Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 78 Popularization and Promotion
The four words "raising children to guard against old age" must be put into practice. While the son is still young and ignorant, it is appropriate to establish written evidence first.

To Li Qinzai's surprise, Qiao'er seemed to have a talent for reading.

The entire chapter of Hundred Family Names can be memorized in a few days. It is quite remarkable for a child under five years old to memorize Hundred Family Names in a few days.

Anyway, Li Qinzai was not as good as him in his previous life. He also memorized hundreds of surnames when he was a child. It took more than ten days for his parents to coax him to memorize them.

The next step is to teach him to read and write.

In terms of writing, Li Qinzai was inexplicably guilty.

He is good at drawing drawings, and he can also write, but the aesthetics...

"Learn to write the surname first. We all have the surname Li, so learn the character 'Li' first." Li Qinzai tried his best to look dignified.

Qiao'er nodded obediently.

A stick, a plate of sand, and the father and son wrote on the sand.

Li Qinzai wrote first, and soon the word "Li" came out.

It doesn't matter if the word is ugly, anyway, children are still young and don't know how to appreciate beauty and ugliness. Children before the age of five are easy to be fooled.

Qiao'er also picked up the stick and imitated the example, and quickly wrote the character "Li".

Li Qinzai took a closer look, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Qiao'er's handwriting, no matter the structure or the aesthetics, seems to be... better than him by a little bit.

This is too much, can't a prodigy reach this level?Where to put the face of being a father?
"Hey, it's barely okay. Although it's not strong enough, it's not beautiful enough, it's just a word." Li Qinzai commented calmly.

Qiao'er opened her innocent eyes and said, "Father, Qiao'er's handwriting is better than yours."

Li Qinzai stared: "Nonsense! Do you know how to appreciate it? My handwriting is beautiful, but yours is ugly."

Qiao'er shook her head: "No, Qiao'er knew how to write this word a long time ago. Grandma taught her before. Grandma said that my surname is Li, so you must write your own name well. Qiao'er has written it many times."

Li Qinzai was relieved: "It turns out that you knew how to write this word a long time ago, no wonder...well, it's not bad at all."

Qiao'er stubbornly said: "No, my lord, Grandma said that the word Qiao'er wrote can be entered into the house."

"Entering the house is a robbery crime..." Li Qinzai gave him a blank look, the little guy is too upright, no matter who writes beautifully at this time, he must flatter his father without hesitation.

Qiao'er slowly approached, and said weakly, "Father, after the autumn harvest, shall we go back to Chang'an?"

Li Qinzai glanced at him and said, "Of course we go back to Chang'an, that's our home."

"Isn't it here? Can you come back a few days later? Qiao'er likes to play in Zhuangzi, but doesn't like Chang'an..."

Li Qinzai was quite surprised and said: "Chang'an City is much more prosperous than here, why don't you like Chang'an?"

Qiao'er said coyly: "The house is too big and there are too many elders, so Qiao'er dare not speak loudly. It's better for Zhuangzi, and the people of Zhuangzi are better. Father can catch and grill fish with Qiao'er, and live with Qiao'er in the field. Take a walk."

Li Qinzai said with a smile: "I can play with you when I go back to Chang'an."

Qiao'er pouted slightly: "When Father was in Chang'an, he lay in the yard all day long, not moving."

Li Qinzai's expression turned ugly: "Children, don't talk nonsense. Those who don't move are dead. Your father still has 80 years to live."

Li Qinzai gradually understood what Qiaoer wanted to express.

The Duke's Mansion is large and imposing, but the rules are stricter, and the elders like Li Ji and Li Siwen are usually unsmiling. As a child who just entered the mansion, it is normal for Qiao'er to be afraid.

It's different in the Zhuangzi, where you can see the world, fertile fields, green mountains and green waters, the servants of the other courtyard are kind, and the farmers are also simple, except for being cheated into three grilled fish, there are almost no other shortcomings.

In contrast, Qiao'er naturally prefers to stay in Zhuangzi, at least there is no restriction here.

