One bucket is ten liters, and one liter weighs about 1.25 kilograms.

A bucket of rice weighs 12.5 kg.

At the beginning, my back was not very heavy, but when I walked a few miles, my shoulders became heavier and heavier, as if I had dozens of kilograms out of thin air.

It was snowing on the road and the ground was a little wet. For safety, he walked slowly.

As soon as the sky was getting dark, Baigui walked to the west end of Bailu Village.

Bailu Village is very large and has hundreds of families.

Looking into the village, there were only a few families lit candles, and the outside of the window paper was dim.

"Xu Xiucai teaches during the day and reads at night at night. It is impossible for him to go to bed and rest so early." Bai Gui paused and walked towards the village ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was newly built four years ago, all of which were brand new tiled houses. There were two arches in front, one was the chastity arch, which was not verified in the year. There were moss on the stone pillars, and the couplets on both sides were also blurred. The other was the semi-new arch of scholars, which roughly stated that Lu Tai and Yu Tongzhi had won the scholars in the 12th year.

The couplet of the Xiucai Archway reads: "Inheriting the teachings of ancestors, the iron warriors and martial arts are strong in the future; shine on the lintels of the family, poetry, rituals, farming and reading for the world."

After crossing two archways and screen walls, you will see the ancestral hall, with five halls in total and three houses on both sides of the east and west.

The building is very distinctive in Qin Province, and the house is built on half of it.

Traditional ancient buildings are all in the form of "people". In Guanzhong area, due to drought and rain, it is also necessary to save money and save money, so it often only builds half of the houses.

There are also rumors that the water will not flow to outsiders’ fields.

Only half of the house was built, and the rain only flowed into my own yard.

The five main halls are equipped with tablets of ancestors of Bailu Village in the past dynasties. On the west side, the three Xiamen Houses are the village ancestral halls. On the east side, the three Xiamen Houses are separated by soil. On one side is Xu Xiucai's dormitory and on the other side is the official room for the officials in the village to discuss matters.

The ancestral hall was pitch black, and only a corner of the house on the east side was reflected by dim lights.

The subtle sound of reading can be vaguely heard.

After the sound of pedaling footsteps, the sound of reading stopped, followed by the creaking of sore teeth from the wooden door.

"Mr. Xu."

"Well, I'm Bai Gui. I want to study in our village school. This is Shu Xiu..."

Bai Gui was about to go in while Xu Xiucai opened the door. He seemed to remember something. He paused, stopped at the door, smiled embarrassedly, and put down two grain bags from his shoulders.

He opened the two grain bags and took them, held the grain bags containing the rice in both hands, bowed slightly, and handed them to Xu Xiucai, who was abrupt.

Xu Xiucai was a master in his forties. He was wearing a long robe of a student who had been washed and undressed. His face turned yellow, his cheeks were deep and concave, and his goat whiskers were thin, but his eyes were as bright as the two eternal lamps lit in the ancestral hall. He was bright and energetic. Even his wide robe was dressed a little elegantly, and he looked a little elegant in the Wei and Jin dynasties.

The braids held behind them are not like greasy and thorny strands of villagers, but are combed in a very organized manner.

There was a bag of brown rice on the ground at the door. The boy who was dressed in a thirteen or fourteen years old was holding a bag of fine rice with a respectful look.

I have never entered the door and have not exceeded the rules.

Beige is jagged.

Xu Xiucai's expression calmed a lot, and his eyes looked slightly softer when he looked at Bai Gui. If it were usual, he would have accepted Shu Xiu as usual and used money to do things, but for some reason, he suddenly became a little interested.

He stroked his beard and asked, "Why do you study?"

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, I have missed the best age to study, and the best period for elementary school starts at the age of five or six.

Before he lived in the Bailu Village Ancestral Hall, there was a school in Shenhe Village, a seven or eight-mile-degree area.

"Reading... is to know the truth!"

Bai Gui was surprised. He also secretly inquired about the school boys who paid Shu Xiu. They were all done after Shu Xiu, and there were no unnecessary problems.

