MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 133

It's like hitting a stone into a water tank, and the water splashes.

"You mean, our children have the opportunity, the opportunity to learn like a noble child?" A father stood up excitedly, because he fell down because he didn't stand still. But he didn't care at all, he didn't even care that his hand was scratched by the gravel, he walked two steps quickly, and only stopped when he approached Qingchuan, and looked at Qingchuan with bright eyes.

"Yes. I can tell you definitely, yes!"

The father suddenly lost his expression, lost his voice, and lost his reaction. Because it was too incredible, and because it was too happy, my mind went blank.

"We can too?" asked a goblin mother eagerly with her baby in her arms. Her little eyes were full of longing, and this was an opportunity, an opportunity like no other. The goblin mother has a vague feeling that this may be an opportunity to change the fate of their group.

"All races, men and women, you are my subject, your child is also my subject, she can go to school, this is her right. No one, including me, can take it away This right belongs to the child."

The goblins are also crazy, they want to get learning opportunities, which is even more difficult than the human refugees.

No one looks down on a goblin, no!

As soon as they see them, they feel dirty, horrible, viral, stupid, lazy...Anyone who doesn't give them a chance, sentenced them to death before they even started.

But today, they feel they are just as respected, only today.

And tomorrow, the goblins feel they have captured tomorrow.

Many people cried, excited, moved, regretful... The cry seems to be contagious, and even ignorant children also cry in confusion.

Children don't realize this is an opportunity to change their own destiny, and their parents realize it. Especially after the "Remembering Life Regrets" just now, I became more and more aware of what kind of opportunity this is a missed opportunity that I can't have again.

"Lord, I have a daughter, she is outside, she has several children. Can I bring her in?" An old man wanted to hold on to this time for his grandchildren Chance.

"If she wants to be a territorial citizen, of course she can." Qing Chuan said with a smile.

"Lord Lord, and me, my brother is also outside..."

People surround Qingchuan, they express their demands to him, and their eyes chase him, as if chasing the hope of a new life.

"I have never seen such a scene. People love their lords as if they were in awe of their fathers, but also as if they were fond of their sons."

The four teachers not far away have been watching all this.

They are all people with higher education in this era, and they are not the same as those refugees. But the more this is the case, the more I feel that this lord is unfathomable.

The refugees have no vision, they are stupid - this is their old impression of refugees, but today they are all overthrown.

It is not that they have no foresight, nor are they foolish, but the door to wisdom is closed.

I can't tell what is preventing them from being smart and wise, not someone, not a law, or as the elf lord of Silent Land said, a system , a system set up by a certain upper class in order to ensure that their descendants will always be prosperous and prosperous.

Now this invisible gate has been broken in this remote corner.

"The lord has been guiding the conversation, guiding their emotions. Most importantly, he has allowed himself to live in the hearts of these people. All good leaders in the history books have this talent ." The bard said, "He's a natural leader, charismatic."

No matter how poor you are, you can’t be poor in education.

Qingchuan is a big fan of this saying.

On that day, he said he would set up a school, requiring children between the ages of seven and thirteen to go to school. As a result, the whole people became crazy and immediately sent their own children to the door. As long as they can go to school, they can do whatever they want.

Even these people don't just send their children.

Before the rainy season is over, they bring back more people from outside, everyone with children - they are attracted by free education and by the temptation to change classes of.

Even a few teachers couldn't help but go back and bring over some children from ordinary families that they used to be optimistic about. They were all children with good talents, but they were delayed by poverty.

Poverty is a cliff everywhere except here.

Because the lord used his own money and resources to build a ladder for all children.

As long as the child can read, there will be a way out in the future, what are you afraid of moving? Don't be afraid to move to the Quiet Collar.

It's not easy to be an apprentice these days. I work as a free laborer for the master's family until I leave the apprenticeship. After I leave the apprenticeship, I have to pay half of the salary until it is completely separated. Basically, those 10 or 20 years were just suffering, sweating and bleeding.

So the parents are ready to sell themselves halfway. I didn't expect that when the child passes by, it is said that the first thing is to measure the size and make clothes.

Huh?

Make clothes?

The former children, plus the children of the newly moved in, there are fifty-seven students in total, each one has a sports uniform, a autumn school uniform, a winter woolen cape, and A pair of black leather boots.

As the first batch of students, the most special students, they have preferential treatment.

