Chapitre 64: Chapter 64: If the father does not teach, it is the son’s fault
Feng Sheng pretended not to hear it, took a deep breath, walked to the podium, looked at the handouts in his hand, and continued to popularize common sense to the middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom: "...eat cooked meat as much as possible. Raw meat is unclean and can easily cause disease. Beef liver is a delicacy, but it should also be cooked."
I said it loudly but blurted out: "Beef liver should be eaten raw. Cooked beef liver has no taste at all!"
His voice was as loud as usual, as if he was shouting a slogan, and the other middle-aged and elderly people in the classroom also started talking when they heard it.
"Quiet," said the wind.
But he was only fourteen years old, he had neither eagle feathers nor a strong body, so he had no authority in front of the elders.
The middle-aged and elderly people were talking about whatever they needed to talk about, with no intention of being quiet at all.
Dasheng said that as his father, he naturally didn't care about his prestige. In addition to the noisy discussions around him, Dasheng said louder: "Son, try the raw beef liver and you will know that Dad is definitely not lying to you. Raw beef liver is really delicious."
"This is what the chief said. All meats, including beef liver, should be cooked!" Fengsheng spoke with a stutter, and it was obvious that he was emotionally unstable.
This is often the case with young teachers who face increasingly noisy and chaotic classrooms. Feng Sheng's situation was particularly severe, after all, the student who took the lead in disrupting classroom discipline was his biological father.
He said loudly, "Hey, didn't the chief say 'nothing is absolute'? I've been eating raw beef liver for many years, and nothing has happened to me."
At this moment, a middle-aged man among the students suddenly said, "By the way, have any of you ever eaten the stuff of a cow?"
"What is this?" people asked curiously.
"That's it." The middle-aged man's smile became obscene.
"Oh, you have no shame!" the women said one after another. "You old shameless man."
Seeing that the classroom was about to turn into a party, no matter how calm the atmosphere was, he couldn't help but blush and was ready to shout "Silence" a few times.
Yet before he even opened his mouth, the next words spoken aloud nearly brought him to the brink of collapse.
"I've eaten Niubi!" he said loudly and proudly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask my son!"
People immediately looked stunned and cast questioning looks towards Feng Sheng.
Feng Sheng's face turned red and white, and his clenched fists trembled slightly: "Can you please stop talking?"
"What's wrong? Didn't you eat it when you were a child? I fed it to you with my own hands, and you said it was delicious!" he said loudly.
The class was in uproar.
Feng Sheng's eyes were dazed and he could no longer speak: "..."
From then on until the end of the class, the whole class was filled with discussions about eating beef. I spoke loudly and proudly, becoming the center of attention, and taught everyone my secret recipes in detail.
Feng Sheng simply gave up teaching, sat in silence, and when the get out of class was over, he left the classroom without looking back.
He came to the door of another classroom, the one where white people and Comanches were taught the Apache language, and Ma Shao had just finished his class.
"Chief..."
"What's wrong?" Ma Shao waved his hand to signal Feng Sheng to follow him, and at the same time walked towards the chief's hall not far away.
The so-called Chief's Hall is just a name. In fact, from any angle, this chief's office and clan meeting room cannot be called a "hall". It is just a slightly larger wooden house.
The two entered the chief's hall and sat on the chairs. Feng Sheng said, "Chief, I don't want to be an assistant teacher or a teacher anymore. At least don't let me be an assistant teacher or a teacher in the literacy class."
Ma Shao looked at his haggard and depressed expression and guessed the truth: "Because of your father?"
The wind nodded.
Ma Shao was silent for a moment and said, "Although it may be a bit easy to say, I still suggest that you communicate with your father as much as possible."
"It's useless." Feng Sheng sighed, "He is not an ordinary father. He is a rare one... He can't even whisper. His name is like a curse."
"You are also rare, rare in excellence." Ma Shao was not talking nonsense. Feng Sheng was his first friend in this world, and he knew Feng Sheng very well.
Especially after the establishment of primary school, Feng Sheng showed quite amazing learning ability. He learned words very quickly and also revealed an outstanding talent for mathematics.
In just a few months, he was able to teach lower grades and literacy classes, and his math level was second only to Long Stick among all the students.
You know, Changgun is already in his twenties and is Ma Shao's earliest student. He is much older than Fengsheng both in terms of physical age and school age.
If he were in China, Feng Sheng would definitely be regarded as a young genius. Considering that he also has a stupid father, he might even have a chance to re-enact the famous scene of "The Injury of Zhongyong".
It's a pity that Indians have no tradition of attaching importance to cultural education.
Not to mention the importance of cultural education, even cultural education itself was just starting, so people didn't think the rumors were anything special. In fact, in the eyes of some people, academic performance was not as important as duel card results.
Even if a few people realize the importance of cultural knowledge, they will not feel how powerful the wind is. After all, there is an existence in front of them that is completely incomprehensible, that is, Chief Ma Shao, who is also fourteen years old.
Just as the presence of the blazing sun makes the stars no different from the sky, the presence of a horse whistle makes the sound of the wind seem no different from that of an ordinary person.
"A rare father and a rare son, isn't that good? Maybe he has given you all his wisdom." Ma Shao smiled.
The wind said nothing.
Ma Shao put away his smile and said seriously, "I don't know if you realize that we have entered a special era."
"Indeed." Feng Sheng nodded, "This is the change you brought. Our lives are now very different from before."
Ma Shao shook his head and said, "You may not understand what I mean. I am not talking about the result of change, but the process. In the past, our lives also changed, such as the horses brought by Europeans, but the changes were generally gradual."
"It's different now. The pace of change has accelerated. I hope to teach you the white man's knowledge and my own thinking as quickly as possible."
"Indigenous society may change more in the next twenty years than in the last three hundred and fifty years combined."
In fact, Ma Shao was being conservative.
If his plan goes well, the Indians will complete a journey in the next twenty years that would take many civilizations ten thousand years, and will fly from the Neolithic civilization to the electric civilization.
"What does this mean? It means a huge generation gap, an unprecedented generation gap - the Apaches in twenty years will generally be hundreds of years ahead of their predecessors in terms of knowledge."
The wind sounded thoughtful.
Ma Shao continued: "In a stagnant society, elders have an absolute obligation to educate their juniors."
"But in such a fast-changing society, not only do elders have an obligation to educate their younger generations, but younger generations who have grown up also have an obligation to educate their elders. So, Feng Sheng, if you love your father, you should shoulder the responsibility of educating him."
Feng Sheng thought for a moment, then said, "But, I don't seem to love him at all."
"..."Ma Shao's expression froze.
The air was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly a crow came in hurriedly from outside, as if there was something urgent.
Ma Shao asked: "What happened?"
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