Perhaps it was because he was older and had more knowledge than the boys who were taught by the elementary school, so he asked a question.

Maybe he has a good attitude.

No matter what, there is always a good thing, and asking questions means having an impression of yourself.

"Know the truth?"

Xu Xiucai was a little surprised. He had heard many people say why they study. Some said that they would become rich and prosperous by becoming masters, some said that they would be to innovate current problems, and some wanted to leave their names in history.

But this was the first time he heard about it in order to know the truth.

"Yes, in order to know the truth, when I was in the field, I saw my dad digging the ground, some digging holes, and some piled up ridges. I asked my dad why. My dad said that people used to do this, so I did this, but I wanted to know why!"

Bai Gui answered "truely".

No, he is just trying to find a background for himself. With the skin of a saint's disciple, he is very convenient for everything. No matter from ancient times to the present, scholars are always a group of people who have the right to speak.

In this parallel world, the Hundred Days Reform did not abolish the imperial examinations, the rural examinations, and advocate practical learning. That is his opportunity.

You have to stand firm first!

As for the reasons for studying... I said it too well, I thought he was not pragmatic, I said it too low, and I thought he had no future.

Knowing the truth is the essence of reading.

It is not an exaggeration to say it!

Xu Xiucai smiled slightly and replied: "During the time of Emperor Wu of Han, a lieutenant named Zhao Guo, who implemented the method of field generation. The so-called field generation method is to divide a mu of land into three shanks and three ridges, one foot wide and one foot wide and one foot high, and exchange positions every year to cultivate the fertility of the land. When planting, seeds are planted in the Shenzhen. After the seedlings are released, the soil on the ridges is pushed into the Shenzhen, so that the crops will be deeply rooted in the soil and will be resistant to wind and drought..."

"By the way, Zhao Guo also invented the chariot, which is the seed sowing that I see in the countryside on weekdays. Put the seeds in the stoop. The stoops pass through the hollow stoops, and shake them all, so that the seeds can be taken down. The three processes of digging, planting, and covering the soil can be completed at the same time..."

He was afraid that Bai Gui would not understand a little, so he gestured at the appearance of the car with his fingers.

Bai Gui: "..."

Isn’t it said that people who learn eight-legged essays are all nerds?

Why does Xu Xiucai have this ability?

Zhao Guo seemed to have seen it in popular science articles in his previous life, but his memory was not very clear. Even if he remembered it clearly, he was a little confused and confused about what he mentioned about "Zhen" and "Ling" (Zhen, pronunciation zhen.)

Feeling Xu Xiucai's gaze coming, he quickly made a look of gain and a little puzzled.

In the past, when I was scrambling at school, I practiced this expression very skillfully.

When the teacher sees this expression, he often shows a look of praise.

What you want is this, I haven't understood it yet.

If you are too good, the teacher feels that he has failed and knows nothing. Sorry, the teacher doesn’t know you. Only in the middle can the teacher feel the pleasure of being a teacher.

"You... do you understand the reason for this kind of field?"

Xu Xiucai said with satisfaction.

The greatest happiness is to teach tirelessly.

"Well, I seem to know a little."

"Speak up?"

"What is Han from? Yes, during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han, there was a man named... Zhao... Zhao, who served as a lieutenant and created the Aidian Field Method. I don't remember the ones behind."

Xu Xiucai took the essence rice handed to him by Bai Gui, poured it into a rice jar, and then returned the grain bag to Bai Gui.

The process only took less than a few breaths.

"You will come to school tomorrow. Remember to prepare paper, ink, pen and ink..." Xu Xiucai frowned, looked at the decoration on Bai Gui's body, and sighed slightly, "I have an old pen and an old inkstone here. You can use it temporarily, as for ink and paper..."

He is not rich enough, so how many children can there be in school?

He also has to prepare for the fee for entering the city to take the exam, and every cent is tight.

Besides, paper and ink are consumables, so it’s okay to give them once, so later, it’s difficult to give them or not!

"Uh, you can use a wooden board to dip it in water to write!"
Chapter completed!