teacher.

After thinking about some solutions, it still didn't work. In the end, Yan Xia once again aggrieved Lu Liangcheng and asked him to divide the lectures in the morning and afternoon, turning him who had only had to talk for a long time into an absolute lecturer madman.

In addition to practicing sword in the morning, Leng Xiaobai just reads the books that Yan Xia bought every once in a while. There is no chance to choose. Only when he is about to finish reading, Yan Xia will buy new ones. She is like a very knowledgeable person, very clear about these things, and the books that Leng Xiaobai reads are also purposeful.

There were only ten people who came to the private school on the first day. Leng Xiaobai was lying on a chair in the yard. He didn't know how to teach such profound things. He just listened outside when Lu Liangcheng was teaching. However, Leng Xiaobai had already learned what he said. What he wanted to learn now is that if he finished reading the book in that house, it was not a small number.

Lu Liangcheng couldn't help him, so he taught Leng Xiaobai the most basic reading of reading. He had already started to teach people in private schools. He didn't have any extra time to take care of Leng Xiaobai. Is there any problem?

In half a month, Leng Xiaobai read three books. At his current speed, it was obviously a bit unrealistic to read all the books in a house. At least until the end of his life, there would be no such opportunity.

Although there are only eight children in the private school, they are all from poor families. They are still willing to take this opportunity to study. There are not so many things for the children in the farm, and the farm work in the fields is not very needed. The most important thing is that Yanxia's tuition fees are not very expensive. Of course, she has already dealt with the city lord of Luliang.

In order to keep Leng Xiaobai's private school open, the Lord of Luliang also gave Yan Xia some subsidies, although not much, it was better than nothing.

The eight children went to school with only a dozen copper coins. This was a huge news for those who were ignorant. However, Lu Liangcheng's teaching method was a bit problematic. He did not take those people to read and read over and over again.

Taking Leng Xiaobai as an example, what he wants is a long history. Although they can't afford books now, it doesn't mean they can't afford them in the future. If they are like Leng Xiaobai, wouldn't they lose their jobs?

It’s not that Lu Liangcheng has no confidence in the ink in his belly. He has nothing now. If he still wants to go to Kyoto to get a fame, he can only earn some money here and make more ink in his belly. Time is very important and he also needs it.

"We are studying this article today. The world's lectures are nothing more than the Four Books and Five Classics. First, the Four Books and then the Five Classics. As for the others, we have to wait until you have the opportunity to study it yourself..."

Lu Liangcheng was giving lectures in the wing room. The eight students listened so seriously. They cherished this hour of study every day. Only this hour can make them feel that they really understand some things.

Lu Liangcheng's ink is very pure and has no water. Although his statement is a problem, it is also a special behavior, at least he agrees with it.

Yan Xia came out of the main room, looked at the yard, put the book on her face, probably Leng Xiaobai, who was already asleep. She seemed to have seen this scene somewhere. At that time, she was unwilling to study and had done this, but what was welcomed was her mother's care.

Leng Xiaobai knew that Yan Xia came behind her and took down the book on her face. Looking at Yan Xia who was ecstatic here, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she walked behind her and pulled her to the seat.

"I have worked so hard these days. I don't have you and I don't have the current life anymore. I'll squeeze your shoulders for you and wake up the gods."

In early summer, there is a tree in the yard and a chair under the tree, which makes people feel like they are nurturing. Whether it is that time or now, it is the first time she has felt this way.

She was twenty-seven years old that year, and she had only twenty-seven years in her life. It was a disease that could not be cured. For some reason, she came here and met someone who could make her heart moved. In this life, she might have fallen into his hands.

"Your shoulder-pinning ability is really good. I really want to live like this in the future, that is also a comfortable way to live..."

Yan Xia said that what she didn't say was that she could buy a house with a silver coin, and run a private school and get help from the government. This kind of good thing did not exist before.

Yan Xia knew that many people who traveled through time would not be an ordinary life. How could he be an exception? Although he did not have a special identity, if you talk about it, it would be very special when you go to Yihongyuan.

As for experience, if you can count when you meet Leng Xiaobai, it is her biggest experience that she has traveled over here.

Leng Xiaobai didn't say anything. Even though he wanted to stay here with her, his martial arts dream in his heart was not allowed to sleep here. Although he would sleep anywhere, he would always sleep calmly when he felt comfortable.

"I have never heard of what you told them? Is it because you made it up by yourself and want them to spread it to you?"

Yan Xia also heard the stories of Leng Xiaobai before. Things in the world seem to be clear, but not many people can really understand everything, although the ones left behind are some famous families.

"When I was young, the old beggar told me that all his life experiences were there. I have not yet understood some of the stories. If the old beggar heard too much of this kind of story, it will not be so difficult in his future life. When he met some people, he could avoid unnecessary trouble."

Yan Xia knew who the old beggar was, and that was the one who raised Leng Xiaobai from childhood to adulthood. In the mouth of the old beggar, he was always a little beggar, not the name he gave him, Leng Xiaobai.

Although Leng Xiaobai's name is always an old beggar, his respect for him has never changed. This person who is equivalent to his father is his only relative in this world, just like Yan Xia's mother.

"I really didn't expect Grandpa Bai is still a person with rich experience. If you have the chance, you should tell me his story. Maybe we can go to that small town in the north."

Yan Xia’s proposal was very bold. Someone had returned from the North since a long time ago. They either left their hometown or wanted to return to their roots after a long time.

"Don't say this again in the future."

Many people come back from the North, and few people come back from Jiuzhou, unless that person is a spy sent from the North China, there is no exception to this matter.
Chapter completed!