It was extremely torturous to sit on one's knees. Even though Lin Wanwan had specially bought products from the modern era as a sample and asked the town's carpenter to custom-make a batch of small kneeling stools, it was still tiring.
Lin Wanwan was exhausted, let alone the children.
Pampered ones like Xiao Yu'er couldn't sit still at all and had already resorted to sitting on the ground. Lin Wanwan turned a blind eye and wasn't too strict with them.
The classes were divided into different areas. Those under the age of seven were in the east side, and those who were seven or eight were in the west side.
The children in the east side were only of kindergarten age, so she couldn't ask for too much. As for the western side, she would be stricter.
After the first cultural class, Lin Wanwan already wanted to make a bed that was suitable for sitting with her feet down. It was too painful to kneel.