Li Qinzai thought for a while, and said with a smile, "If Qiao'er can learn to write the twenty characters of a hundred family names, I'll consider staying for a few more days, how about it?"

Qiao'er excitedly said: "Really?"

Li Qinzai said seriously: "Father never deceives anyone, especially children."

Qiao'er immediately said: "Then please father, please make a written receipt like Qiao'er did the day before yesterday, as well as a stamp and fingerprint..."

Li Qinzai: "..."

Is it retribution?It came so fast.

Consider whether to beat him or not. A child who has not been beaten has an incomplete childhood.

Li Qinzai pondered for a long time, then slowly said: "It's fine to establish written evidence, but there is a small problem..."

"what is the problem?"

"Do you understand the written evidence I made? How many characters do you recognize?"

Qiao'er's eyes widened, and then, with a look of shock, she slumped her thin shoulders: "Qiao'er can't understand..."

Li Qinzai sneered: "So, you'd better learn to write with peace of mind, little illiterate."

Qiao'er went to practice calligraphy with her shoulders slumped.

Li Qinzai lay back leisurely, humming a little tune proudly.

Small, the wings are not hard yet, want to shake the sky?

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Li Qinzai didn't mind staying in the Zhuangzi for a while, anyway, he would lie down when he returned to Chang'an City, it didn't matter where he lay down.

By the way, it seems that he is also an official of the young prison. It doesn't matter, the emperor has allowed him to let go of his affairs, and of course Li Qinzai doesn't care. He has two lifetimes of experience in messing around.

Several days after the autumn harvest, Li Qinzai and Qiao'er had no intention of leaving. The father and son went up and down the mountain every day and had a good time.

Qiao'er also gradually became familiar with the children in Zhuangzi.

He had to admire the child's social skills, but Li Qinzai didn't even realize that Qiao'er was already playing with the children in Zhuangzi.

Surprisingly, as Qiao'er integrated into the circle of children in Zhuangzi, Li Qinzai's revision of "Hundred Surnames" was gradually popularized.

The reason is that Qiao'er studies diligently, and unconsciously recites hundreds of family names when playing with children.

After reciting a lot, the children in Zhuangzi gradually learned a few words, but their learning was uneven, and Qiao'er couldn't see it, so she simply taught them everything.

After a few days, almost all the children on Zhuangzi could recite the surnames of hundreds of families.

After some child returned home, he also recited a few words in front of his parents. The farmers were shocked and then overjoyed.

Children from poor families don't study these days, not because they don't want to, but because they simply can't afford it.

Ordinary households are barely able to support their families, and it is even more difficult to support a scholar. Counting from the beginning of enlightenment, the annual cost of paper and pens, books, and the cost of hiring a teacher are not small expenses.

After the expenses, there are more scholars in the family, but one less adult laborer, which cannot be afforded by ordinary farmers.

But after Qiao'er taught the children a hundred surnames, the farmers were surprised and delighted.

The peasants have little knowledge, how do they know that this is just an enlightenment reading material, when their children recite hundreds of surnames with ups and downs, the peasants only know that this is knowledge, knowledge that scholars deserve to have.

Now my own children have also learned this knowledge, which is a great kindness!
After careful inquiry, they learned that this knowledge was taught by the son of Wu Shaolang of the Li family, and the farmers became more grateful to Li Qinzai and his son.

It is frank to say that the knowledge of these years is actually like a secret recipe, and it is not easy to teach others.

Even the disciples taught by Confucius have to be trained, which shows that learning has a price, but Qiaoer taught it to the children in Zhuangzi for no reason. The farmers are simple and polite people, so naturally they will not show nothing.

So inexplicably, people stood outside the gate of the Li family courtyard early in the morning.

When Guanshi yawned and opened the door, he was taken aback by the black crowd, and then rushed back pale, and the door slammed shut.

Soon the door was opened again, and Guanshi Song only showed his head, and said sternly, "What! What are you thinking! Are you here to make trouble?"

(End of this chapter)