Zhang Ling hummed in a low voice: "It's delicious, but not as delicious as the food in school."
"Then what do you usually eat in Yucai?"
"In the morning, I eat milk and egg buns. At noon and evening, I eat stewed lamb chops and stir-fry vegetables. There are many kinds that are basically different every day."
Zhang Dongxiang smiled.
On this point, Fang Zhengyi has a clear conscience. It seems that the standard of the canteen where they went to Yucai Primary School to eat has not been lowered.
The chefs there are indeed extraordinary, and I remember the food they cook tastes better than at home.
After the meal was finished, the servants were about to step forward to clean up, but they saw that Zhang Ling was already holding his own small bowl and chopsticks and was about to leave.
Zhang Dongxiang said: "Ling'er, what are you going to do with the bowls and chopsticks?"
"Grandpa, I have to wash the dishes myself."
Wash your own dishes?
At the dinner table, the family members all looked at Zhang Ling in surprise, but Zhang Ling was minding his own business and left the dinner table with his short legs.
Zhang Dongxiang was even more ecstatic!
How can a child be so sensible? You actually do housework by yourself without the supervision of others?
Although this is the simplest chore that ordinary servants do, in many aristocratic families, the elderly follow the family motto.
He advocates being like a saint and putting his practice into practice, so he is not ashamed of doing odd jobs.
Instead, it is regarded as a cherished virtue!
Although many officials in the court have already made countless fortunes, they still maintain this diligent style, doing housework diligently, and even going to the fields to plant vegetables and collect manure themselves.
Now that he sees his five-year-old grandson taking the initiative to wash the dishes, Zhang Dongxiang feels happy.
His other grandsons have never taken the initiative like Zhang Ling.
The family looked at each other and then laughed.
Zhang Dongxiang even ran to Zhang Ling himself, stood behind him and watched his grandson finish washing the dishes, and said with a smile: "Good grandson, go and rest quickly, it's getting late."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his little head and said, "No, I want to study. Grandpa, where did you put my schoolbag?"
"Reading? You know a few words and just read. Can you understand? Did Principal Fang tell you to go home and study? You don't have to listen to him. Just listen to grandpa and just go and rest." Although Zhang Dongxiang was happy, he still Something feels wrong.
It feels a bit weird for such a young child to take the initiative to wash dishes and now have to take the initiative to read.
Maybe there is some homework left in school. What kind of books can such an old child understand?
Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "No, I want to study. Our principal Fang said, I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes, and I advise you to cherish your youth."
"Ha! What else did he say?" Zhang Dongxiang stroked his beard and rolled his eyes.
Another good poem came out, I will have to write it down later.
"Also, black-haired people don't know how to study hard early, and white-headed people regret studying late. When you study, you don't realize it's spring, every inch of time is worth an inch of gold. Encouragement in time, time waits for no one. If a young man doesn't work hard, the old man will be sad. It can only be achieved on paper. I finally realized that I knew I had to do this..."
Zhang Ling slowly recited half-que and half-que poems.
Zhang Dongxiang became more and more frightened as he listened. Finally, he couldn't help but tremble all over and shouted "Okay!"
This Founder is full of poetry and thoughtfulness!
I really can't help but praise him!
"These are all poems written by your Principal Fang?"
"Yes, yes. Our principal Fang said that he doesn't like to write poetry on weekdays, and poetry is the most wasteful thing for his brain, so he wrote rudimentary poems for several days in a row. I hope we can understand the true meaning of it. When we grow up in the future, from We will make up for it ourselves, and by then we will have accomplished something. By the way, Grandpa, will you let me study in Yucai?"
Zhang Dongxiang swallowed.
Just by relying on Fang Zhengyi's poems, I can make a thousand taels of blood and not lose five thousand taels!
But... this seems to be a bottomless pit. What will happen if Founder adds more money in the future?
Is it possible that becoming a grandson’s education can ruin the whole family’s fortune?
Fortunately, each family only recruited one, and sent all their grandchildren there. The old Zhang family’s six rooms in the capital were all empty, and they couldn’t afford to go to school!
Thinking that all six houses had been emptied, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but shudder.
Let’s talk about education. At present, the education for this child is indeed good, but it is not good enough to spend 5,000 taels for one semester.
Besides, there are so many people in the house, what if Ling'er's behavior is seen by other houses and they start making trouble?
Fang Zhengyi is obviously showing his fangs now. He opened the school just to make money!
Enrollment will definitely be expanded in the future. If a family sends a few more children to enroll in the expanded enrollment, it will really kill their lives!
No, we absolutely cannot send this child to Yucai again!
Zhang Dongxiang's eyes moved to Zhang Ling, who was still blinking and waiting for his grandfather's reply.
How to deceive the child is a problem right now... Just put it off, the child should forget about it after a few days!
Having made up his mind, Zhang Dongxiang changed the subject and said, "Ling'er, you go read a book first. Grandpa also has some things to do. Come on, let's get our schoolbags."
After that, regardless of Zhang Ling's objection, Zhang Dongxiang took his grandson's little hand and went to find his schoolbag.
Not long after they arrived in the study, Zhang Ling ran over when he saw the schoolbag on the table.
This schoolbag was also given by Yucai Primary School. It was embroidered with various cute animal images. The opening was fixed with buttons, and there were pockets on the left and right for holding water bottles.
When picking up the child, Zhang Ling had been carrying it on his back. Zhang Dongxiang hadn't noticed it yet. Now he looked at it carefully and found it quite strange, so he asked: "Ling'er, was this schoolbag given to you by the school? The bamboo tube on the side is dry What?"
"This is a kettle made by the school. When we go out, we are afraid that there will be no water to drink on the way." As he spoke, Zhang Ling had already opened his schoolbag, pulled out the books in it, and flipped through the catalog.
Well, I am really careful, I have considered all the details like making a small school bag.
"Ling'er, just sit here and read. If you don't know a word, ask grandpa." Zhang Dongxiang pulled up a chair and carried Zhang Ling up.
He glanced over and saw the contents of the book.
"The Crow Drinks Water", "The Fox Pretends to Be Powerful", "The Farmer and the Snake", "The Three Little Pigs"...
Zhang Ling turned to the article about crows drinking water. Zhang Dongxiang leaned over to read it. He knew it after just a few glances.
It is a simple story, but it seems to have profound meaning. Even though it is written in vernacular, it can be read to children.
There are two types of characters printed side by side, one of which is the simplified characters that Fang Zhengyi mentioned before, which is no problem.
But... I'm afraid this story has thousands of words. Can even my grandson understand it?
Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but stretched out his hand, pointed at the content, and said in a gentle tone: "Ling'er, do you know all the words here?"
Zhang Ling nodded: "I know everyone."
Zhang Dongxiang frowned, flipped through a few pages, and specifically selected an article with a lot of uncommon words and a larger article, and asked: "Do you know all the words here?"
"I know everyone."
Zhang Dongxiang's eyes showed shock, and he pointed to a word "黾" and said, "What does this word mean?"
"Nian Strider"
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