Chapter 033: Raising a child without educating him is the father’s fault
When Chen Biao first took over Yingtian Primary School, he did not find it troublesome.
He is more like a principal than a teacher.
The textbooks used to teach the Chen family were modified, the daily curriculum was drawn up, and suitable people were invited to read according to the textbooks and syllabus... Chen Biao's daily work only required him to teach one or two Chinese classes and check the students' homework in other subjects.
Chen Biao firmly believed that children must get enough sleep to grow taller. Therefore, the children in the primary school must sleep for four and a half hours every day, and take a half-hour nap at noon, to match his schedule.
In order to ensure that these overly energetic children and teenagers could go to bed on time, Chen Biao filled their daily schedule with labor and martial arts classes.
Every morning, students have to get up and do the Zhu Jiajun gymnastics choreographed by Chen Biao and doctor Qi Xin, and then eat, attend literature classes, mathematics classes, and ideological classes.
After finishing the cultural classes, the students would go to labor classes, which included helping Zhu Jiajun organize the warehouse, helping the people with chores like cleaning, and helping to dry books and grain when the weather was good.
At noon, the exhausted students took a bath together and then fell asleep.
In the afternoon, we have a mix of cultural and martial arts classes. Every few days we go to the suburbs for extracurricular practice to learn about natural sciences, agriculture and other related knowledge.
The content of the above courses is fine-tuned according to the weather. Most of the courses are taught by other people. Chen Biao only needs to patrol the classroom occasionally and ask someone to hold his head and peek out of the window to show his presence.
Honestly, it's pretty fun.
Chen Biao had nothing to do every day. He treated the development of the Chen family as a game, and teaching his younger brother and the Chen family became a way to pass the time.
Now he is in charge of so many naughty boys. Watching these children play every day, even if he doesn't join in, Chen Biao's mentality has become much more lively and he rarely has a stern face.
Chen Biao built many toys in elementary school, such as slides, wooden horses, seesaws and swings, and there was a safety guard next to each toy.
He was originally impatient with these childish toys, but when more than 30 students in the class were playing noisily together, he sometimes couldn't help but join in the fun.
After the fun is over, Chen Biao will put his hands on his chin and doubt his life, finding that he has become more childish today.
The next day, Chen Biao took out a new game and continued to play it with his students.
Although Chen Biao is very young, he is knowledgeable, full of new ideas, and can summon strong nannies to spank them inhumanely.
After the first five days of rest, the students happily went home with their prizes and the homework they had to do during the rest period.
"Mom! This is the velvet flower I bought for you with my own money!"
"Dad, is this roast chicken delicious? I bought it!"
"Grandma, candy, eat candy!"
"Grandpa, I'll give you a new crutch!"...
Zhou Dexing's wife asked expectantly, "Son, what did you buy for me?"
Zhou Ji was puzzled: "What to buy? I don't have any money."
Zhou Dexing's wife asked anxiously, "Don't we get paid for labor class? Did someone steal your money?"
Zhou Ji said proudly: "Only those who perform well in labor class are rich. I am always the last one!"
Zhou Dexing’s wife: “…”
At this moment, the old mother who doted on her son finally couldn't stand the stimulation anymore.
When Madam Xiuying began to organize the women of Yingtian to work, the wives of generals would often gather together and chat while helping the soldiers on the front line sew clothes.
The topic that women with children talk about most is naturally their children, and Yingtian Primary School is a topic that can never be avoided.
Zhou Dexing's wife could already imagine that after this break, all the female family members would know that their son always ranked last in labor class, and they would laugh at and ridicule her unscrupulously.
"Daughter-in-law Zhou Dexing, your family only has this one child, and he's stupid and lazy. What are you going to do in the future?"
Zhou Dexing’s wife felt dizzy.
The spoiled brat Zhou Ji didn't notice his mother's expression at all. After returning home, he finally turned from a timid grandson into a big boss. He kept asking for this and that, and then chased after the maid.
Zhou Dexing's wife took a deep breath and held out her hand: "Give me the stick!"
Zhou Ji: “?”
Zhou Ji: "Ahhhhhh! Mom, what are you doing? Mom, you hit me! Mom, how could you hit me? You are not my mother! Wuuuuuuu! Dad, save me!"
