Wang Gou'er looked sad, scratched his head, and said sheepishly: "Second Senior Sister, you are indeed right. The younger siblings below me have these nicknames."
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Ping thought about it carefully and found that this was actually very normal. After all, medicine was backward at that time, so he hoped to choose a nickname so that he could grow up smoothly.
After returning to Zhaojiazhuang, when her mother saw Zhao Ping coming with so many children, she was so happy that she smiled from ear to ear and rewarded each of them with a five-cent silver coin.
The four of them, Wang Qihu, originally looked good, but after putting on new clothes, they looked more energetic.
Although each person has two sets of new clothes, their old clothes are still carefully kept in a bag.
Their family is really poor.
At this time, watching Zhao Ping's mother reward each of her descendants with a silver coin, plus the silver coins rewarded by Zhao Ping, the children alone would have received one tael of silver, not to mention that the children also became apprentices, and the four of them burst into tears. With eyes filled with tears, they knelt down and kowtowed together and said, "Thank you, uncle, thank you master. I can only repay you for your kindness."
The mother-in-law greeted Zhao Ping and glanced at Wang Gouer's stepmother, Wang Xiangshi, and said, "Sister-in-law of the Wang family, I heard that you are pregnant. Is this possible?"
Wang Xiangshi glanced at Wang Gou'er, then at her own belly, and then replied cautiously: "Mother, the doctor has confirmed it, but it's been three months, so it's okay."
She was afraid that Zhaojiazhuang would not let her work.
She fears losing her income as a result.
Zhao Ping understood what she meant and had to arrange a job for her that the pregnant woman could do.
Zhao Ping turned back to his mother and said: "Mother, the stalls in Zhaojiazhuang are getting bigger and bigger now, and they need more and more manpower. And the craftsmen who work for Zhaojiazhuang don't have parents and elders to take care of them, so the children are prone to accidents. Besides, in the future, These workshops need more literate people to work.”
Speaking of this, Zhao Ping said: "How about this. Zhaojiazhuang runs two schools. One is a primary school, which teaches literacy, object research, medical skills, and arithmetic to children aged five to fourteen years old. The other is an infant school, which focuses on taking care of young children. You can also learn children's songs and learn simple calligraphy and painting. Mother, what do you think?"
My mother thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "We can set up a school, but we don't have a teacher."
Zhao Ping glanced at Cuizhu, Zhao Yilang and Zhao Erlang, then at Zhao Jie, then at Wang Xiangshi and said: "Sir, Cuizhu and I can be the ones. We mainly run primary schools here, and there are no requirements. High. We can also recruit people who are literate among the refugees, and it is not necessarily necessary to pass the examination, as long as people like my uncle are enough."
Zhao Ping's words temporarily eliminated his mother's concerns.
"As for the kindergarten school, it is even simpler. The eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family can also do it. The kindergarten school mainly takes care of these children and sings some nursery rhymes. It happens that the eldest sister-in-law of the Wang family is pregnant and cannot do heavy work, but there is still no way to take care of children under five years old. It’s a question. As for the salary, it’s six in primary school and three in kindergarten. Mother, what do you think?”
Zhao Ping can write poems and poems, so he is obviously competent.
The key thing is that Zhao Ping is a disciple of the gods.
If you can write beautiful articles and make tools, you will have no problem becoming a teacher.
But what about Cuizhu?
Since the school in Zhaojiazhuang needs to be run, it must be run well.
We must not let the reputation of Zhaojiazhuang Academy be tarnished.
So my mother gave Zhao Jie a look, and Zhao Jie nodded.
Mother looked at Zhao Ping and Cuizhu, and then asked Cuizhu: "Cui Zhu, tell me the truth, how many words can you know, and how is your arithmetic?"
Cuizhu thought for a while, then clapped his fingers and said, "I can recognize about two thousand Chinese characters, and I can already add, subtract, multiply and divide in arithmetic."
Zhao Jie stood up, took out the "The Analects of Confucius" he carried with him, and gave it to Cuizhu. Cuizhu opened the "Analects of Confucius" and read from "Xue Er Pian", "Wei Zheng Pian", "Ba You Pian" and "Li Ren Pian" , while drinking water, he read it out in a crisp voice.
Zhao Jie randomly selected words from these four pages, and Cuizhu also briefly stated the content and meaning of the words.
Zhao Jie asked about "Gongye Long Chapter", Cuizhu said embarrassedly: "I tell Zhao Wengweng that this slave has not learned it yet."
Zhao Ping knew that this "Gongye Long Story" was already about 1,200 words long, which was obviously beyond Cuizhu's ability.
Zhao Jie nodded, and then used the price and total amount of cloth purchased by Wang Qihu and four people today to evaluate Cuizhu.
As soon as Zhao Jie finished speaking, Cuizhu immediately gave the answer.
My mother also nodded. It seemed that not only was she a good teacher, but the disciples she taught were also good.
Zhao Jie looked a little confused, and then asked: "There are pheasants (chickens) and rabbits in the same cage today. There are thirty-five heads on the top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. What are the sizes of the pheasants (chickens) and rabbits?"
This is beyond the scope of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and was considered a difficult problem in ancient times.
My mother originally nodded and couldn't help but smile. After hearing this, my mother's smile suddenly stopped.
Obviously, she also knew that this question was very difficult.