The tracksuit is grey and black. The school uniform is a typical three-piece red plaid suit. The boy is a three-piece suit and a shirt, and the girl is a long skirt and a shirt. They are all brass buttons with Nirvana patterns on the buttons. There is also a badge on the chest.

The coat is made of navy blue woolen fabric with a dark red lining inside. It looks very spirited with cowhide boots. People here are used to wearing cloaks in winter. The nobles especially like the precious fur cloaks, and the middle class likes woolen fabrics, which can keep warm and protect from the wind.

Such school uniforms are very suitable for schools, and you can change into sports uniforms when you need to do activities.

Qingchuan pondered several plans, and finally chose these.

Uniform uniform is an important auxiliary prop for cultivating a sense of community and honor. This money must be spent, and it must be spent happily.

The school uniforms arrived in the hands of the children in a few days. When they took the bags home, the parents were stunned.

After living for so long, this is the first time I know that I can still get white school uniforms when I go to school. They know that some good schools have school uniforms, which are compulsory for the school. A set of several gold coins is a symbol of status. What they have seen, thought about, and secretly hoped for in their dreams. Now in the hands of their children.

"If this is a dream, please don't stop."

In the city, a cobbler makes such a pair of small boots, at least a gold coin.

A gold coin...Many people don't have a gold coin in their savings.

In fact, these clothes and shoes are one size larger than the child's size, because they are intended to be worn for two years. However, they did not feel that this was wrong at all.

Children of commoners have no concept of fit at all, or they have never worn tailor-made clothes. This set of clothes is the most suitable for them.

"Son, you put on it and see." His mother just said, the second sentence changed, "No no, you are too dirty, take a bath first, wash it thoroughly. There is no one Children of decent people are dirty."

The mother who never cared whether her child was dirty suddenly became very persistent. My father was helping Zhou, "That's right, it's too dirty, so I have to wash it hard."

She used large scissors to cut off the little boy's greasy and slightly long hair, and the nails that were all black mud. Then I used a brush to brush the child's entire body, and the whole body was red and bright, and a layer of skin was brushed off.

The little boy wailed all the way, watching the younger brother hug him tightly with lingering fears.

Although the clothes are beautiful, but because the clothes are so mixed with men and women, he still... still chooses clothes, after all, they are really good-looking.

"Good. You can wear these now."

The little boy was shivering like a lamb that had been sheared, a little excited, a little shy. The hostess looked up and down and said that there was nothing unclean.

The mattress in their house is made of hay, and there are inevitably some small bugs. The hostess of this house is very careful to put a clean cloth on the bed first, and then put those beautiful, decent and expensive clothes, and she is obsessed with the shiny copper buttons.

The boy puts on a shirt, trousers, a belt, then a vest and coat, and finally the boots.

"Brother, you look like a master." The five-year-old said this, the highest compliment he could think of. In his five-year-old life, the master was the most senior person in the world. He didn't have to work, and he had delicious bread and milk on his plate.

The boy's mother looked at him, her eyes suddenly red.

Yes, her son doesn't look like a farmer's son at all at the moment, he looks like a master, goes to school decently, and will have an easy and high-paying job in the future. She was just dreaming, she didn't dare to dream of such a thing.

This was a class barrier that could not be broken, and it was the ceiling of the peasants.

Now her son is like a young master of a wealthy family. For the first time, a woman finds her son's chest and abdomen very energetic. She saw a crack in the ceiling, revealing a light of hope.

There are many families who are experiencing the same thing. When the boys and girls in their family appear in the humble home with a new look, it is like some kind of signal, and it is like a dream they once had.

Most parents are always willing to give the best to their children, and also want their children to go to a beautiful distance that they could not go.

The young children can't understand why the father, who has always been as calm as a mountain, turned his back and wiped his tears silently. They just walked around the room happily wearing beautiful clothes, imitating The aristocratic teenagers they had seen before.

These children are so happy, they have not built a thick wall in their hearts because of reality, their dreams are like birds flying freely, flying to the golden sun with white clouds.

After getting the clothes, they will have to undergo a month of military training in order to exercise their discipline.

In fact, it is to judge the direction, stand at attention, take a breath, walk in unison, and then take a positive step and take a square. Nine people form a team, punish all punishments, reward all rewards, and build a sense of group. Then several teams compete against each other, using honor as bait to learn healthy competition.