Zhou Dexing's wife had her overweight son pinned down, brandishing a thin stick with all her might, snarling through gritted teeth, "You should be thankful your father isn't here! If he were here, you'd have embarrassed him so much! Your father would have kicked both you and me out of the house!"
Zhou Dexing 's wife always felt that her son was perfect, after all, he was the only precious child in the family.
Now her precious child was placed together with other people's precious children, and her own son was compared to a rotten egg. She finally became alert.
Even if she lied to Zhou Dexing and said countless good things about her son, as long as she looked at his grades in class, she would not be able to deceive her husband that her son was just naughty and was generally good!
Zhou Dexing's wife was finally frightened.
Although Zhou Dexing has only one son now, he may not only have one son in the future, and that son may not necessarily come out of his belly.
If my son is always so disappointing...
No, I absolutely cannot let my son continue to do such bad things!
After beating her son, Mrs. Zhou Dexing took her son's holiday homework and forced him to do it immediately, regardless of his crying.
After that, Zhou Ji was replaced by burly maids and fat-faced servants. All the pretty maids in the Zhou family were no longer allowed to approach Zhou Ji. If he dared to approach them, they had to hide away immediately.
Zhou Ji's experience is not unique.
The homes of students who perform well are filled with laughter and joy, while the homes of students who perform poorly are filled with wailing and screaming.
Tang He specially collected information about each family and shared it with Chen Biao.
The uncle and nephew laughed so hard that they fell over, looking very evil.
Tang He laughed and said, "Fortunately my son is doing well, hehe, otherwise I would beat him to death!"
Chen Biao said, "Although Tang Ding is a little naive, he is very obedient. Uncle Tang, don't worry."
Tang He said: "It's better to be a little bit simple, it's better to be a little bit simple, as long as you are not bad."
Then the two continued to laugh heartily.
Chen Biao originally thought that life as a primary school principal/class teacher/dean of studies would always be so easy and enjoyable, until the first homework assignment for the holiday was handed in.
There were only more than 30 assignments, but Chen Biao spent a full hour looking through them.
After watching it, Chen Biao lost all his good mood.
He found that this week he taught a lonely one.
He also discovered that his plan to involve parents in students' homework had completely failed.
Because parents either directly give up like Tang He did, using incomplete and fragmented words to tell Chen Biao that he doesn't know either; or the handwriting is too neat and the wording is too sophisticated, so you can tell at a glance that someone else wrote it.
What made Chen Biao even more depressed was that the first semester was a trial teaching session to help students get used to the rules and regulations of the elementary school. This homework was actually a test to assess their academic ability.
There is a big age gap between the students. Some have already started learning, while others cannot even count. Chen Biao believes that it may be necessary to divide these thirty or so students into classes again.
As a result, he overthought it.
Even the oldest students are completely illiterate.
Chen Biao couldn't help but write a letter to Zhu Yuanzhang to complain about this matter.
Marshal Zhu, Marshal Zhu, you said you've made Yingtian Prefecture your "capital," and it's been a few years now. It was all very different before, but now that everyone's lives are settled, is it difficult to find a literate accountant to educate your children?
The beloved eldest sons of your most trusted poor brothers are all illiterate! All illiterate! At most, they are only taught martial arts and are prepared to fight in the battlefield!
Can the future of our Zhu family army be good?
You can conquer the world right away, but you can't rule it right away! Are you going to hand over the heavy responsibility of governing the world to the scholars who didn't accompany you in conquering the world, without even anyone to supervise you?
After seeing Chen Biao's letter, Chen Biao's pen pal Zhu Dashuai immediately wrote a letter to scold all his subordinates. The curse words were similar to what Biaoer had used to complain about him.
We've lived in Yingtianfu for five years! Don't you think your children have any enlightenment? Even if there are no great writers, can't we even find an accountant?
Especially you, Zhou Dexing! Your son is a piece of crap! The future of your Zhou family is ruined!
Important things should be said three times. When Zhou Dexing saw the letter, he almost vomited blood in front of his commander-in-chief's messenger.
Just as his affairs were all finished, he hurriedly responded to the question, kicked open the door of his house the night before his son went to school, dragged his son out and beat him up again.
Zhou Ji's buttocks, which had just been beaten by his mother, were even worse. The next day when he returned to school, Chen Biao saw that something was wrong with his buttocks and put a mattress on his stool.
