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wall?
Luo Yong stood in front of the wall, listened carefully and found that it was coming from the classroom next door.
Listening to the sound feels like a heavy object hitting the wall.
"What's going on?" Luo Yong frowned and walked out of the classroom.
"Master Hou, what are you going to do?"
Arriving outside Han Ce's classroom, Luo Yong looked at Han Ce and asked.
"Sorry, did I interrupt your lecture? I'm pressing on the blackboard!" Han Ce pointed to the hanging blackboard. "This thing is much easier to use than your sand table."
Han Ce explained to Luo Yong.
Luo Yong looked at Han Ce blankly, and then at the blackboard behind Han Ce.
The black lacquered boards directly occupy most of the wall, which looks a bit weird.
"Is this the blackboard?"
"That's right!" Han Ce nodded. "Writing on this is much easier than writing on a sand table." Han Ce said proudly.
"this?"
Luo Yong still can't figure it out, can writing be written on this thing?
They all use the sand table for teaching. The teacher writes it on the sand table, and then the students step up to watch it, and then write it again on the sand table in front of them.
What is this blackboard?
It was the first time Luo Yong saw it.
Han Ce and Luo Yong were chatting when Du Wei walked over with Yan Zhenpan.
"Old Yan, you can't let him go!"
Du Wei reminded Yan Zhenpan that Han Ce is a black sheep.
Arriving in front of the classroom, Han Ce was chatting with Luo Yong in full swing, and the two of them didn't see Yan Zhenpan and Du Wei at all.
"Um!"
Du Wei coughed lightly and made a sound to remind the two of them.
"Sacrificial wine! Siye!"
Han Ce and Luo Yong immediately bowed in salute.
"Luo Yong, you are not giving lectures in the classroom, what are you doing here?" Du Wei reprimanded Luo Yong, now the time should be in the classroom, not chatting with Han Ce here.
"What Si Ye said is, I'll go back right away."
Luo Yong immediately walked to his classroom after hearing Du Wei's words.
"Old Yan, Luo Yong is not to blame for this incident. I interrupted his lecture. He came to me to see what happened! Ask why."
Han Ce explained for Luo Yong, after all, it was because of Luo Yong.
"It is against the rules of the Imperial College to disturb other people's lectures!"
"I know, Si Ye may deduct the money, if it is not enough, I will make up for it myself!" Han Ce knew what Du Wei wanted to say next, so he immediately answered first.
"Master Hou, why are you late these two days?" Yan Zhenpan asked.
"Old Yan, I made a blackboard and chalk. This thing is definitely a reform, it can replace the sand table!" Han Ce immediately showed Yan Zhenpan and Du Wei what he had made.
Go into the classroom.
A large black painted board on the wall.
"This is it?"
Yan Zhenpan pointed to the blackboard on the wall and asked,
"That's right!"
"How decent is this, take it off quickly!" Du Wei immediately ordered the two people beside Han Ce to take the blackboard off the wall when he saw the blackboard.
There are portraits of saints hanging on the wall. At this time, Han Ce took down the portraits of saints and hung a blackboard, which is simply lawless.
"Wait a minute!"
Han Ce told the two people beside him to stay still.
"How can Si Ye become so decent?" Han Ce pointed to the blackboard and became serious.
I have been busy for two days, and what I got was not a compliment, but a sentence that was decent.
"Hanging on this wall is a portrait of a sage, which is a symbol of my sage's way. If you take down the portrait and hang such a dark and shabby thing, it is an insult to my sage!"
Du Wei also said seriously.
Han Ce smiled.
"Si Ye's true respect can't be reflected in a portrait, but in the heart!" Han Ce found that the old man Du Wei was a stubborn existence.
"It's good to hang the saint's portrait here, which is admirable, but its value is far inferior to the blackboard I am hanging now. Even if the saint knows it, he won't blame me!"
Han Ce patted the blackboard on the wall, this is the real and useful thing.
"Qiaoyan is fickle!"
?Du Wei obviously did not agree with Han Ce's words.
In Du Wei's eyes, the saint is an inviolable existence, and the saint is the supreme existence.
"Facts speak louder than words!"
Han Ce didn't continue arguing with Du Wei either.
Han Ce turned around and walked into the classroom, picked up a piece of chalk, "Mr. Yan, what are the blackboard and chalk like, you can see for yourself!" Han Ce turned around and wrote two lines on the blackboard.
On the blackboard, the words written in white chalk look particularly eye-catching.
Every stroke is very clear.
In an instant, Yan Zhenpan and Du Wei were attracted.
"There are roads in the mountains of books, hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ??learning!"
Yan Zhenpan read it carefully several times.
These two lines of words gave me a lot of shock, but it was more about the blackboard and chalk.
"Although the sand table used in the past is not bad, it is too far behind the blackboard. When writing on the sand table, some gestures cannot be displayed at all, and some students can't even understand it. But the blackboard is different! He can clearly see every stroke , and can take care of all the students.¡±
Han Ce looked at the child in front of him.
"Some of them are smart and some are not smart. Since it is teaching and educating people, it must be comprehensively taken care of, not only for the smart to learn, but also for the unsmart to learn!"
Han Ce put down the chalk and asked Yan Zhenpan to make an evaluation.
Yan Zhenpan walked to the blackboard.
Picking up the chalk in Han Ce's hand, he lightly wrote a few words on the blackboard.
"Then what if the blackboard is used up?" Yan Zhenpan asked. Although the blackboard is big, it cannot be used forever.
Once it is full, it is useless.
The sand table is different.
"It can be wiped!"
Han Ce took out a cloth and raised his hand to wipe off the words written by himself and Yan Zhenpan. There was no writing on the blackboard.
"How about it?"
"Okay, okay!" Yan Zhenpan nodded, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Immediately inform that every classroom has a blackboard and the chalk you mentioned!"
Yan Zhenpan made a direct decision.
"Master Hou, you have made another great contribution!" Yan Zhenpan said emotionally.
Another one?
Han Ce naturally understood that he was talking about creating snow paper.
Seeing Yan Zhenpan's joy, Du Wei frowned and left the classroom without speaking.
"Old Yan, Si Ye?"
Han Ce reminded Yan Zhenpan in a low voice that Du Wei had already left.
Seeing Du Wei leave, Yan Zhenpan didn't immediately catch up, but looked at Han Ce, "He doesn't know how to do this, he's just a bit old-fashioned! You don't need to worry about it, Lord Hou!"
Yan Zhenpan said something for Du Wei.
"I know!"
Han Ce nodded. Of course, he didn't take Du Wei's matter against him to heart. If he really wanted to care about it, Du Wei wouldn't be standing in front of him like this now to embarrass himself.
Three days later, there were blackboards in every classroom of the Imperial College.
Han Ce's name became even more resounding in the Imperial College.
"Is this the so-called blackboard and chalk?"
A blackboard and a box of chalk were placed in front of Emperor Jingrui in the imperial study.
"Your Majesty is right, this is what Zhenbei Hou made. Mr. Yan said that this thing is much more useful than a sand table!" The little eunuch beside him explained to Emperor Jingrui. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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