Bai Shanbao said: "Then you have to be as good as Confucius. Zigong said that Confucius' teacher is gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and generous, so that everyone is willing to share stories with him."
Man Bao was full of confidence, "I'm sure I can do it too. By the way, what is being gentle, courteous and thrifty? Let me know, it means humility, right?"
Bai Shanbao despised her, "You don't even know what it is, and you just say you can do it. A child who talks big is not a good child."
"What do you know, Koko said, you have to set goals before doing things, so that you can make plans. Of course, the bigger the goal, the better."
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Bai Shanbao rolled his eyes, doubting, "Really?"
Man Bao nodded fiercely, "Of course it's true."
"Well, then I will be a high-ranking official in the future, an official who is older than my father, and I don't want to be an official like my father."
Man Bao wowed, and asked enthusiastically, "What kind of official is your father?"
Bai Shanbao was a little proud, but said with a bit of reserve: "My father is the county magistrate."
Man Bao didn't feel good about the county magistrate, she said: "The county magistrates are not good people, they always take money from us."
Bai Shanbao was not happy, "My father is a good official, and he was awarded by the court."
As soon as Mr. Zhuang entered the classroom, he heard what the two children said. He frowned. How could he talk about government affairs at such a young age
Do the two poor kids know what the county magistrate does
Mr. Zhuang took the two children to the yard to talk.
Bai Shanbao was a little nervous at first, because based on his experience, being called out by his husband alone would not do any good.
But Manbao is different. She is more used to sitting in the yard reading and talking with Mr. Zhuang than sitting in the classroom and listening to the lectures.
So she followed happily.
Seeing Man Bao's happy face, Bai Shanbao felt that it shouldn't be a bad thing, so he relaxed and passed.
Mr. Zhuang sat down on the stone bench, called the two children to him, and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"
Shanbao lowered his head. In his opinion, the teacher asked this sentence as a question, and reprimanded them for speaking in class.
But Man Bao didn't think so. When she heard Mr. asking, she happily told him what they said, and asked, "Sir, is the county magistrate also good?"
Mr. Zhuang couldn't help asking her, "Why do you think the county magistrate is bad?"
Man Bao told about the fact that when she went to the county town the day before yesterday, she had to pay an extra penny to enter the city. She also told the news that her fifth brother had inquired from the county town.
So she thinks that county magistrates are bad and only take money from their common people.
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a while, and asked, "Do you know what the county magistrate does?"
Shanbao looked at Manbao, then at Mr. Zhuang, and felt that Mr. Zhuang was different from the previous ones, so he didn't give up, and replied quickly: "The county magistrate is a county magistrate, who is in charge of the common people."
Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and asked with a smile, "What else?"
Bai Shanbao was not an honest boy in the first place, if he had been honest, he would not have been called out by his husband often in the ethnology, and yesterday he would not have been able to make faces for Man Bao in front of his parents.
So Mr. Zhuang's encouragement, coupled with Man Bao's example, he rushed to answer with her.
Man Bao said: "The ones who earn the city fee!"
Shanbao said: "The judge."
Man Bao said: "For those who collect the grain tax, my family just paid the tax grain not long ago."
It was also that time that Zhou Zhoulang escorted the grain to the county town with the people in the village, so he got involved in gambling.
Shanbao said: "There are also those who catch thieves and those who make decisions for the common people."
Shanbao tilted his head to think for a while, scratched his head and said, "We must also persuade the common people to sow grain, grow mulberry and raise silkworms."
Man Bao said to him, "It's so stupid, our family is farming, and when the time comes, we will plant it ourselves. Do we need the county magistrate to persuade us?"
"Yes, if you don't believe me, you can ask sir. My grandmother said that to be a county magistrate, you have to persuade Ke Nongsang. My father died after meeting gangsters to persuade Ke Nongsang."
Mr. Zhuang didn't expect that after Shanbao became a martyr, his expression became more gentle. He reached out and touched his head, and said, "What you think is just the appearance you see, it's wrong."
The two children are ignorant.
Seeing the bewildered eyes of the two children, Mr. Zhuang's thousand words were blocked. The two children were still young, so they might not understand what he said.
Mr. Zhuang was deep in thought, his eyes were lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The two children waited quietly, and after not seeing him speak for a long time, Man Bao scratched his head, swayed his body from side to side, and accidentally bumped into Shan Bao.
Shanbao took a look at Mr., then bumped back with his small body.
Man Bao almost fell, blinked, and bumped back.
The two children seemed to be interested in competing, and while Mr. Zhuang was not paying attention, the two little bodies were next to each other, you pushed me hard, and I pushed you hard.
Mr. Zhuang was still contemplating, and when he saw the ant nest not far away, he had an idea in an instant. When he looked up and saw two children pushing each other, he couldn't help coughing lightly with a headache.
Man Bao and Shan Bao stood up in an instant, but because Shan Bao retracted his force faster, Man Bao was a little slower and bumped directly, knocking Shan Bao to the ground.
The two children rolled into a ball, and Mr. Zhuang was afraid that they would cry, but they got up from the ground and stood up.
Mr. Zhuang was funny and angry, so he waved to the two of them: "Come here."
When the two of them approached, Mr. Zhuang pointed to the ants on the ground and showed them, "What is this?"
The two children rushed to answer, "Ants!"
"Yes, this is an ant, so do you think it is good or bad?"
The two children were stunned, "There are good and bad ants."
"You have divided the county magistrates into good and bad, why can't the ants be good and bad?"
Man Bao said: "Then it is broken, because it robbed us of food, you see, they are delivering rice, it must have been stolen."
Shanbao nodded.
Mr. Zhuang laughed loudly and asked, "Then I won't ask you whether the ants are good or bad now, I'll just ask you what you saw."
Shanbao said: "They are queuing up to carry things."
Man Bao didn't play with ants less, so he knew a little more than him, and said: "It will rain when ants move."
Mr. Zhuang asked her, "How do you know that it will rain when the ants move? Have you seen the rain coming?"
The two children looked up at the big sun in the sky and shook their heads at the same time, but Man Bao insisted, "My mother said that it will rain when the ants move."
Mr. Zhuang nodded, "Then let's see if it will rain today."
Shanbao whispered to her, "The sun is so bright, how can it rain?"
Man Bao also hesitated, because this was what her mother and the others often said, so she remembered it, but she hadn't really paid attention to it before, whether it would rain if the ants moved.