The first ray of dawn lit up in the morning, the birds yelled at the head, the flowers smiled at people, and the children of the Bai family carried small schoolbags to school. They really had schoolbags, and they were straps on their shoulders. When they received the pattern of Bai Dong on silk cloth, the clan-centered women gathered immediately and worked hard all night to make more than a dozen brand new "schoolbags". Our Ping Anlang is just thinking. You see, the book bags he came up with are different. Everyone has seen the scholar named Chu Tong. Just look at his book bag. You will know that compared with the "schoolbags" that Ping Anlang came up with, it is garbage and has to be thrown away!

The men were not idle either. The land was only 1,000 acres. After barely being distributed to ten families, the remaining dozen men were idle. Everyone was not in a hurry. Ping Anlang had already made arrangements to build many houses on the open space outside the village, all of which were built with the most expensive blue bricks (which were already available at this time). Not to mention the large amount of the room, it was especially high enough. Apart from the city wall of Liyang, I have never seen a taller building than this.

When I walked in, I saw thick and long giant wooden columns. The windows on the walls were twice as big as those commonly found. They were still narrow and long. The leaves of the carpenters were fresh. They were not the common one-sided fixed-outward shape, but two opposite ones, with grooves pressing against each other. There were wooden windows below, with holes on top. After being pinned with a round stick, they would be tightly tied together. These are not strange. What makes everyone wonder is that the windows divided into two are not common outer tile-shaped wooden strips, or several horizontal wooden strips form an empty frame, so that they cannot shelter from wind and rain? What exactly is Ping Anlang used to create such a tall house and a strange window?

Even the smart Bai Chi couldn't understand such a deep problem. He was busy these days. He arranged the house construction matters and contacted all kinds of craftsmen. The owner seemed to have endless patterns in his hands. Even those craftsmen couldn't understand what they were for, so he could only copy them according to the gourd.

There is nothing in the tall house arranged in a straight line. The empty ones are more suitable for raising ghosts. It is chilly when the day is in the morning, and the tribesmen are unwilling to stay too long. However, Bai Chi quickly got a strange pottery, the size of a water tank, but the shape is flat and round, with hollow inner belly and large underneath, like the base of the fire stove, with burnt septa on it, densely distributed with small eyes as big as fingers. There is a septa above, and the holes are smaller, only the size of rice grains. On the two layers of septa are closed, and there is an object that seems to be a flue, which can connect the brick-built smoke path in the house and extend out from the roof.

There are also many top-quality pine wood shipped with this kind of pottery. Just pick up one of them and they are all top-quality old pine wood. If peeled and thrown into the room, it will be fragrant for a summer and it will also be able to repel mosquitoes. What is Ping Anlang going to do? He said that he went to Liyang and got back with a few carts, but he couldn't afford such a defeat. He had eaten no matter how much he was. Who would put this kind of thing in his house? Let Mr. Bai Long know that he would point at his nose and curse!

Bai Chi had a bitter face, suppressed the pain like a heart-wrenching pain, and began to distribute the top pine wood to the tribe's people, and sighed: "Burn, just put it in these pottery. Remember, don't send too much wood at once. The one in front is burned out and there is no fire head. Only then can I put the new wood. After burning it three times, stop, take off the lid of the firearm, scrape the wooden ash, and put it into the wooden basin. The doctor said that this thing is of great use..."

The aunts in the clan came with wooden basins of all sizes, and the basins were covered with a layer of yarn, probably to be used to cover the dust. The experienced tribe seemed to have thought of something: "Is Ping Anlang trying to make ink? There are ready-made ink blocks for sale in Liyang, and the butler bought a lot of them? These pine woods are all top-quality, and they are much more valuable than 'Cheng Mo'..."

"We mortals cannot guess what our master thinks." Looking at the direction of the Bai Family Ancestral Hall, Bai Chi stamped his feet and beat his chest. He really felt distressed.

