Then, he wrote several three-character poems in dictated by the girls in the private school, and Wang Qingyang was even more shocked. He should know that the private school run by Dali was able to make so many girls in the village know so many words in less than a month.

Although many children write big and small characters on the sand table, which doesn’t seem to be standardized, what can they expect from private schools that are less than a month ago? When they first entered the private school, these children might not have written well.

Niu Dali could naturally see the surprise in Wang Qingyang's eyes, so he suggested staying to listen to Leng Qiuniang's lecture.

Wang Qingyang was curious about how the private school taught it. When he heard Niu Dali's words, he just wanted to do so, so he didn't refuse.

This is not the first time Leng Qiuniang has given a lecture in front of others, so she is quite calm. When the girl in the private school saw Wang Qingyang staying, she listened to the lecture more and more seriously.

Afterwards, Niu Dali and Wang Qingyang sat behind, watching Leng Qiuniang give a lecture, and she felt like she was taking an open class.

After a stick of incense, Wang Qingyang finally figured out the teaching methods of private schools. Although no children in the private schools had an enlightenment book, Leng Qiuniang wrote the poems she was going to teach on the so-called blackboard, allowing the children to read on the blackboard. After reading them a few times, they asked the children to write and read on the sand table.

"That chalk is a good thing!"

Wang Qingyang still has eyesight and can see the benefits of chalk at first glance. This kind of chalk that can be written and erased is most suitable for enlightenment children.

"It's good, it's a bit troublesome!"

Niu Dali didn't cover up and said the chalk making materials.

Wang Qingyang really didn't expect Niu Dali to tell him how to make chalk without thinking about it. He was a little moved. Dali really didn't treat him as an outsider.

However, when he heard that chalk was made of gypsum, he shook his head and sighed in his heart. Gypsum is a type of medicine. It is cheap and cheap, but it is neither cheap nor cheap.

What's more, if you can afford to buy chalk made from gypsum, you will not be able to buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones. If you can't afford it, you still can't afford it.

In the end, Wang Qingyang didn't say anything anymore.

Although the private schools run by Dali are not as unbearable as those scholars say, in his opinion, they are only suitable for teaching children to enlighten them. If you want to make further progress, it is probably impossible.

But even so, it is pretty good. Women don’t have to take the imperial examination like men. They can read some words, understand the principles of their predecessors, assist their husbands and raise their children.

Niu Dali didn't know what Wang Qingyang was thinking. At this moment, his eyes were often paying attention to the two daughters at home.

Da Ya is now equivalent to Leng Qiuniang's little assistant in a private school. At this time, she is sitting in the front row on the right. Usually, when Leng Qiuniang is tired of giving, she will ask Da Ya to go on stage to give a lecture.

Erya sat in the front row in the middle, her little head raised high, her expression focused, and she looked like she was listening carefully. Those who didn't know would think that this was a little girl who listened carefully in class.

Niu Dali was a little amused and laughed. This little trickster pretended to be quite good.

Although the two sisters Xia Xue and Lin Damei went to the private school late, they cherished this opportunity very much. They usually ask Da Ya and Er Ya after class. Da Ya and Er Ya also teach them very seriously, so they can still keep up with the learning progress of the private school.

At this time, the village was discussing and speculating whether Wang Qingyang came to look for Niu Dali because of a private school. After all, Wang Qingyang is one of the few scholars in the village.

"I just saw our village chief looking for Niu Dali. I was very angry when I looked. I might be for Niu Dali's private school!"

"Who said no, I have never heard of a private school writing on the wall or on the sand pile!"

"No, I heard from Wang Er's wife that her daughter-in-law Xiao Cui is doing a good job in a private school. I heard that she is teaching her younger brother at home!"

"Tsk, do you believe this? You don't even see who Wang Er's family works for. If they don't help Niu Dali, that's a hell!"

"We just need to know it, don't say it out."

For a moment, some villagers who liked to make trouble were staring at Niu Dali, waiting for news from Wang Qingyang. When they saw Wang Qingyang coming out of Niu Dali's house, they immediately surrounded him and asked questions.

Wang Qingyang was confused when asked, but he still heard some meaning from the villagers' words.

The village has some misunderstandings about the women's private school run by Dali, and many people even think it is a disaster for the children, but after just listening to the lecture in the private school, he doesn't think so.

"I have seen Dali's private school. It's quite innovative. It's still okay to teach the girls in the village to enlighten them!"

Wang Qingyang did not hide it, and told the villagers what he wrote in the private school.

Many villagers were stunned.

True or fake?

I have known dozens of words after I went to a private school less than a month ago?

Several scholars who had previously reported to Wang Qingyang were a little disbelief after hearing this.

Why is this different from what I imagined?

In their opinion, Wang Qingyang should have aggravated Niu Dali for being insulted and then locked Niu Dali in a private school. But what they never expected was that Wang Qingyang not only did not do this, but also praised the private school very much.

The discussion outside was so happy, but Wang Qingyang had already returned home.

Wu was also a little curious about the private school run by Niu Dali, so he asked about it, "How is it? The private school run by Dali is really as bad as the villagers said?"

Wang Qingyang waved his hand, "Nothing is wrong. I think the private school run by Dali is quite interesting. You don't have to buy enlightenment books or pens, ink, paper and inkstones to teach children to read and read well."