During this process, children build social relationships, learn how to get along with others, and learn to place themselves in the group.

But it is also allowed to retain their own personality. The instructor should be good at discovering the characteristics of each child and encourage them more.

The only entertainment is to learn to sing the lead song of the silence collar - Nirvana, and to select six people for flag raising training. When the other children are raising the flag, they should stop, stand in a military posture, salute, watch the red flag slowly rise, and then sing the lead song together.

There is no doubt that this is the seed of 'I am a citizen of the Silent Territory' planted in the hearts of children since childhood, so that they have a strong sense of territory and collectivism.

The foundation of the Silence Collar is too shallow.

This is what Qingchuan never wants to see.

A month has passed quickly, and the children will officially start school. Each of them can bring a parent to the opening ceremony.

There is a very formal invitation, which is written on the parents of the respected classmates, and then invites them to attend the opening ceremony of the school on a certain day of a certain month. The background is a simple map, and the school's location has a nice architectural graphic.

A lot of children and parents are illiterate. The instructor told them one by one, what was written on it, the date and address, and who was invited.

The children brought the invitation letter back and repeated it word for word to the parents.

This is a very formal invitation to those families and a very important invitation. They put out their best gear and go to great lengths to look 'good'. The family with only one child almost fought for this place.

At this most important moment in life, everyone wants to leave a footprint.

This is the case with the old Jerry's family. He has a granddaughter who wants to go to school, but there are four parents in the family. The son who is still in prison is automatically excluded, and there are three remaining. The daughter-in-law has to take care of the youngest daughter, who was born soon, and voluntarily quit.

The only remaining opponent is the wife at home.

"Our Lisa has always been taken care of by me. She and my grandmother have the best relationship. But you, you often make the child cry, there is no doubt that I should be with me." The wife, who is always very gentle and doesn't like going out very much, said this while holding her granddaughter.

"My dear, only this time, only this time."

Old Jerry usually listens to his wife, but this time he really wanted to pass. So he made a promise that he would not attend all the children's opening ceremonies in the future, as long as this time.

In addition, the dyed fabric that just appeared in the mushroom house, he is going to buy a piece for his wife to make a skirt.

Mrs. Jerry was finally persuaded.

Not because of the beautiful piece of fabric, at least not all of it, but because old Jerry's eyes were like going back to when he was young, with energy, he really wanted to.

On the day of the opening ceremony, many people stayed up all night and were so excited that they counted the stars at night. Then when it was dawn, I couldn't wait to get up and put on the good clothes from the bottom of the box. Wash your face, brush your hair and beard, and put on a clean hat.

They ate a meal of grits made of freshly harvested wheat flour—because it was a rare good day, and they were willing to spend it extravagantly. Many people sell wheat to mushroom houses and exchange them for various other materials, such as soy sauce, mushrooms, sugar, cloth and the like.

The bread made by the new wheat is delicious. With a little yeast from the mushroom house, the baked bread is very soft. Several people were eating soft bread, chewing unconsciously in their mouths, not knowing the taste.

"Have you washed your face?" the father asked his son.

"Washed."

"Are your nails clean?" the mother asked her son.

"Washed."

"Have you ever used the toilet?" the grandmother asked the grandson.

"I've been there."

"Are you nervous?" the younger brother asked the older brother.

"A bit?"

"Okay, let's go." The grandfather lifted his crutches and tidied up his hat, feeling as eager as the eve of marriage.

Parents took their children out the door, meeting one by one on the road. Both children and parents are very excited.

Before they were training in the park, they had never seen their school, the instructor said it was a beautiful place.

What is the school like?

The children imagined that their future school should be built of neat stones, with delicate patterns on the doors, and shining candles made of beeswax, with curtains hanging by the windows. A large piece of expensive luxury hangs on the wall.

It was the best look they could imagine.

It's like a little church in the country, that's the best building in the country.

Parents are more realistic than their children. They dare not expect too good a school, the kind of high-rise building surrounded by stone walls that they have accidentally seen. Countless carriages and horses stopped at the door, and the servant stepped down, carefully supporting a child of a noble noble family and sending them into the door.

In places like that, when they get closer, there are guards to drive them away.

It doesn't matter, as long as there is a teacher, it doesn't matter even a dilapidated house.

The adults looked very nervous when they thought so.

They walked across the road and saw a black roof looming behind the forest.

"Is that our school?" asked a child? Because of the map on the back of the invitation, the school is a black building.

