Chapter 18 Progress rather than separation
Everyone gathered around to watch these two new things. Jiang Zhiyu stood in front of the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and began to write on the blackboard. Other classmates looked at the clear handwriting on the blackboard and were amazed.
"That's amazing! This way we can see more clearly during class."
"Yes, and it is also very convenient to write with chalk, much better than using a brush."
The classmates started talking about it and praised the blackboard and chalk.
Seeing that everyone was so interested, Jiang Zhiyu began to explain how to use the blackboard and chalk.
She told everyone that the blackboard is made of wood or stone and is very durable, while chalk is made by grinding lime and charcoal into powder and mixing it with some water, so that clear handwriting can be written.
After listening to Jiang Zhiyu's explanation, the students in Xuan class were eager to try this new thing out for themselves.
He began to write on the blackboard. For a moment, the classroom was filled with the sound of chalk writing, and everyone was enjoying the fun brought by this new toy.
Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the Xuan class classroom.
The students in the classroom stopped writing and watched him walk in. Jiang Zhiyu smiled as he walked to the podium and took out his chalk and blackboard.
"Hello everyone," she said, "I am Jiang Zhiyu, a student in Class Huang. Today I want to share with you a new teaching tool - chalk and blackboard."
There were exclamations in the classroom. Some students looked at the chalk and blackboard in his hand, and some looked at him with curiosity and expectation. But Jiang Shuyuan and Zhang Xinyue's eyes were full of jealousy and dissatisfaction.
"Is this the student from your Huang class?" Jiang Shuyuan sneered, "How dare you come to our Xuan class and give us orders."
"That's right," Zhang Xinyue also said, "What qualifications do you students from Class Huang have to teach us?"
Jiang Zhiyu looked at them and felt a little disappointed.
She originally thought that her ideas would be supported by everyone, but unexpectedly it aroused the jealousy and troubles of these two people.
"Jiang Shuyuan," she said calmly, "I came here because I think chalk and blackboard can make our Imperial College's education more advanced. I believe this is also an opportunity for you."
The students in the classroom began to whisper, and some students looked at Jiang Shuyuan and Zhang Xinyue with eyes full of blame.
Jiang Shuyuan and Zhang Xinyue's faces became even uglier, but they didn't say anything else.
Jiang Zhiyu took out a piece of chalk and began to write down her thoughts on the blackboard.
The students in the classroom looked at her attentively and no one spoke.
Jiang Zhiyu felt relieved, she knew that her efforts were not in vain.
The chalk in Jiang Zhiyu's hand flew across the blackboard, dancing on the blackboard, leaving a string of clear and fluent handwriting. Her explanation was like a spring breeze, concise and thorough, and deeply rooted in people's hearts.
She skillfully uses words and vivid examples that ancient students could understand to explain the advantages of modern teaching tools and how they play an important role in improving learning efficiency.
“Look here,” she said, her voice full of conviction and determination, “By writing poems on the blackboard with chalk, everyone can observe and discuss together, and the knowledge will be easier to ingrain in our minds.”
The students responded enthusiastically. Some of them couldn't help but reach out to touch the texture of the blackboard, while others listened attentively to Teacher Jiang's teachings.
"This...this is so magical!" a student couldn't help but exclaim.
“Indeed, if there is such a tool, the difficulty of learning seems to be eased.” Another student agreed.
Jiang Zhiyu smiled, his heart filled with the joy of victory.
However, at this moment, Jiang Shuyuan suddenly stood up, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"This may be novel, but it is an external object after all." Jiang Shuyuan said, "Didn't our ancient learning rely on our character and understanding? I'm afraid such tools will only make us overly dependent on external objects and neglect our inner cultivation."
Zhang Xinyue immediately agreed: "That's right, and this blackboard and chalk are not easily available to us. If we continue like this, won't our classmates become jealous and cause unnecessary learning gaps?"
Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath. She understood that she had to clarify the truth at this moment, otherwise all her efforts might be in vain.
"Jiang Shuyuan, Zhang Xinyue, I understand your concerns." Jiang Zhiyu's voice was calm and firm. "But I promote these tools not because I want everyone to become dependent on them, but because I hope that through them, our learning will become more efficient. As for blackboards and chalks, I believe that as long as we persevere, one day they will enter every classroom."
The atmosphere in the classroom became tense, and Jiang Zhiyu felt everyone's doubts and uneasiness.
But she did not give up and continued to explain patiently, her eyes full of persistence and faith.
As time went by, the students began to gradually accept this new thing. The resistance in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by curiosity and desire.
"I will prove it to you," she vowed silently in her heart, "This tool will bring us progress, not division."
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"what?"
Shangguan Siye looked at Deng Ziqiu in shock, unable to speak clearly: "What did you say? Jiang Zhiyu invented the blackboard and chalk? How is this possible?"
Deng Ziqiu looked at his reaction and smiled softly, "I couldn't believe it at first, but the facts are before my eyes. This blackboard and chalk were indeed invented by Jiang Zhiyu. Moreover, the students in the Imperial College like them very much. They say that this new thing is much more convenient than the traditional teaching method."
Shangguan Siye still couldn't believe it. He looked at Deng Ziqiu, hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes wide and said, "Then, let's go meet Jiang Zhiyu and see how she invented this amazing thing."
Deng Ziqiu nodded, and the two of them went to find Jiang Zhiyu together.
Jiang Zhiyu was sorting books in her room. When she heard a knock on the door, she got up and opened it. She was a little surprised to see Shangguan Siye and Deng Ziqiu. "Why are you two here?"
Shangguan Siye looked at her in a daze, and after a while he said, "Jiang Zhiyu, I heard that you invented the blackboard and chalk. Is this true?"
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly: "It's true. What's wrong, don't you believe it?"
Deng Ziqiu looked at her and exclaimed, "Jiang Zhiyu, I really admire you more and more. This blackboard and chalk are really amazing."
Jiang Zhiyu smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment. I just want to make teaching more convenient."
Shangguan Siye looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Jiang Zhiyu, how did you come up with this idea?"
Jiang Zhiyu smiled slightly: "I have always wondered, why can't we write down knowledge on the blackboard with chalk like drawing? In this way, students can see the teacher's explanation more intuitively and review more conveniently."
After hearing this, Deng Ziqiu nodded in agreement and said, "This is a really good idea, Junior Sister Jiang, you are really a genius."