Zhou Ji immediately held Mr. Chen's soft paw and said with tears streaming down his face, "I don't want my parents anymore! Sir, I will follow you from now on!"
Chen Biao withdrew his hand in disgust and wiped it on his body.
From then on, Zhou Ji fell in love with going to school because there were nice little teachers to look at, but that’s a story for later.
When Zhou Ji grew up, he mentioned this incident with a look of regret on his face. It happened to be heard by some princes of the Zhu family and he was almost beaten to death. This is a story for later.
Let’s not talk about what happened later. From then on, Chen Biao lived a life of both pain and happiness.
Happiness is teaching students and listening to them getting beaten when they get home every week; pain is correcting homework.
Chen Biao believed that he couldn't bear the pain alone, so he wrote to his pen pal Zhu Dashuai, suggesting that Zhu Dashuai encourage parents to learn from him and set a good example for their children.
The children were enlightened by him, and the parents must have been surrounded by literate scholars. He then gave the parents a set of teaching materials, so it was not difficult for them to study on their own.
"Marshal Zhu, you don't want all your men to be illiterate, do you? That would be so shameful! My father could teach himself, so can they!"
Chen Biao's pen pal Zhu Dashuai thought it made sense.
So he wrote letters to his subordinates to assign courses and asked them to hand in homework. Every time he came back to report on work, he would test them in person. If they failed the test, they would not be allowed to go to the war and would stay in Yingtian to replace Tang He, who was doing odd jobs.
Subordinates: “???”
They firmly believed that their son must be too stupid to have the Marshal implicate them.
So the kids got beaten again.
Chen Biao couldn't stand it anymore and wrote letters to the students' parents himself.
Don't spank your children all the time. Even if you do want to punish them, you can make them do manual labor, copy books, memorize lessons, or not allow them to eat snacks. Even if you do want to spank them, you can use methods that won't hurt them, such as slapping their palms.
Regardless of whether these parents listened or not, the students were extremely grateful to Mr. Chen Biao.
Now the primary school is their home. When they come back here, there are delicious food and fun things to do, and they don’t have to be scolded or beaten by their parents. They love going to school the most!
Chen Biao was also very happy.
It turns out that teaching students is not difficult at all. He thought that the troublemakers were difficult to teach.
Then, Chen Biao, who had just written a letter to parents asking them not to insult or beat their children, immediately called a parent-teacher meeting for parents whose children had the lowest grades in various courses. He built a fire and asked them to burn their children's garbage homework and test papers with their own hands.
Chen Biao said darkly, " Burn this garbage and start over. I hope you can pay more attention to their studies. I don't think you want to see me at the end of next month. By the way, I will post the report cards on the honor board outside the school. To protect the children's privacy, I will not write the children's names, only the children's fathers' names. If a child is not taught well, it is the father's fault. Do you understand?"
Forced by Zhu Yuanzhang, the generals who had to attend the parent-teacher conference if they were in Yingtian Prefecture and were not allowed to push it on their female relatives and parents: "..."
Xu Da, who came back specially to celebrate the New Year, and Tang He, who would be able to take over from Zhou Dexing after the New Year, stood behind Chen Biao on the left and right, with their arms folded, smiling at their brothers, revealing their good teeth that were not too white.
Generals: "I understand, I understand!"
Beat your son when you get home!
Then, the screaming monsters' howling shrieks resounded in Yingtian again. The screaming monsters also respected Mr. Chen even more because he would not punish them easily and would even persuade their parents not to punish them.
Chen Biao happily wrote a letter to his pen pal Zhu Dashuai, showing off that he was a master of planning.
"Master, don't worry about students feeling inferior because of poor grades. I'll post an honor roll for each subject after every monthly exam. Students who perform poorly in one subject may be strong in the next. I'll also post a progress roll. Even if you rank low, as long as you show improvement , you'll receive a reward. Once students and parents get used to the honor roll, I'll only post the top ten and the top ten most improved students to prevent students from being punished too much..."
Zhu Yuanzhang said sourly, "Biao'er, you've been busy writing letters to the Marshal this month and haven't chatted with me often."
Chen Biao was multitasking, writing a letter while saying, "I chat with you every day."
Zhu Yuanzhang said sourly: "But you won't tell me everything about school."