The roof looks very high and can still be seen through a forest. Adults don't want their children to be disappointed, but they also don't want them to expect too much and then be disappointed. They choose their words carefully, "Maybe...probably...maybe..."

They walked to the slate bridge in the center of the lake. At some point in time, guardrails were set up on both sides, and small colorful flowers were planted on the guardrails. Is this to prevent children from falling into the river on their way to school?

Such a thoughtful gesture warmed everyone's heart.

The other end of the stone bridge is a wide masonry road with a golden tree, Ginkgo biloba on both sides. The fan-shaped leaves fluttered in the air and fell all over the ground. It was like a golden avenue, extending far away, with light at the end.

"My God..." Humans' instinctive yearning for beauty strikes at this time.

They were a little too afraid to step into the world, feeling like they were destroying the painting.

The sun quietly sticks out of his head, the golden light is cut into sections by the branches, the golden leaves are flying, they are like flying butterflies falling on people's bodies and faces. The children couldn't help reaching out to catch this golden leaf, they were careful and sincere.

"In the future, will we take this road every day to learn? Mom, it is like the road covered with golden leaves in the story where the warriors seek to see the gods. There are golden trees on both sides of the road. fly."

The highest praise is gold, because gold is a very precious thing.

Under the coercion of time, people continue to move forward, they really want not to step on those leaves, but the ground is full, too many, and still will step on some.

Children collect the most beautiful ginkgo leaves, this is the best gift.

Crossing the golden avenue to an open plain, a new, dream-like world appeared in front of them.

The eyes looked greedily, and they forgot to breathe.

The temples of the gods made with all their imagination cannot compare with it, and the most beautiful adjectives cannot describe one or two. The beautiful reliefs on each masonry are the crystallization of wealth and art, and the reflective glass on each side is the boundary of another world that once shut them out.

This is the king's residence.

This is probably the greatest building the nation has ever built.

"Welcome to the First Academy of Silence." Qing Chuan at the door smiled slightly and brought them back to reality.

"Everyone, bring your family members, line up to enter. The flag-raiser is out." The retired soldier and current martial arts teacher looked at the sluggish parents with some pride. He coughed and put on a majestic stance. His muscles were very intimidating. The parents were startled, and the children immediately stood up in military posture.

The martial arts teacher blew the whistle and brought the lined up children all the way to the flat ground in front of the teaching building, and stood up in front of the flag-raising platform. There were three other teachers standing near the flag-raising platform, and parents were watching.

Parents crowded together a little panicked and a little helpless, like a pile of quails crowded in a corner of the cage, carefully looking at their children with their heads out.

Her aura, even a girl who is usually very gentle at home is like a tiger out of the cage.

The results of a month of training are now waiting to be tested.

"Take a break - stand at attention! Now, begin the flag raising ceremony."

'Boom-'

The thick bell rang suddenly, echoing on the ground.

The eardrums vibrated slightly, as if the ground was shaking, and the parents were a little panicked, but the children remembered what the teacher said before, and no matter how panicked they were, their bodies were still as straight as a sapling.

The calm parent looked at the child, a little ashamed and a little proud. The children, the teacher, and the lord all stood up straight and motionless. Affected by this solemn atmosphere, they unconsciously straightened their waists and remained motionless.

Then the second bell tolled, the third bell tolled, each time brought countless birds in the forest, and even the air vibrated.

"Begin the flag raising ceremony."

As soon as Qingchuan gave an order, the four children holding the red flag moved.

The four children, who were about the same height and short, were wearing a different and taller outfit, probably just changed.

Their arms are holding flags, and each step is the same arc length. Straight legs are like knives. Pulled out, pulled back, pulled out, pulled back, with a certain rhythm and struggle.

There are only four people, but they are majestic and imposing.

Old Jerry almost didn't recognize the frosty female warrior as his always shy granddaughter.

The four flag-guards handed over the flag to the flag-bearer, the flag-bearer erected the flag, and one hand held the flag at a 45-degree angle, waiting for the order.

During this period, there was no sound in such a large area, and the parents held their breaths for silence, wishing they were sculptures.

"All of them, salute!" Qingchuan ordered, all the children, including the teacher and himself, made salutes. It was another neat and uniform movement, which almost startled the parents. They hesitated and raised their hands in a somewhat unstandardized salute.

"Sing the lead!"