Cuizhu thought for a while, and then followed Zhao Ping's example of using charcoal to perform calculations on a piece of paper using the "cross (x), slingshot (Y)" celestial characters that her mother and Zhao Jie could not understand. In just two minutes, Cuizhu gave the answer, there were twenty-three chickens and twelve rabbits.
My mother was a little stunned now.
Zhao Jie looked a little embarrassed, so he nodded, thought for a while, and asked: "Today there is one chicken, worth five; one hen, worth three; three chickens, worth one. If you buy a hundred chickens for a hundred dollars, ask the chicken How many are the father, mother, and chick?"
Zhao Ping took a look and saw that this was already a linear equation in three variables, and it was also an infinitive type. It was very difficult. It was one of the most difficult arithmetic problems in ancient China.
Cuizhu had just come into contact with the linear equation of two variables. Cuizhu thought for a while and finally gave up.
Zhao Jie then assessed the others.
Six-year-old Lan'er can recognize "The Analects of Confucius. Xue Er Pian" and more than ten Tang poems and Song lyrics and the addition and subtraction within ten.
Twelve-year-old Zhao Yilang can read the "Xue Er Pian" and "Wei Zheng Pian" at the beginning of "The Analects of Confucius", and can also recite thirty Tang poems.
Ten-year-old Zhao Erlang and twelve-year-old Wang Gou'er are between Cuizhu and Lan'er. Even eight-year-old Zhao Yiniang and six-year-old Erniang can recite ten to twenty Tang poems respectively. Even Xia, who is only three years old, The young lady can also recite five Tang poems including Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts".
Zhao Jie couldn't help stroking his beard and looking at his four children and grandchildren with a smile, his heart filled with unspeakable pride.
Wang Qihu and Wang Xiangshi couldn't help but be elated. They didn't expect that their son had achieved such good results in just one month after arriving in Zhaojiazhuang. Even Wangjiazhuang Academy probably didn't have such results.
No one expected that Zhao Ping would achieve this result in only about two months.
Zhao Jie thought for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Cuizhu can actually recognize more than two thousand characters, and his arithmetic is even more extraordinary. May I ask how Xiao Langjun did it?"
Zhao Ping is letting them experience the magic of this new pinyin and arithmetic knowledge!
Zhao Jie pointed to "XY" and asked Zhao Ping puzzledly: "Can you calculate faster with a fork and slingshot?"
Zhao Ping forced himself to hold back the smile in his heart, this housekeeper was too good at imagining things.
Zhao Ping pointed at XY and said: "This is not a fork and a slingshot, but XY. They are two unknown numbers. We can get the result by bringing the unknown numbers into the calculation."
Zhao Ping then introduced in detail how to use unknown numbers XY to perform calculations.
Not only Zhao Jie's family members listened attentively to the lecture, but even his mother also listened to Zhao Ping's explanation wholeheartedly.
Later, Zhao Ping explained how to perform calculations with examples.
After listening for a long time, my mother and Zhao Jie were able to use XY to perform simple calculations.
My mother carefully flipped through page after page of "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences" written in Pinyin. She chanted softly while asking Li Hanmei and Jiang Ying to play accompaniment.
Zhao Tian held "Arithmetic" in Arabic numerals and completely entered the world in the book, hoping to absorb the nutrients in it and prepare himself to inherit his father's business as a housekeeper.
Under the guidance of his nephew, Zhao Yun carefully read "Disciples' Regulations" in pinyin.
Zhao Jie was dumbfounded while flipping through "Three Hundred Tang Poems", pointing to the Tianfang characters on it, and curiously asked Zhao Ping for advice: "Xiao Langjun, what is this?"
Zhao Ping looked at it and said: "This is Pinyin. I use this to annotate all the characters. Uncle, do you find it difficult to use Qieyin to recognize them?"
Zhao Jie thought for a while, nodded, sighed and said, "Indeed, when using cut-yin, you have to use already familiar words to cut new characters, which is very difficult to get right. So what's wrong with your pinyin?"
Zhao Ping said patiently: "The difficulty in character recognition is due to the phonetic pronunciation. It is too complicated and difficult, which greatly affects the students' ability to read and read. There are sixty-three pinyin, including twenty-three initial consonants and twenty-four final rhymes. , recognizing and reading sixteen in total. As long as students have mastered the sixty-three pinyins, any other characters can be marked by clever combination of these pinyins and easily spelled out. It can be said that using this method to read characters will increase the speed by at least ten times. above."
My mother was also learning Pinyin under the guidance of Cuizhu, and she suddenly asked: "Ping'er, Wei Niang also thinks that your Pinyin is definitely faster for reading. But Wei Niang found that some of your Pinyin is not marked properly. It’s too precise, and some of it seems to be out of tune. I wonder if this is my mother’s illusion?”
Zhao Ping nodded, thinking that he was marking it according to the modern pinyin, which would definitely be different from the ancient Yayan, so he rolled his eyes and said: "The child did it in a hurry, there must be no fallacy, and there is no fallacy." Please correct me, my mother, my uncle, and all of you."
My mother carefully looked at the pinyin of "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences", pondered for a long time, then shook her head and said: "My mother is not a Jinshi, so there will inevitably be omissions in pronunciation. This must be marked clearly, even your uncle can't; and your teacher If Yuan Xuezheng devotes his whole life to it, it can only be said to be barely suitable."
At this point, my mother suddenly stopped, glanced at everyone, and then gently touched "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences" before continuing: "Even so, your pinyin will definitely be criticized or even criticized by scholars all over the world. Maybe being ruined is not impossible."
