The four words "raising children to prevent old age" must be implemented. While the son is still young and ignorant, he will make a record of the characters first.

What unexpectedly happened to Li Qinzai was that Qiaoer seemed to be quite talented in studying.

The whole article of Baijia’s surname can be memorized in a few days. It is amazing that a child under five years old memorized Baijia’s surname can be memorized in a few days.

Anyway, Li Qinzai was not as good as him in his previous life. When he was a child, he had recited the surnames of Baijia. His parents even coaxed and slapped them. It took more than ten days to stumbling down.

Next, I will teach him to recognize words.

Li Qinzai was inexplicably guilty about writing.

He is good at drawings and writing, but his beauty is...

"Learn to write your surname first. We all have the surname Li, and learn the word "Li" first." Li Qinzai tried his best to make himself look majestic.

Qiaoer nodded obediently.

A stick and a plate of sand, 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 “ugly” is ugly. Anyway, the child is still young and does not know how to appreciate beauty and ugliness. Children before the age of five are prone to fooling around.

Qiaoer also picked up the stick and followed suit, and quickly wrote the word "Li".

Li Qinzai took a closer look and his face suddenly became a little uneasy.

The characters written by Qiaoer seem to be better than him, regardless of their structure or aesthetics.

This is too much. Children prodigy cannot be so magical, right? Where can I put my father's face?

"Well, it's okay to force it. Although it's not strong enough and the beauty is not enough, it's just a word." Li Qinzaiqiang commented calmly.

Qiao'er opened his innocent eyes and said, "My father, Qiao'er's handwriting is better than you."

Li Qinzai glared: "Nonsense! Do you know how to appreciate it? My handwriting looks good, and you write ugly."

Qiaoer shook his head: "No, Qiaoer has long been writing this word. I taught it before. Grandma said that my surname was Li, so I must write my name well. Qiaoer has written it many times."

Li Qinzai felt relieved: "So you have already written this word, no wonder... well, it's barely good."

Qiaoer said stubbornly: "No, my father, grandma said that the word Qiaoer wrote can be entered."

"It's a robbery crime to come in..." Li Qinzai gave him a blank look. The little guy is too straightforward. At this time, no matter who writes good words, he must flatter his father without hesitation.

Qiaoer slowly came over and said weakly: "My father, after the autumn harvest, are we going to go back to Chang'an?"

Li Qinzai glanced at him and said, "Of course I went back to Chang'an, where is our home."

"Isn't this here? Can you go back a few days later? Qiao'er likes to play in the village, but doesn't like Chang'an..."

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

Qiaoer said politely: "The mansion is too big and there are too many elders. Qiaoer dares not speak loudly. It is better for Zhuangzi and the people of Zhuangzi. My father can catch fish and grill fish with Qiaoer and take a walk by the field with Qiaoer."

Li Qinzai smiled and said, "I can play with you even when I return to Chang'an."

Qiao'er pouted slightly: "My father was lying in the yard all day long when he was in Chang'an, and he didn't move."

Li Qinzai's face looked bad: "Don't talk nonsense, children don't move, dead people are dead. Your father still has eighty years of life."

Li Qinzai gradually understood what Qiaoer wanted to express.

The Duke's Mansion is very large and grand, but the rules are indeed strict. Moreover, elders such as Li Ji and Li Siwen are usually serious. As a child who has just entered the mansion, it is normal for Qiao'er to be afraid in his heart.

The village is different. When you go out, you will find the world, the fields, green mountains and clear waters. The servants in the other courtyard are friendly, and the farmers are also simple. Apart from being deceived by someone, there are almost no other shortcomings.

In contrast, Qiaoer naturally prefers to stay in the village, at least there is no restraint here.

Li Qinzai thought for a while and said with a smile: "If Qiaoer can learn to write twenty words on the Hundred Family Names, I will consider staying for a few more days, how about it?"

Qiaoer said excitedly: "Really?"

Li Qinzai said seriously: "Dad never lie, especially children."

Qiaoer immediately said, "Then please ask your father to put a letter like Qiaoer the day before yesterday, and also write a seal and press..."

Li Qinzai: “…………”

Is it retribution? It came so quickly.

Considering whether to beat him up, children who have never been beaten are incomplete in childhood.

Li Qinzai pondered for a long time and said slowly: "It's okay to have a letter, but there is a small problem..."

“What’s the problem?”

"Can you understand the proof I have laid out? How many words do you recognize?"

Qiao'er's eyes widened, then she looked very hit and collapsed her thin little shoulders in a depressed manner: "Qiao'er can't understand..."

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

Qiaoer went to practice calligraphy with her little shoulders.

Li Qinzai lay back leisurely and hummed a little tune proudly.

Little girl, your wings are not hard yet, do you want to make a fuss?

…………

Li Qinzai didn't mind staying in the village for a longer time. Anyway, he was lying down when he returned to Chang'an City, and it would be the same wherever he lay.

By the way, it seems that he has become an official in the junior prison. It doesn’t matter. The emperor allows him to ignore the matter. Of course, Li Qinzai doesn’t care. He has two lifetimes of experience in silence.

After several days of autumn harvest, Li Qinzai and Qiaoer had no intention of leaving. The father and son went up the mountains and went down the water every day and had a lot of fun.

Qiao'er also gradually got along with the children in the village.

I have to admire the children's social skills. Li Qinzai couldn't see the truth. Qiaoer had already played with the children in the village.

Surprisingly, as Qiaoer merged into the circle of children in the village, the "Hundred Family Names" revised by Li Qinzai was gradually promoted.

The reason is that Qiaoer is diligent in studying and unconsciously recites the names of hundreds of families when playing with children.

After memorizing a lot, the children in the village gradually learned a few words, but they learned unevenly, so Qiaoer couldn't stand it, so he taught them all step by step.

A few days later, almost all the children in the village would recite the surnames of Baijia.

After the child was about to come home, he recited a few words in front of his parents. The merchants were shocked and then overjoyed.

These days, children from poor families don’t read. It’s not that they don’t want to read, but that they can’t afford to read at all.

It is difficult for ordinary farmers to support their families, and it is even more difficult to support a scholar. From the time of enlightenment, the annual paper and pen costs, book costs, the cost of the teacher, etc. are a considerable expense.

After the expenses, there was an extra scholar at home, but a single adult labor was missing, which ordinary farmers could not afford.

But after Qiaoer taught the children a hundred surnames, the merchants were shocked and happy.

The merchants had no knowledge, so how could they know that this was just an enlightenment book? When their children recited the hundred families with ups and downs, the merchants only knew that this was a knowledge, and that talents who read were worthy of.

Now my children have also learned this knowledge, which is a great kindness!

After careful investigation, I learned that this science was taught by the son of the Five Young Masters of the Li family, and the merchants became more grateful to Li Qinzai and his son.

It is hard to say that the knowledge these days is actually like secret recipes and cannot be taught easily.

Even Confucius taught his disciples to be punished, which shows that knowledge has prices, but Qiaoer taught them to the children in the village for nothing. The merchants are all simple and polite people, so naturally they will not be speechless.

So for some reason, outside the Li family courtyard, there were people standing early in the morning.

Manager Song was yawning and opening the door, and was startled by the crowd of black people, and then rushed back with a pale face, and the door slammed.
Chapter completed!