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Student dormitory, four people live in one room.

Princes and princesses also have to live with other people. This way, they can make more friends and take care of each other in their study and life.Of course, whoever the prince and princess live in the same dormitory must be allocated by drawing lots. Generally, the emperor personally presides over the drawing of lots, and the dormitory will be reassigned every six months.

Zhao Han felt that it was better to hang out with students of the same age all day long than the prince of Ming Dynasty who grew up with eunuchs.

"Zhang Fang, get up soon!" He Qianji shouted.

Zhang Fang wrapped the quilt tighter, curled up in the bed, and said in a daze: "Sleep a little longer, sleep a little longer."

Zhao Kuanghuan had already dressed, took a toothbrush, tooth powder and a towel, and went outside to clean and wash.There is a water well in the cafeteria. Every morning, hot water is boiled and carried to the courtyard of the dormitory for the students to use.

It snowed last night, and the handyman maid was cleaning, and a passage had been cleared in the snow outside the door.

"Huh, it's so cold!" Liu Guozhen shuddered as soon as he went out.

Zhao Kuanghuan, Liu Guozhen, He Qianji and Zhang Fang are roommates in the same dormitory.Except for Zhao Kuanghuan who is the prince, the other three are all the sons of ministers in the court.

When selecting students for Huangcheng Primary School, Manchao Wenwu broke the lead to grab the places.

In the end, it was Zhao Han who came forward and asked the officials of the fifth rank and above to list the names of the children aged seven to ten in the family and make a list.And regardless of their children, each person can only report one, and send it to the emperor to draw lots for a decision.

Most of them reported their son's name, but the emperor said that there must be female students.

As a result, only a few who reported their daughters were [-]% selected.

This made the ministers very regretful. They should have sent their daughters to study if they knew it earlier. If they had cultivated a good relationship with the prince since childhood, they might be able to become queens in the future.

Zhao Kuanghuan had already finished washing, and that lazy Zhang Fang got up and asked while getting dressed, "Who borrows me to copy someone's math homework?"

"On the table, take it yourself." Zhao Kuanghuan said.

Zhang Fang smiled shyly: "Hey, Kuang Huan is still a good friend."

Zhao Han stipulated that during the school period, he was not allowed to address princes, princesses, princes and the like.

He Qianji is nine years old this year and is the son of He Yan, the right servant of the Ministry of Rites.At a young age, but like an adult, he advised: "Kuang Huan, you can't lend him homework. Mr. Leaving homework every day is to improve our studies. Moreover, the word homework is personally decided by His Majesty. Plagiarizing homework is illegal. It is disrespectful to His Majesty."

Zhao Kuanghuan laughed and said, "It's okay to copy it once or twice."

"No, if there is one, there are two. Zhang Fang has copied it several times." He Qianji said.

Zhang Fang suddenly became unhappy: "He Qianji, I copied Kuanghuan's homework, what's your business? Although my father's official rank is one level lower than yours, I'm not afraid of you. Let's fight if we have the guts!"

He Qianji cupped his hands and bowed: "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands."

Liu Guozhen came over suddenly. This person was older, ten years old.He put Zhang Fang shoulder to shoulder and said with a smile, "Do you consider us friends?"

"It's a friend." Zhang Fang nodded.

Liu Guozhen added: "If you continue to copy your homework, I'm afraid you won't be able to be friends next year. There are 60 students in the whole grade, ten of them will be eliminated a year, and new students will be recruited. Do you think you can get in the top [-] in the exam?"

As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Fang suddenly wept.

Liu Guozhen continued: "He Qianji is also doing it for your own good, don't blame him for meddling in his own business."

Zhang Fang hesitated to speak, and kept his head down.

Seeing that the conflict was resolved, Zhao Kuanghuan smiled and said, "Let's have breakfast first."

This is what his father warned him, don't get involved in classmates' disputes, and don't just look at classmates' grades.Observe and think more, pay attention to a person's character, and pay attention to a person's ability to do things.

At this moment, His Royal Highness felt that Liu Guozhen was someone who could solve the problem.

As for He Qianji, he is serious in his work and upright in his words and deeds.

As for Zhang Fang, although he doesn't study well and is extremely lazy, he usually enjoys playing together.He always has various ways to make everyone around him happy, and he led everyone to climb trees and dig out bird nests when he first entered school.

The four went to the cafeteria together, only Zhang Fang was unhappy.

He will definitely be eliminated next year. Firstly, he is reluctant to part with his classmates here, and secondly, he may be hanged up and beaten by his father.

There are already many people sitting in the cafeteria, besides the students, there are also some teachers.

"Kuang Huan, this way!"

A short and strong boy got up and waved, but it was Zhang Tingxun, the son of Zhang Tieniu.He has a polite name, but he is as reckless as his father, and he will probably be eliminated in next year's school exams.

