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"stand up!"

"Hi sir!"

"Hello students!"

This set was all brought over by Zhao Han, no one objected, respecting the teacher.

Huang Zongxi sat down upright, took out his textbook and said: "Today, I will learn eight sentences from "The Analects of Confucius". The boy opened the textbook."

Huang Zongxi is also from the Hanlin Academy and has been in charge of compiling books. After Huangcheng Elementary School started, he came to work as a Chinese teacher, teaching in the morning and returning to work in the Imperial Academy in the afternoon. Anyway, no one urged him, and those sets of books could be compiled for another twenty years.

For elementary school courses, there are only excerpts from the Four Books. Unlike before, the entire set of Four Books has to be read.

Many famous articles were also selected, including poetry and prose, especially Tang Dynasty poetry.

Huang Zongxi asked: "Who will recite it?"

"I!"

More than half of the students in the class quickly raised their little hands.

The learning atmosphere is very good, and ministers are looking forward to their children to stand out. Therefore, most of those who sent to the school to enroll chose smart and studious children from home.

A slob like Zhang Fang is simply because the eldest son is over the age, and the youngest son is too young, so he can only bite the bullet and choose a bastard, and come to Huangcheng Primary School for a year to get acquainted.

"He Qianji, come and read aloud." Huang Zongxi picked his favorite student.

He Qianji stood up with the book, shook his head and began to read: "Zi said, learning and practicing it from time to time, isn't it easy to say? It's a joy to have friends coming from afar..."

"Very well, sit down." Huang Zongxi smiled and nodded.

In fact, Huang Zongxi was a little helpless. He really didn't want to waste time talking about such a basic thing.

It is conceivable that a well-known university professor goes to teach the first grade of elementary school.

Moreover, more than 60% of the students have already learned it at home, and the students sound boring.

But this is a textbook formulated by the Ministry of Rites, and it has to be taught. If the lectures are not finished next to each other, the students will have different knowledge at home. This student will learn less, and that student will learn less, and the overall situation will become very bad.

Especially Pinyin, which has only been around for a few years, and most students have never been exposed to it at home.

The first class in school is to learn pinyin, and you must gradually master the method of looking up the dictionary.

After an explanation, Huang Zongxi asked, "Who else didn't understand?"

No one spoke.

Huang Zongxi added: "Read what you just said ten times as a group."

So the children began to read aloud, shaking their heads. A small number of people are not in the mood to study, holding up the textbooks and rolling their eyes, and their minds have already flown to after class.

To be honest, elementary school textbooks are terribly compiled, and at the end of the first semester, I have been exposed to excerpts from "The Analects of Confucius".

The children of the rich and powerful can naturally keep up with the progress, but the children of the poor have to start from not knowing a word, and "learn and practice it" in half a year.

This kind of enlightenment education follows the consistent practice of ancient times.

The "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic", and "Little Four Books" specially used for enlightenment are also excerpted and included in many elementary school textbooks.

After reading ten times aloud, Huang Zongxi said again: "Take out the pen and paper, and practice new characters by yourself. If anyone doesn't understand, come up and ask yourself, or pretend to know if you don't know. These eight Analects of Confucius must be taken at the end of the semester. If it’s broken, I’ll definitely be punished by my parents when I go home.”

As soon as this remark came out, the children who didn't like to study finally became alert, and soon a few asked the teacher.

The rest of the students are all practicing calligraphy, not only practicing new characters, but also practicing calligraphy.

This Chinese class lasted for a full hour, and it was finally time for get out of class to end.

The playful children ran out of the classroom cheering and playing the game of officials and thieves together. The girls also took out shuttlecocks or small balls and kicked them together.

Zhang Tingxun, who was in the next class, rushed to the door of the classroom and shouted to Zhao Kuanghuan, "Come out and have a snowball fight!"

"Come on, come on!" Zhao Kuanghuan cheered up.

