These four words, "Raising children to prepare for old age" must be implemented in a practical way. It is only appropriate to lay down the words while your son is still young and immature.
To Li Qinzai's surprise, Qiao'er seemed to be quite talented in reading.
It takes a few days to memorize the entire article "Hundred Family Surnames". It is remarkable that a child under five years old can memorize hundreds of family surnames in just a few days.
Anyway, Li Qinzai was not as good as him in his previous life. He had to memorize hundreds of family surnames when he was a child. His parents even coaxed and slapped him, and it took him more than ten days to memorize it.
The next step is to teach him how to read.
When it comes to writing, Li Qinzai feels a little guilty for no reason.
He is good at drawing and writing, but his aesthetics...
"First learn to write your surname. We all have the surname Li, so first learn the character 'Li'." Li Qinzai tried his best to look dignified.
Qiao'er nodded obediently.
A stick, a plate of sand, and the father and son were writing on the sand.
Li Qinzai wrote first, and soon the word "李" jumped out.
It doesn't matter if the word is ugly. Children are still young anyway and don't know how to appreciate beauty and ugliness. Children under the age of five are easily fooled.
Qiao'er also picked up the stick and followed suit, and quickly wrote the character "李".
Li Qinzai took a closer look and suddenly lost his temper.
Qiao'er's handwriting seems... slightly better than his in terms of structure and aesthetics.
This is too much. A child prodigy can't be this good, right? Where should I put the dignity of being a father?
"Ahem, it's barely okay. Although it's not strong enough and not beautiful enough, it's still a word." Li Qinzai commented calmly.
Qiao'er opened her innocent eyes and said, "Father, Qiao'er's handwriting is more beautiful than yours."
Li Qinzai stared: "Nonsense! Do you know how to appreciate it? My handwriting is beautiful, but your writing is ugly."
Qiao'er shook his head: "No, Qiao'er has been able to write this character for a long time. My grandma taught me it before. My grandma said that my surname is Li and I must write my own name well. Qiao'er wrote it many times."
Li Qinzai was relieved: "It turns out that you have been able to write this character for a long time. No wonder... well, it's barely good."
Qiao'er said stubbornly: "No, father, grandma said that the word Qiao'er wrote could be used to break into the house."
"Breaking into a house is a crime of robbery..." Li Qinzai rolled his eyes at him. The little guy is too upright. At this time, no matter who has good handwriting, he will not hesitate to flatter his father.
Qiao'er slowly came over and said weakly: "Father, after the autumn harvest, are we going back to Chang'an?"
Li Qinzai glanced at him and said: "Of course we will go back to Chang'an, that is 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 said quite unexpectedly: "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 doesn't dare to speak loudly. Zhuangzi is better, and the people in Zhuangzi are good. Father can catch and grill fish with Qiao'er, and be in the fields with Qiao'er."
Take a walk.”
Li Qinzai smiled and said, "I can play with you when I return to Chang'an."
Qiao'er pouted slightly: "When my father was in Chang'an, he lay in the yard all day without moving."
Li Qinzai's face turned ugly: "Children, don't talk nonsense. Those who don't move are dead people. Your father still has eighty years to live."
Li Qinzai gradually understood what Qiao'er wanted to express.
The Duke's Mansion is very large and grand, but the rules are quite strict, and elders like Li Ji and Li Siwen are usually very serious about words. As a child who has just entered the Mansion, it is normal for Qiao'er to be afraid.
It's different in Zhuangzi. When you go out, you can see the fertile fields, green mountains and green water. The servants in other courtyards are all friendly, and the villagers are also simple. Apart from being cheated out of 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 surnames, I will consider staying a few more days, how about?"
Qiao'er said excitedly: "Really?"
Li Qinzai said seriously: "Dad never lies to anyone, especially not to children."
Qiao'er immediately said: "Then please father, please make a written document like Qiao'er did the day before yesterday, as well as make a signature and fingerprint..."
Li Qinzai: “…………”
Is this retribution? It comes so quickly.
Consider whether to give him a spanking. The childhood of a child who has never been spanked is incomplete.
Li Qinzai pondered for a long time and said slowly: "It's okay to establish written evidence, but there is a small problem..."
"what is the problem?"
"Can you understand the signature I created? How many characters do you recognize?"
Qiao'er's eyes widened, and then she looked like she was hit hard, and her thin little shoulders slumped down: "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 little shoulders slumped.
Li Qinzai lay back leisurely and hummed a little tune proudly.
You little one, your wings haven’t hardened yet, do you want to make a big splash?
…………
Li Qinzai didn't mind staying longer in Zhuangzi. Anyway, he would just lie down when he returned to Chang'an City, no matter where he lay down.
By the way, it seems that he also became a young prison official. It didn't matter. The emperor allowed him to do nothing. Of course, Li Qinzai didn't care. He had 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 to the mountains and water every day and had a great time.
Qiao'er gradually became familiar with the children in Zhuangzi.
I have to admire the child's communication skills. Li Qinzai didn't even realize that Qiao'er was already playing with the children on Zhuangzi.
Surprisingly, as Qiao'er integrated into the circle of children in Zhuangzi, Li Qinzai's revised "Hundred Family Surnames" was gradually popularized.
The reason is that Qiao'er studies diligently and recites hundreds of surnames unconsciously when playing with children.
After memorizing a lot, the children in Zhuangzi gradually learned a few sentences, but their learning was uneven. Qiao'er couldn't stand it, so he simply taught them all step by step.
After a few days, almost all the children in Zhuangzi will memorize hundreds of surnames.
After one of the children came home, he memorized a few words in front of his parents. The villagers were shocked and then overjoyed.
These days, children from poor families don’t study. It’s not that they don’t want to read, but that they simply can’t afford it.
Ordinary farmers can barely make ends meet, and it is even more difficult to support a scholar. Counting from the time of enlightenment, the annual expenses for paper and pens, books, hiring a husband, etc. are a considerable expense.
After all the expenses, there is one more scholar in the family, but one less adult laborer. Ordinary farmers cannot afford it.
But after Qiaoer taught the children hundreds of surnames, the farmers were surprised and happy.
The farmers have little knowledge. How do they know that this is just an enlightenment book? When their children recite hundreds of surnames in a rhythm, the farmers only know that this is knowledge, knowledge that only scholars should 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 the fifth young master of the Li family. The villagers became even more grateful to Li Qinzai and his son.
Frankly speaking, knowledge these days is like a secret recipe and cannot be taught easily.
Even Confucius taught his disciples to restrain themselves. It can be seen that knowledge has a price, but Qiaoer taught it to the children in Zhuangzi for free. The villagers are simple and polite people, so naturally they will not show any signs.
So inexplicably, there were people standing outside the Li family courtyard early in the morning.
When Manager Song yawned and opened the door, he was startled by the dark crowd. Then he ran back with a pale face and the door slammed shut.
Soon the door was opened again, and Manager Song only showed his head, and he shouted in a stern voice: "What! What do you think! Are you here to cause trouble?"