Zhao Kuanghuan and Zhang Tingxun have known each other for a long time, and they often played together when they wore open crotch pants.

Beside Zhang Tingxun were Fei Ruhe's daughter Fei Shuyi, Fei Chun's son Fei Liangyan, Xu Ying's son Xu Yingzhang, Pang Chunlai's adopted son Pang Yuantai, and Li Banghua's granddaughter Li Shanxiang.

They, a group of people, did not participate in the lottery at all, and were directly selected by Zhao Han.

But it is easy to come in, but you have to rely on yourself to stay. If the grades are too bad, you still have to leave.

The table was the Eight Immortals table, six people were already seated, and there were only two vacant seats left.

He Qianji and Liu Guozhen didn't rush to sit, but went directly to the empty table next to them.

Zhao Kuanghuan smiled at everyone, and then sat down upright. The mischievous boy in the past is now more and more like a "superior".

Zhang Fang sat beside Zhao Kuanghuan, glanced at the table, and muttered, "It's cabbage again, can't this vegetable be changed?"

Millet porridge, meat buns, cabbage, and a small cup of soy milk, this is the winter breakfast for teachers and students.

After being promoted by the imperial court, Chinese cabbage has been popularized in various provinces, and it has quickly become the king of winter vegetables. Many literati wrote poems to praise it.What "Song of Cabbage" and "Ode to Cabbage" compare Chinese cabbage to a modest gentleman, and the style is immediately upscaled.

While the teachers and students were eating, an old pedantic gentleman, with his hands behind his back and a ruler in his hands, was slowly patrolling the cafeteria.

He doesn't care about chatting and laughing, if he sees someone wasting food, the old gentleman will definitely hit him with a ruler, regardless of whether you are the son of a cabinet minister or the daughter of a minister.

The old man's name is Zhang Chunqin, a boy who came out of the mountains, and he didn't even pass the exam as a scholar.

His knowledge is not profound, and it is incomparable with famous teachers and great scholars.But he was the first principal of Luling County Middle School and the first middle school in the country. Now he has been transferred to Huangcheng Primary School as the principal.

Seeing Zhang Chunqin approaching, Zhang Fang, who was still complaining about the unpalatable cabbage, immediately buried himself in cooking the rice.

Zhang Tingxun was joking with Zhao Kuanghuan, so he quickly shut up when he saw this.

You know, on Zhao Kuanghuan's first day of school, he was spotted by the passing principal when he was absent in class, and he was immediately called out to beat his palms after class.

Even the prince dares to fight!

Seeing Zhang Chunqin approaching, the prince was obviously a little apprehensive.Apart from his father, he was only afraid of the principal, but the teacher was very kind.

Zhang Chunqin walked around the cafeteria, was satisfied with the performance of the teachers and students, and walked back to his seat.

He is an old boy in the mountains, and he used to earn a living in the village school.It is today's holy sage who is wise and powerful, and has come up with a new school system. Among the top ten in the primary school graduation examination in Wuxing Town, four of them are mountain children taught by him.Therefore, he was named by the emperor and became the first principal of Luling County Middle School.

Now he has come to Nanjing, not only serving as the principal of Huangcheng Primary School, but also holding the official title of the fourth rank in the Ministry of Rites.

Zhang Chunqin has nothing to repay the great kindness of the Holy Son of Heaven. He vowed to manage Huangcheng Primary School well, and he even treated the prince as his grandson.

Grandson, hit him when he needs to!

Seeing Zhang Chunqin leave, all the children breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Kuanghuan couldn't help but glance at the other table.Although he is only ten years old this year and has not yet reached the age of first love, he still has a heart of love for the opposite sex.

The little girl whose back was facing him across the table was the daughter of Qiao Hongdao, a household doctor.Smart, excellent in studies, and beautiful, in Zhao Kuanghuan's eyes, he is perfect.

The more I like it in my heart, the more indifferent I will behave, and I can't let others know my secret.But sometimes, I couldn't help raising my voice, trying to deliberately attract the other party's attention.

Zhao Kuanghuan's current dream is to re-segregate classes next year, and put him in the same class as his sweetheart.

After breakfast, the children ran to the playground.

Morning exercise instructor, already waiting there.

"Shut up!"

As soon as the whistle sounded, the students lined up quickly, and the instructor chanted the slogan in the infantry drills, commanding the students to line up neatly and collectively do the health-preserving gymnastics of Baduanjin.

Even a few teachers came to follow suit.

Chapter 601 [Group frame]

"stand up!"

"Hello 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'm learning the eight sentences of "The Analects of Confucius", and 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 20 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 purely because the eldest son is past his 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 [-]% 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, 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 the 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.

"Oh!"

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