It snowed heavily last night, and the snow was swept to the wall, and it was piled east and west, which happened to be a snowball fight for the boys.

Fei Ruhe's daughter, Fei Shuyi, and Li Banghua's granddaughter, Li Shanxiang, all went to make snowmen with the girls. Fei Chun's son, Fei Liangyan, is a dull gourd who doesn't like to talk. Xu Yingzhang, Xu Ying's son, is weak in writing and looks like a bookworm.

Zhao Kuanghuan's identity is there, and there is always a gap between him and his classmates.

Thus, Zhang Tingxun, the son of Zhang Tieniu, became the king of children in Huangcheng Primary School. The little guy raised his arms and shouted, more than 30 boys signed up, divided into two groups and started fighting in the snow.

Zhao Kuanghuan squatted behind the snowdrift, stood up abruptly, and threw a snowball, which hit Xiao Huan's son on the forehead.

"Hit!" Zhao Kuanghuan shouted excitedly.

"Boom!"

A snowball flew over and hit Zhao Kuanghuan in the chest.

After more than half a semester of familiarization, although there are still many children, they are worried about Zhao Kuanghuan's status as the prince. But there are always some courageous ones who dare to show no mercy to the prince when playing games.

"ah!"

It wasn't that Zhao Kuanghuan couldn't cry out in pain, but that the nearby guards were frightened.

This guard is in charge of protecting the prince, but he will basically not take any action. Only when the prince is playing dangerous games or encounters other dangers, will he rush out to stop him.

"How dare!"

Zhao Kuanghuan identified the assailant, and immediately bent down to make a snowball, and fought back with all his strength.

Between the snowdrifts, snowballs flew all over the sky, and there were roars or laughter from time to time.

"Dang Dang Dang Dang!"

When the class bell rang, the children were still unsatisfied, and made appointments to continue playing next time.

Next is math class. I have finished elementary addition and subtraction, and I am learning two-digit addition, subtraction, and multiplication.

It was very easy for Zhao Kuanghuan to learn, because he learned a lot of content from his mother in the course of the first semester. His academic performance was able to rank in the top ten of the grade, and he was not hit because of his grades.

Of course, getting into middle school is hard to say.

By that time, the classmates were all child prodigies from various provinces, and only a few children of the rich and powerful could stay.

It was the end of get out of class again, Zhao Kuanghuan hurried to play snowball fights, but Fei Shuyi called to stop him as soon as he arrived.

"Cousin, come quickly and build a snowman!" Fei Shuyi smiled and waved.

Zhao Kuanghuan looked disgusted. He felt that making snowmen was something girls did, and he had no manliness at all.

Just as he was about to refuse, he suddenly realized that his sweetheart was there, and Zhao Kuanghuan suddenly laughed: "I'm really good at making snowmen!"

Zhao Kuanghuan decided to make the snowman tall and big. He buried his head and worked hard. He had just piled up the snowman's body when he turned around and looked ugly. But beside the sweetheart, there is an extra boy.

That boy is Lu Yicheng, the fourth son of Lu Xiangsheng, who is studying in the next class, and the desk is next to his sweetheart. Moreover, his academic performance is also good, he can chat well with his sweetheart, and often sees them playing together, Zhao Kuanghuan has long been very unhappy with him.

"The snowman you built is so ugly, giggling!" the sweetheart laughed while scolding.

The more Zhao Kuanghuan listened, the more irritable he became. He kicked his snowman over and said to his cousin, "I won't play anymore. It's not very interesting."

Zhang Fang came over suddenly and said in a low voice, "Kuang Huan, I will avenge you!"

"Revenge for what?" Zhao Kuanghuan didn't understand.

Zhang Fang said: "That white-faced boy Lu Yicheng spends all day with Qiao Wuhua, and he doesn't know the difference between men and women."

Qiao Wuhua is the name of my sweetheart.

Zhao Kuanghuan's cheeks blushed, his roommate actually found out about his secret love.