Chen Biao said, "Dad, you're also taking care of school matters. Do I need to tell you?"
Zhu Yuanzhang complained, "My father is making arrangements, but isn't Marshal Zhu also making arrangements? He must know more details than I do. Why do you have to write to him every day?"
Write a letter every day!
Chen Biao put down his pen and blew the ink dry. "Dad, the way to be a minister is to understand your position clearly and not treat the people above you as mere decorations. I'm not writing a letter, I'm writing a work schedule to report to the Marshal."
Reporting work? Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little relieved: "Biao'er, there's no need. Even if you give it to the Marshal, he won't take it seriously."
Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang read them very carefully and kept every letter carefully.
Chen Biao said, "Whether the Marshal reads it or not, writing the work schedule is my responsibility. Elementary school is related to the future of the Ming Dynasty and is of great importance. Even if the Marshal delegates authority to me, I will report everything to him. The Marshal can intervene at any time if he wants. But the frequency of one letter a day is indeed too high."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes! The frequency is too high!" But I was so jealous!
Chen Biao said, "The elementary school has just started, and no one is sure about how it will go. That's why I write to the Marshal every day to discuss things. If there are any shortcomings, they will be corrected immediately. After another month, when the elementary school is on track, I can take a break or write to him once a month. I'll discuss it with the Marshal then."
Zhu Yuanzhang began to struggle between his inner thoughts and his own desires.
When Biaoer wrote letters to Marshal Zhu, he, as a father, was very unhappy; but when Biaoer wrote to him every day, he was very happy when he saw the letters.
What a contradiction.
In the future, should Biaoer write a letter once every day when he takes a day off, or once a month?
Zhu Yuanzhang was unsure, so he had to call his think tank again to discuss important matters.
In addition to several great writers, the think tank also includes a group of brothers from the same village who know Chen Biao's identity.
Because their sons started school, these brothers handed over their jobs and responded to celebrate the New Year today, making it a rare reunion.
Zhu Yuanzhang followed Chen Biao's custom of holding meetings at the Chen family and built a large oval table. He sat at the top, clasped his hands together, and supported his chin with his hands. He said in a deep and serious tone: "What do you think?"
Xu Da complained, "General, seeing you gathered so many people, I thought Chen Youliang was coming to attack. It's just a matter of whether Biao'er writes a letter to General Zhu or not. Why do you care?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Of course it is! This matter is very important!"
He said sourly, "Now Biao'er praises Marshal Zhu every day. I am not as good a father as Marshal Zhu!"
Xu Da asked, "Aren't you Marshal Zhu? So, you came up with this awful idea of exchanging letters with Biao'er, wasn't it just to change Biao'er's impression of Marshal Zhu?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "But Biao'er doesn't know that Marshal Zhu is me! In Biao'er's heart, a stranger is actually more powerful than his father!"
Xu Da was speechless: "Of course Marshal Zhu is more powerful than Chen Guorui. Marshal Zhu is Chen Guorui's lord."
Zhu Yuanzhang and Xu Da started arguing with each other, and the other brothers joined in one after another.
Several great scholars were discussing the sale of spoils at the Lantern Festival market over tea, completely ignoring Zhu Yuanzhang's orders.
Soon, Zhu Yuanzhang started fighting with a group of brothers.
Several great writers moved their chairs a little further away and continued to discuss selling spoils at the Lantern Festival market.
Li Shanchang: "Biao'er said we could use some of the gunpowder to make fireworks. He knows how to make some nice fireworks."
Song Lian: "Fireworks? Will they cause a riot?"
Ye Zheng: "I've explained it to the people in advance, so it shouldn't happen."
Wang Chen: "Why did Biaoer think of setting off fireworks?"
Li Shanchang: "Biao'er said that we should use fireworks instead of Kongming lanterns to guide the soldiers' souls home. Kongming lanterns falling to the ground can easily cause fires."
Ye Chen: "Biao'er is such a good kid."
Li Shanchang cleared his throat and shouted, "My Lord! Are you done fighting? I want to discuss the Lantern Festival fireworks with you!"
Zhu Yuanzhang kicked Xu Da in the face with a high kick, and then pulled Tang He's arm, who was trying to attack him from behind, and threw him over his shoulder, throwing Tang He onto Zhou Dexing: "Alright, come on!"