Wu was surprised, "So good?"

Wang Qingyang nodded and told Wu what he saw and heard in the private school. Wu knew that studying was difficult, and even men were so difficult to study, let alone women.

Wu said with great interest: "You said so well, I want to go over and take a look."

Wang Qingyang smiled and said, "I can go and see if I have time, but I think Dali's private school is really good. I plan to let Xiaofang go to Dali's private school to enlighten me!"

Wu hesitated, "Will Xiaofang be too young? Besides, we can teach enlightenment!"

Wang Qingyang shook his head, "It's different."

Wu was confused, "What's the difference?"

"How to say it, there are many children in private schools. Xiaofang can read and read with many girls he knows in the village, so she won't make Xiaofang feel bored."

Wang Qingyang knew that his little granddaughter was very naughty and taught him to read and read. She was always absent-minded and had no intention of studying. If she sent this naughty little granddaughter to Dali's private school, there might be unexpected results.

After hearing what he said, Wu thought for a while, "Then you have to ask Xiaofang what she means. If she wants, let her go!"

The next day, Wang Qingyang and Wu led a five or six-year-old girl to Niu Dali's house. Then, the news that Wang Qingyang sent his favorite granddaughter to a private school spread throughout Xinghua Village like a gust of wind.

"What's going on? Isn't that the private school run by Niu Dali is not good? Why did the village chief even send Xiaofang to the private school?"

"You don't know yet. Yesterday, the village chief went to Dali's private school and said that Dali's private school is fine. I heard that the children in it know dozens of words!"

"So much? I remember that Dali's private school has only been run for a while?!"

"Who said no? My nephew has been in a private school for more than two months and can only write a few words."

"It seems that the private school run by Dali should be good, otherwise the village chief would not have sent Xiaofang to the private school to study and learn to read!"

The villagers were talking a lot. Wang Qingyang had a high reputation in the village, and the villagers would never doubt anything about him.

Now even the village chief thinks that Niu Dali's private school is good, and he also sent his favorite granddaughter to a private school. That is undoubtedly to tell everyone that Niu Dali's private school is not only fine, but also very good.

The scholar in the village almost vomited blood after hearing this.

They said it firmly before. A private school run by a girl was simply misleading people's children. Now Wang Qingyang has brought his granddaughter into a private school to study. Isn't this a slap on their face?

You should know that Wang Qingyang is a private school that has a scholarly reputation and even a scholarly person. Why do those who don’t even have a fame and fortune speak?

"Isn't Qingyang a nonsense? What kind of private school run by Niu Dali is called a private school, no need to buy books, no need to pen, ink, paper and inkstone. This is simply a humiliation to scholars."

The speaker is an old man over 60 years old, and everyone in the village calls him Sun Tongsheng.

The other scholars were silent. In fact, they had already become suspicious. Could it be that the private school run by Niu Dali is really worthy of?

After all, Wang Qingyang's character has always been fair.

Niu Dali and Li Xianglan did not expect that Wang Qingyang's family would send Xiaofang to a private school for classes. Xiaofang is younger than Erya, with a lively temperament and a chubby face. It can be seen that Wang Qingyang's family loves this child.

"Uncle Niu, can I go to a private school with Erya?" Xiaofang said in a tender voice.

When Niu Dali opened a private school before, Xiaofang wanted to come to the private school, but her parents just disagreed and said that they would wait until their grandparents came back.

Sure enough, my grandparents still loved her the most, and as soon as they came back, they agreed to her come to the private school.

"Dali, my aunt also heard that your private school is for the people working in the workshop, but my aunt has no choice. Look at Xiaofang's quarrel and want to go to the private school. Can you be more comfortable with it?" Wu said with a smile.

"Auntie, what are you talking about? Xiaofang is coming to my sister-in-law's private school. It's too late to welcome me!"

Niu Dali smiled honestly. In fact, he understood what Wang Qingyang meant and asked Xiaofang to come to a private school to attend classes. This was indirect support for the private school, so how could he refuse?

"That's good!" Wu smiled more kindly, "Xiaofang, I'm not here to thank you Uncle Niu!"

"Thank you Uncle Niu!"

Xiaofang's fat little face smiled and two cute dimples.

After Wang Qingyang sent his granddaughter to a private school, no one in the village has ever said that private school misleading his children. Instead, he became more and more envious of the villagers who worked in the workshop.

In the next few days, the people working in the workshop were straight, not to mention that it felt quite pleasant to be envied by others.

"From Wang Er's family, I heard that your Xiao Cui can write?"

"What's the point of writing? My Xiao Cui recited a poem yesterday. We don't understand what that means, but it sounds pretty good!"

Wang Er's wife smiled proudly. How could she not be proud? Apart from those rich landlords in the villages, there are a few girls who can read and read in the outdoors. Now her daughter is one of the few.

Soon, even the villages around Xinghua Village heard about the women's private school. The villagers in these villages were so sad.

In the past, Niu Dali worked for a high salary, and he had a big meal at the end of the month and a red envelope at the end of the year.

Now he has set up a private school to read and read for the children of his subordinates. If he has such a boss, he will be invited to give him a big recommendation!

Besides, don’t think that now I just run a private school for girls, who knows whether I will get a private school for a little boy in the future!?

What some people envy, they naturally have to regret.
Chapter completed!