The crown prince's thoughts are very interesting. It's not because of low self-esteem that he keeps secret love. On the contrary, because of his arrogance, he disdains to take the initiative to pursue the opposite sex. I want to gain the attention of my sweetheart through my good academic performance and amazing skills in calligraphy and painting, and then make the other person admire him so much, and even take the initiative to talk to me, then I can accept this relationship.

Four words, narcissism, stinky fart!

"Look at my Shenwei General Cannon!" Zhang Fang rolled out a big snowball, aimed at Lu Yicheng's head and smashed it.

This guy's academic performance is not good, but the accuracy of throwing things is good, and the precise guidance hit Lu Yicheng on the back of the head.

Lu Yicheng was caught in a sudden disaster, turned his head and asked, "Who threw it?"

Zhang Fang smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry!"

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Lu Yicheng said depressedly: "Be careful."

"Good."

Zhang Fang bent down and continued to rub the snowball, threw it with all his strength, and hit it again accurately.

Lu Yicheng is not a fool, once was an accident, and twice was intentional. He walked up to Zhang Fang and asked, "Do I have a grudge against you?"

Zhang Fang had an innocent expression on his face: "No."

Lu Yicheng questioned, "Why did you throw me a snowball?"

Zhang Fang explained patiently: "Student, I really didn't do it on purpose."

Lu Yicheng's face was ugly: "Didn't it be intentional, you hit me on the head twice in a row?"

"What a coincidence." Zhang Fang laughed.

It's okay if you don't laugh, but you don't deserve a beating if you laugh, it's obviously provocative. They were all children, so Lu Yicheng couldn't bear it, so he pushed Zhang Fang angrily.

Zhang Fang fell down and yelled, "Students from Class 2, beat our students from Class 1!"

Zhang Fang is usually very popular, and immediately attracted his classmates to gather together, and a group of people gathered around Lu Yicheng to ask for an explanation.

Lu Yicheng couldn't argue with his words, his face flushed with anger.

Zhang Tingxun was in the same class as Lu Yicheng, and wanted to stand up for Lu Yicheng, but seeing that it was Zhao Kuanghuan's roommate who caused the dispute, he could only ask: "What's going on?"

Lu Yicheng said: "He threw snowballs at me twice in a row."

Zhang Fang said, "What a coincidence."

"Nonsense!" Lu Yicheng was furious.

Zhao Kuanghuan didn't know what to do. On the one hand, he felt that Zhang Fang's behavior was very unethical, and on the other hand, he felt that Zhang Fang's actions were very relieving.

Faced with Zhang Fang's playful smile and the denunciations of other students, Lu Yicheng couldn't help but pushed Zhang Fang down who had stood up. This time it was really pushed down, and it took a lot of strength.

This action became the trigger. First, Zhang Fang got up and scuffled with Lu Yicheng, and then the students from Class 2 and Class 1 fought in groups.

They are all the children of the rich and powerful, who is afraid of whom?

Of course, no one dared to beat the prince.

Since no one beat the prince, the guards in charge of protecting the safety only stood up a little closer, trying to remind the prince to keep a distance to avoid being hurt.

But our prince got excited, it's really interesting to fight in groups.

When practicing battle formations and fighting each other, the students put in all their strength, and His Royal Highness was invincible all over the elementary school.

Now it's finally getting real, His Royal Highness is eager to try - this has nothing to do with jealousy, it's purely His Royal Highness wanting to fight.

Suddenly someone was pushed back and bumped into Zhao Kuanghuan's chest.

Zhao Kuanghuan found an opportunity to attack and punched it. The man was punched, but he didn't see who it was, so he used the Pegasus Meteor King Eight Fist, swinging both fists wildly at the prince.

The prince, who was superb in martial arts, was blinded by a bastard punch, and the corners of his eyes were bruised from the fists.

"Stop, stop quickly, the prince is injured!"

The guards were frightened out of their wits, and finally took action to stop the students from fighting.