The meeting finally started to discuss serious topics.
At this moment, Chang Yuchun, who was also Zhu Yuanzhang's confidant, was celebrating the New Year in Quzhou, which he had just conquered. He was the only general who was not allowed to use his children as an excuse to celebrate the New Year.
If Zhu Yuanzhang had not written to tell him that Quzhou was very important and that he would give him a month's leave to go home and be with his wife and children after the situation around Quzhou was pacified, Chang Yuchun would have thought that Zhu Yuanzhang had abandoned him.
Chang Yuchun looked at the letter from Lan.
In the letter, Lan praised Yingtian Primary School and Chen Biao highly, saying that although their child was young, she had won many awards and even saved money to buy her a silver hairpin during the Chinese New Year.
Chang Yuchun sighed deeply. He wondered if his current military achievements were enough to qualify him to ask Zhu Yuanzhang for permission to befriend Chen Guorui, Zhu Yuanzhang's "shadow guard commander."
Birds of a feather flock together, just like Lan Yu grew up in a bandit's den and became a simple-minded little bandit.
Chang Yuchun could only rely on his bravery to earn a future for his wife and children, but he did not want his children to end up like him.
As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." It would be great if I could get closer to the Chen family and let my children become friends with their children.
Chang Yuchun frowned, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.
The commander-in-chief attached great importance to the well-field system. Before the commander-in-chief brought it up, he would meet the commander-in-chief's concerns and clear away the obstacles to its implementation in Quzhou.
After spending a few days with Ye Zheng, Chang Yuchun learned a lot; in order to please Zhu Yuanzhang, Chang Yuchun gritted his teeth and read through several history books, which made his mind much more flexible; the atmosphere of the Yangzhou sacrifice also deeply touched Chang Yuchun.
Although Chang Yuchun could not hide his murderous nature, he would no longer kill people without scruples and knew how to kill people "openly and honestly".
Chang Yuchun sent people to collect evidence that the rich families in the city were bullying the people, annexing land, and colluding with the Yuan court to harm the countryside. After tying up the rich families in the city, he set up a platform and sat on the platform himself as a judge, listing the crimes committed by these people one by one and letting the victims come forward to file their complaints.
When the evidence was conclusive, Chang Yuchun personally chopped off the heads of these people.
During the Chinese New Year, Chang Yuchun chopped heads from New Year's Eve to Lantern Festival. His knife was bent several times, and he finally chopped off all the heads of the guilty rich people in the city.
He ordered a monument to be erected to record the crimes of these people, and placed their heads in front of the monument while throwing their bodies into the wilderness.
In order to avoid being branded as a killer, Chang Yuchun only killed the evildoers, while women and children were sent to "labor reform" and, like the Qing army in Yangzhou, they worked to earn work points in exchange for their freedom.
If these pampered people died, Chang Yuchun would burn them and use them to fertilize the fields, which was also a way of making good use of waste.
As a result of this operation, most of the farmland in Quzhou fell into Chang Yuchun's hands.
Chang Yuchun posted a notice stating that half of these fields would be used as military settlements, and the other half would be used to implement the well-field system as in Yangzhou, Yingtian and other places.
Before the spring plowing, Marshal Zhu would send people to divide the land among everyone. Everyone just had to endure this winter and wait for the spring to come.
At the same time, Chang Yuchun opened the warehouses of rich families and gave porridge to the poor people; he demolished the houses of rich families and used them as firewood for the poor people.
This winter, very few people in Quzhou froze to death or starved to death.
The gentry all scolded Chang Yuchun for his bandit nature that was hard to change.
However, the folk legend gradually spread that Chang Yuchun was the Great Justice of Heaven, a star sent by heaven to save the poor people. Some people even painted portraits of Chang Yuchun and posted them on their doors, saying that they could ward off evil and attract wealth.
Zhu Yuanzhang was shocked when he heard the news.
Zhu Yuanzhang asked expectantly, "There are two door gods. Who is the other one? It must be me!"
Xu Da took out a door god portrait from behind his back and said, "It's me."
Zhu Yuanzhang: “…”
Zhu Yuanzhang stood up.
Xu Da ran out while shouting, "Biao'er! Help!"
Chen Biao, who was playing with iron rings in the yard with his brother, rushed over and asked, "What's wrong?"
