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Chapter 329 Difficult Teaching

Medical school must be established, education must be popularized, the sky must be ascended step by step, and rice must be eaten bite by bite.

Felissa realizes that what she wants to do may be much more difficult than she thinks.

In fact, she has been living in an ivory tower for so many years. Although she seems to be the lowest noble, even the nobles who are also barons can look down on her, but she is a noble after all, and she has come into contact with resources that ordinary people cannot touch in their entire lives.

,technical knowledge,

She can read, and she takes it for granted that civilians do the same. After all, she has never seen anyone who can't read, either in her previous life or in this life, or people who can't read have not exposed their inability to read in front of her.

fact.

She really misses the compulsory education in her previous life. At least she was not illiterate and everything she did was much more convenient.

The pharmacist saw her frowning face and reminded her: "It's okay to teach suturing, but to learn other things, you must know how to read."

"How do you know how to read, sir?" Felicia asked doubtfully. Before she went to the royal city, her mother was responsible for all her studies, including cultural knowledge and magic. They were all hired by her mother or her mother.

Teacher teaches.

The pharmacist replied: "Of course it was taught by my father, and my father also taught me medicine."

So except for the academy that teaches magic in the royal city, there isn’t even an academy in other places?

She actually never realized that there was no academy.

Is it feasible to build an enlightenment school in Cliff City?

The answer is unreliable, because no one thinks reading books is useful, nor do they think they can read books in their lifetime.

Oh, by the way, there are no bookstores anywhere in this world except the Royal City. All books come from basically only one source, which is family heirlooms.

This was the result of Felissa's investigation that took her several days. Because the wounded soldier camp already had enough manpower, she could take the time to learn about something she had never cared about or paid attention to before.

The fact is that civilians cannot understand the importance of knowledge.

To encourage civilians to learn, we can only open up a variety of technical learning channels and provide a visible future.

A few days later, as Olivia said, the people from the military camp who were learning how to sew arrived, along with Olivia's rabbits. It was said that they had given birth to a litter of rabbits after being left alone for a few days.

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That's okay, at least there is no shortage of rabbits, and there are materials for practicing sewing.

Olivia selected eight people, two of whom were obviously the leaders, one named Jason and the other named Mark.

They are all names that seven or eight people will turn around if you shout them on the street.

Jason lost a leg, Mark had half of his ear cut off, and the others were more or less injured and could no longer go on the battlefield. However, the pensions for such injuries were not much, after all, they had never been injured.

It doesn't look serious from the outside. They still have the ability to work, but to be honest, even if they have the ability to work, they can't do much. After all, they can only do manual labor.

These eight people followed along during the day and asked them to do whatever they wanted. At night, the pharmacist disembowelled the rabbit in front of them and sewed it up again, while explaining to them the key points of the operation.

The eight people looked at it in a daze, and Felissa couldn't bear to look at it and closed her eyes.

The operation was so fast that even she did not see clearly how the pharmacist was operating, let alone the eight people.

"Sir," Felissa raised her hand weakly, "could you explain it more slowly?"

The pharmacist obviously had no experience as a teacher. Suturing was not something he learned, but something he created by his own exploration, so he didn't know how to explain it to the confused people below.

"What didn't you understand?" the pharmacist asked.

Felissa replied: "I didn't understand anything."

The eight people who came to study nodded in agreement, and they saw the pharmacist threading the needle and thread, and with flying fingers, he sewed up the rabbit's wound like a garment. To be honest, they didn't even know whether the rabbit was still alive.

But the rabbit twitched twice, proving that it was indeed still alive.

The teaching came to a standstill, and the ten people stared at each other, not knowing how to proceed to the next step.

How did the teacher teach in her previous life?

Felissa stepped forward and took the poor rabbit off the stage: "Since it's the first day, let's start with the basics."

Basics, what is basics?

The eight ignorant people looked at Felissa blankly, and the knowledgeable pharmacist also looked at Felissa blankly.

Although Felissa never studied education in her previous life, psychology and education also have something in common, that is, how to guide the psychology of students or counselors.

It can be said that she was negligent in her duty. She did not consider in advance that the pharmacist had no teaching experience. She should have considered how to carry out the teaching task for him in advance and communicated with him well.

The first lesson when exposed to new things is of course to let them understand the tools they need to use.

What is the thread, what is the needle, what preparations should be made before sewing, and how to clean after sewing.

After Felissa straightened out her thoughts, it became much more convenient to teach. It was no longer a direct method of teaching, but letting students know the principles, which is the so-called "knowing it and knowing why it is".

With the help of Felissa, the teaching went smoothly, but the problem came again. There were too many knowledge points, and the eight people could not remember them, so they had no choice but to stop the teaching.

Why can't I remember these eight people? It's because they can't write.

Felissa had an old saying in her previous life: A good memory is not as good as a bad writing, but if you can’t write, how can you have a bad writing.

When Olivia came over to check the situation and received such a report, she was surprised: "I thought this was an easy technique."

The pharmacist said helplessly: "Originally it was a very simple thing, you just need to know how to do it, but Miss Felicia raised too many questions."

For example, when he said he wanted to do this, Felissa immediately asked why he should do it and what would happen if he didn't do it.

There are some issues that the pharmacist himself has never thought about. More importantly, in front of so many people, the pharmacist is embarrassed to admit that he has not thought about it.

Felissa didn't expect the topic to come to her, so she asked dully: "So is it still my fault?"

"It's not your fault," the pharmacist said tactfully, "it's just that you may have undue expectations for these people."

So, is she using her own experience to infer others?

Felissa looked at Olivia for help.

She really didn't know what to do at this time. She hoped that the pharmacist could explain the knowledge thoroughly, but the students couldn't understand it after explaining it thoroughly.

Her good intentions seemed to be of no use.

Olivia thought about it for a moment, then smiled, and said to Felissa comfortingly: "Maybe this is not a bad thing, just wait and see."

Then he said to the pharmacist: "Sir, there is no need to think too much. Since Felissa wants to ask, let her ask more. Then you can sort it out and record everything taught."

(End of chapter)