My fox demon wife is actually the school beauty of my father’s class

Chapter 71: Will we accept older students?

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Qiu was completely stunned.

The familiar feeling returned to him again.

Unable to move, my consciousness is clear, and I have a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery...

What memory did you remember again?

Didn't Gu Xia already...

With doubts in his heart, Gu Qiu planned to take a look at the new memories that suddenly poured into his mind.

Here, it seems to be a remote coastal fishing village far away from the big towns.

As for why Gu Qiu knew this was a small coastal fishing village, it was because the villagers here had dried salted fish hanging at the door of their thatched houses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of sea.

However, a very interesting thing happened in this poor and remote village recently -

A teacher came to the village.

The gentleman's surname was Gu, but no one asked about his specific name. After all, although they were villagers in the mountains who relied on their strength to make a living, they still knew a little bit about etiquette.

At first glance, this teacher, who looked a little thin and weak, was wearing a washed white coarse cloth robe.

This gentleman looks frail, but he is surprisingly strong. He can do some menial tasks that require physical strength. He even helped the villagers write Spring Festival couplets during the Spring Festival. So when he first came here, the villagers I have a pretty good impression of this gentleman.

But after a while, he did something that made the villagers a little dissatisfied.

This gentleman opened a school in the village and wanted to accept students.

It's not that the husband wants to charge them high tuition fees, on the contrary, the husband accepts the little kids from the village as students and doesn't charge a penny.

If this were in some big cities, no one would beg for such a good thing.

You know, it is a great blessing for poor people to go to school. Not every farmer can afford the high tuition fees.

But I can't blame the villagers for being ignorant. I can only say that this mountain village is too remote and backward. The villagers don't have much knowledge about reading, and they don't think that knowledge can change their destiny. They just want to not waste their children. Time, if you have that free time, you might as well stay down to earth and help their adults with some work at home.

As the saying goes, a scholar who is useless is a scholar.

Mr. Gu repeatedly visited the students door to door and persuaded them earnestly. The school was filled with students every time during class time.

Of course, this is not to say that the villagers are thinking too hard.

Instead, he promised the villagers that he would take care of the meals for whose children came to attend class.

Therefore, those children were all driven here by their families to eat.

He did things with good intentions and was disliked by others. If it were other gentlemen who were arrogant and arrogant, they would have been so angry that they would have blown their beards, glared, and walked away.

Fortunately, Mr. Gu is a good old man, so he can continue to teach and educate people in this barren and barren land.

Time passed quickly in the sound of children reading loudly.

Unknowingly, Mr. Gu had watched the passing of winter and the coming of spring three times in his makeshift thatched-roof school.

……

"Heaven moves in a healthy way, and a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. Don't use the hidden dragon, because the sun is down. Work hard all day long, and repeat the Tao. Or you may leap into the abyss, and there will be no fault in advancing..."

The simple thatched cottage was filled with Mr. Gu alone and a few sparse reading sounds, which made this remote mountain village a little more lively.

Through the eyes of "Mr. Gu", Gu Qiu discovered that it was a sunny day today.

After the students below had finished reading, Mr. Gu, who was holding half a volume of scripture, gently closed the book and then looked at the dozen or so students in the audience:

"Let's be here today."

"Okay, it's time to eat!"

Most of the students who were sleeping on the table immediately jumped up and dispersed with smiles on their faces. While discussing who caught the bigger grasshopper yesterday, they ran towards the big pot in the yard.

Only a few students, when passing by Mr. Gu, would say: "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

He is already used to this.

Not everyone likes to read.

Forcing others to do something they can't do will only increase worries and waste both parties' time.

Mr. Gu was lowering his head to pack the books when he suddenly heard a slight movement. He looked up and accidentally caught a glimpse of a faint figure flashing outside the window of the thatched cottage.oh?Did she come here?
Mr. Gu was stunned.

Now the children in the school are eating in the courtyard, and this figure...

He shook his head and walked out slowly from the front door.

……

"Where are you going, sir?"

Outside the window sill, a girl with pigtails was quietly leaning her head to look into the thatched cottage, but she only saw the back of her husband who had just left the thatched cottage.

She sighed and was trying to walk back quietly, but after taking a few steps, she suddenly bumped into a familiar figure at the corner.

That was Mr. Gu who came behind her without anyone noticing.

"ah!"

After letting out an exclamation, the girl took a few steps back in a panic, lowering her head and not daring to look at her.

Then, a gentle voice came into her ears——

"I remember you, you are... the youngest daughter of the old Chen family, right?"

Being caught by the other party and knowing her identity, the little girl became even more nervous. She nodded her head but never dared to raise her head.

Mr. Gu smiled.

"Want to come to class?"

The little girl froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head violently.

Mr. Gu looked at the little girl in front of him, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a trace of pity flowing deep in his eyes.

He is very clear about the other party's situation.

The students in my current school who are in their early ten years are all boys, not a single girl.

Even in today's era, which has become a lot more civilized, the concept of favoring boys over girls is still deeply planted in the hearts of the older generation.

"A woman without talent is virtue."

At first glance, this sentence seems to be just a crude joke, but in most families, this is also a cruel fact.

In the view of some conservative-minded people, women should stay at home and take care of their husbands and raise children in a peaceful manner, instead of engaging in writing and writing, and should not have too many so-called "scholarly thoughts."

This phenomenon is even more prevalent in such remote villages.

Therefore, no matter how much the girl who often lay on the window sill and eavesdropped on Mr. Gu's lectures hoped that Mr. Gu could provide her with meals, the girl still lowered her head and did not dare to accept his invitation.

She knew that no matter what, her family would not allow her to come to class.

There are young brothers at home to take care of, chickens and ducks to graze, and dried fish to dry...

Children from poor families have much more to do.

Fortunately, the little girl still had time to let the chickens and ducks go out for a walk every day, so she was able to sneak to the window and eavesdrop.

She was satisfied to be able to hear her husband talk about the outside world and various allusions and history.

She never dared to hope that she could sit in a spacious and bright classroom, so she could only bow a few times to her husband gratefully, walked around him in a hurry, and continued to pick up a small bamboo pole. Knock and beat to drive the chickens and ducks toward home.

She never said a word from beginning to end, and she didn't dare to raise her head to look at her husband even once.

Mr. Gu looked at the girl's somewhat lonely back, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, the sound of someone turning the pages of a book came from the podium of the school.

He looked over sharply and shouted sharply:
"Who!"

"Who?"

A bright and moving figure leaned on the podium, looking at Mr. Gu with a smile on his face:

"I don't know...sir, do you want to accept older students?"

(End of this chapter)