The hope of the Bai family ~ the project started from the ancestral temple. According to regulations, Bai Dong, a seventh-class duke, is already considered a high-ranking nobleman, and the ancestral temple should have three entry points; the first entry is a high platform for worshiping the world, which can be used as a stage in later dynasties. Now that there is no opera culture, it is just a platform for heaven and earth; the second entry is an inner temple, which requires the tablets of the ancestors of the Five Dynasties. After worshiping the world, you can come here to worship the ancestors; the third entry is a backward temple, which has to go around the two sides of the inner temple to reach it. It is a place for descendants to study literature for the family. This is to hope that the family will be prosperous and prosperous, and to follow the superiors.

Judging from the architectural arrangement of the ancestral hall, it means that people in this era have attached great importance to education. Of course, this refers to aristocratic families qualified to establish clans. Even if the ordinary family is not qualified to establish a temple, they will not even be qualified to establish a temple. If they pass the slightest, they will be arrested by the officials. If they do not cut off their heads, they will be sent to serve labor.

Fifteen or sixteen children sat down nervously and excitedly, using desks and chairs that only descendants could see.

These days, even the barbarians of Rongdi and Di particularly admired Zhou rituals. For example, Yiqurong, who had been fighting with the Qin Kingdom for hundreds of years, was obviously a nomadic people, but he also learned from the Chinese people who built cities and established states and sat on the ground. Therefore, the real Hu chair has not yet appeared. The serious consequence of sitting on the ground for a long time is that many people have a tendency to develop towards robin legs.

Bai Dong was too lazy to care about it. His mother seemed to be gifted and her legs were still slender. However, Cao'er was still in the stage of growing up and had to correct this kind of sitting posture. She had put on several sets of high tables and chairs before. As a result, the carpenters were very excited and thought that this was the first time, but they encountered opposition from his mother and Bai Longye. They believed that raising their butts and swaying their legs was a very unethical expression. The Bai family is now a nobleman!

The power of habit is indeed difficult to change... Bai Dong can only save the country after thinking about it, and uses the convenience of modern desks to make Bai Longye give in. Children are the easiest to accept new things, and they will not object.

“Start class.”

Bai Dong walked onto the stage with a smile, and the children immediately took out hollow bamboo slips, ink and water bowls and extremely simple wooden pens from their schoolbags. They could not even look at the wooden pens before Meng Tian made them, so they could make do with it first. A good bamboo tube pen needs suitable bamboo, which is difficult to find for a while.

"The first day of class starts, and you can't use these things, just put them away."

Bai Dong smiled and shook his head, and glanced at the children. The age gap was really big. There were dolls of six or seven years old, including thirteen or four-year-old boys like Cao'er and Sang Wazi. There were also tribe members who wanted to send their children to school for three or four years old, but they were all persuaded to leave. The ancients were six years old and the children's duty before the age of six was to play. There was only one golden childhood. Is it easy for children? These adults who hoped that their children would become successful are committing crimes!

"In the future, we will say hello to each other. You are all classmates. I will call you all, do you understand?"

"No, brother, hello!"

"Hello grandpa!"

"Hello uncle!"

"Heianro..."

Before Bai Dong finished speaking, the class started to get messy, and all the names were called. Just count Cao'er and Sang Wazi the loudest, both brother and Ping'anlang, which was simply messy. The classroom had to be disciplined! Bai Dong stopped the children and began to induce them: "In the future, when you enter the class, you must call me a husband or a teacher. You are all classmates, and you are not allowed to call people by seniority in class. Let me hear the grandpa, aunt, and brother screaming, and hit the palm of your palm ten times! Cao'er..."

Cao'er suddenly shuddered, and his little face turned pale: "Brother...No, sir, I won't dare to do it anymore. Can I not fight this time?"

"Who said you were going to hit you? From now on, you will be the squad leader. You will help the teacher manage everyone. When you see the teacher come in, you will be responsible for shouting "Stand up" and leading everyone to say "Hello, sir, do you understand?"

"stand up!"

"Hello sir..."

OK, they are all smart kids, they learn so quickly.

Ps: Thanks to the 'monkey's helper''s people from the three mountains and rivers'''poison you ten thousand times'''s brothers''s generous injury:)
Chapter completed!