Chapter 35

No matter what era it is, children's education is a huge cost. Even scholars like the Liu family can't guarantee that every family member is a rich local tyrant. Some of the declining Liu family members can live a decent life.

For families with ordinary income, the more children they have, the poorer they are naturally.

Although they look good on the surface, in fact, the quality of life is very worrying. The family can't even eat. How can they bear the cost of their children's education? Therefore, the emergence of ethnology has greatly alleviated the educational burden of many people on their children.

Shuxiu who hires teachers is funded by the family. Many people just send their children to the family school. There are two free meals a day. The children can pack and take away if they can't finish eating. They also send an example every month, such as clean pen and ink and bamboo slips.

In ancient times, the cost of going to school was very high. The poor could not afford to go to school. Naturally, the opportunity to stand out was far lower than that of the gentry.

The gentry occupy most of the resources. They are willing to invest these resources in the disciples of the clan, cultivate them to read and practice calligraphy, and have a sense of belonging to the family. When they grow up and stand out, the resources obtained will be invested in the education of the next generation again

The birth and continuation of a gentry are inseparable from this virtuous growth cycle.

Jiang Pengji held the letter. Because of Liu Lanting's memory, it was not very difficult to read and recognize, but writing was a problem.

"Not only clothes but also writing tools are so anti human!"

Jiang Pengji tried to hold her pen like a great enemy, but the soft tip of the pen didn't listen to her at all. Her writing was like a strange piece of excrement. She tried several times but couldn't. She threw the pen out and destroyed the disgraceful evidence.

However, it is rare to see Jiang Pengji make a fool of herself. The barrage of 23333 almost covered her eyes.

[beautiful girl warrior ah yuan]: good and evil will be rewarded, and the way of heaven is good and reincarnated. If you don't believe it, look up and see who # picks his nose

[magic girl ah Feng]: woman, please, I can teach you # faces

[anchor v]: no!

Jiang Pengji murmured, "I shouldn't promise to go to any damn ethnology..."

Outside, the maid who heard the movement quietly put her head into the snow and asked, "what's the matter with you, Mr. two?"

"It's all right, I accidentally dropped the pen..." her lips almost closed in a straight line. Seeing the pen lying on the ground was like watching her great hatred of life and death. In the full screen of schadenfreude, she sighed and squatted down to pick up the pen.

The rejected audience seemed not to see Jiang Pengji's rejection and did not know where to copy and paste the basic essentials of a large section of brush words.

Jiang Pengji's eyebrow is like a dead knot. Her right hand follows Liu Lanting's pen in memory, and then combined with the basic essentials of copied and pasted brush words on the bullet screen, she draws gourds and trembles with her pen, trying to get close to Liu Lanting's handwriting.

Liu Lanting's memory is an auxiliary material for her. Without deliberate search, it will not affect her memory and emotion at all.

However, there is also a disadvantage, that is, when there is no deliberate hint, Jiang Pengji's habits, words and deeds are basically her own, which is far from Liu Lanting. Even if she deliberately imitates, it is still easy to reveal flaws for people close to her.

There is not much else in the study, but there are countless bamboo papers. You don't have to be too distressed to practice calligraphy. A month's worth of bamboo and paper was five knives. Liu Lanting barely used up half a knife. The rest were saved, and several boxes were saved one after another.

At first, I was not used to writing with a brush, because the tip of the brush was too soft. If I was not careful, the words would become extremely ugly.

But after trying several times, she gradually found out how she felt.

Give play to their subtle control over arm strength, and slowly find out their own experience. After practicing a few pieces of paper, they wrote five points similar to Liu Lanting's handwriting. Yes, she practiced according to the words in Liu Lanting's memory. Of course, it's similar.

Witnessing the whole process of the anchor's word from "lying down" to "standing", the live audience felt incredible.

Learning ability is so strong, when what anchor? There are even some audience who have learned calligraphy, who make complaints about how difficult they have been before. Sometimes they can't move their arms and arms when they practice.

Although we have found some ways, the habit of writing can not be changed in such a short time.

Looking at the weather outside, Jiang Pengji took a pile of bamboo slips and put them on the table. Then she took out the cut bamboo paper and began to copy.

[beautiful girl warrior a yuan]: illiterate means... What's the word?

[cutting through thorns]: I can barely recognize that the anchor should be copying the Analects of Confucius. I remember that books in ancient times were super expensive. The home where the anchor crossed could have a collection of Analects of Confucius. It seems that his family is very rich and his social status is relatively high

When Jiang Pengji was copying this, she suddenly replied.

[anchor v]: Yes, the situation of the Liu family is pretty good. If it's a civilian, I'm probably broadcasting live with you in the bandit stronghold, or shuttling through the mountains and forests to teach you how to survive in the wild.

[Jianluo town mountain and river]: 2333 remote mountains and old forests live broadcast survival in the wild. I can understand, but what's the ghost of tearing bandits?

[anchor v]: this stupid ancient times was very chaotic. Hejian county has been in order, but there are still many bandits nearby who rob passers-by for a living. A single woman is fat meat for them.

Therefore, if the bandits hit them by themselves, Jiang Pengji could not let them live, because they could not let her live.

Just like the experience of the bandit stronghold before, those bandits can't let go of so many beautiful women. In their eyes, those are just tools for venting and lust, not people. What's the use of telling them about morality, benevolence and righteousness? What's the use of pleading?

Only your own brain and hands can come in handy.

[anchor v]: either they are humiliated by dozens of men in the bandit stronghold and become a tool for them to vent their desires. Fortunately, if they are pregnant, they may live two more days and their children will become future bandits... Or they can only raise their knives and let them die!

Speaking of this, Jiang Pengji gave a slight meal with her pen, fell down again, continued, and her face eased a little.

[anchor v]: I know you can't accept many things, but you are spectators, but I am the one who participates in it.

They are just people watching the play. If they don't want to watch it, they jump the channel and leave. They just move their fingers.

But Jiang Pengji's life depends on her own, not on these spectators.

After copying the contents of the bamboo slips one by one, Jiang Pengji plans to further review Liu Lanting's other skills.

At this time, the silent system suddenly makes a sound.

"Host, can't you do it quickly?"