Zhang Dongxiang was stunned for a moment. The use of the word "黾" was obviously much less frequent than that of ordinary words. Not to mention the age of his grandson, there were not many people he could know even if he was five or six years old.
Moreover, Sun Tzu actually knew all the other words in this book, which shows that his literacy has reached a new level.
Is Fang Zhengyi's education method really so magical?
As everyone knows, when Fang Zhengyi customized the teaching materials, he specially buried some rare words for the children to learn.
Not to mention children, not even the later generation's Jiuluoyu, first-level, second-level, junior college, and even those who write bad online articles may not recognize these words. They have to go to Baidu to look them up.
If young children can learn such rare words, they will obviously be able to show off their faces in front of their parents.
This is education. It doesn’t really matter what children learn. What’s important is satisfying customers, and the school’s customers are naturally parents...
Then, Zhang Dongxiang found a few rare words to test, and Zhang Ling answered them one by one.
At this point, Zhang Dongxiang held his forehead and admitted the reality with wonder.
Seeing his little grandson immersed in studying, he was extremely satisfied. No matter how good Fang Zhengyi's teachings were, he couldn't be so unfaithful. It should be our kind!
He was a keen reader when he was young, so it is not surprising that his grandson behaves like this.
"Ling'er, there shouldn't be many classmates in Yucai Primary School who are as literate as you, right?" Zhang Dongxiang asked with a proud expression.
My grandson is so outstanding, but the children of his colleagues are not good at all!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "These characters are very simple. We all know them. If we don't know these characters, how can we read the book?"
What? How can this be!
Zhang Dongxiang was shocked: "Then how do you usually practice calligraphy?"
Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "Well... first teach us pinyin, and then learn to read."
"What is Pinyin?"
"Pinyin is Pinyin, it can help us recognize and read characters."
Zhang Dongxiang suddenly realized.
In phonology, there are people who specialize in teaching people to read and pronounce words. If there are no surprises, it should be the unique phonology method taught by Fang Zheng's family.
"You keep talking."
"In addition to literacy in class, the kindergarten teachers also tell us stories every night, but every time they tell us halfway through the story and stop at the exciting part. It's so hateful!"
"So our classmates in the dormitory had to find a dictionary and look it up by themselves to finish the story. As time went by, we learned a lot of these words."
Zhang Dongxiang nodded in approval.
It turns out that this is a good way to let children take the initiative to learn!
Zhang Ling continued: "There are activities every day in our school. There are various competitions, including singing competitions, running competitions, and literacy competitions... Our principal Fang said that this is called a daily competition. If you win the championship once You can give us a little red flower, and if you get a hundred little red flowers, you can get a twist car!"
Although I don’t know what a twist car is, this incentive mechanism is obviously very good.
Daily contest? It sounds like a really good idea, and Fang Zhengyi is indeed a good educator.
Just as he was about to continue asking, Zhang Ling said impatiently: "Grandpa, you are interrupting my reading. Can you please stop asking and wait until I finish reading?"
"Then look, it looks good." Zhang Dongxiang laughed sarcastically and sat back in his seat.
Seeing the little grandson reading a book with concentration, he was satisfied and began to deal with the official duties he had left in the court.
After more than twenty minutes, Zhang Ling closed the book, jumped off the stool and ran out with his calves.
Zhang Dongxiang glanced at it and didn't stop him.
Just secretly laughing in my heart.
After all, he is still a child. He says he is reading, but in fact he cannot sit still for much longer.
Just go out. It's getting dark, and servants will naturally take him back to his room to sleep.
Zhang Dongxiang lowered his head again and got busy with his own affairs.
...
The lights flickered.
In the study, Zhang Dongxiang was writing at his desk with an extremely serious expression.
Every document on the case must be reviewed in detail twice before writing.
While he was concentrating, a young figure swayed from the door.
Hearing something strange, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but raise his head.
When he looked up, he saw Zhang Ling holding a large wooden basin and walking towards him with some staggering steps.
Due to his unsteady gait, the water in the basin stirred up a splash, and Zhang Ling closed his eyes subconsciously.
When he opened his eyes, he looked directly at Zhang Dongxiang. He showed a childish smile and said: "Grandpa, wash your feet."
"..."
This scene almost made Zhang Dongxiang burst into tears. He stood up from his chair and took three steps at a time to reach Zhang Ling's side.
He grabbed the basin and said movedly: "Ling'er, servants will do these things. You are still young, so you don't have to help grandpa wash his feet."
"No, I'm not young anymore. Principal Fang said that I must fulfill my filial piety, so I want to wash Grandpa's feet!" Zhang Ling said stubbornly.
You won't let me wash it? Do I still have to finish my second assignment? !
Zhang Dongxiang sighed in his heart... Good teaching! Fang Zhengyi teaches well!
What a sensible grandson. I have so many grandsons, but only one grandson knows how to fetch hot water to wash his feet.
It's all worth dying for today!
Moved, Zhang Dongxiang showed a kind smile: "Okay, then you can wash it for grandpa."
As he spoke, he took the basin and walked to the side of the study to sit down.
Just as he was about to take off his shoes, Zhang Ling stepped forward and took the initiative to help him take off his shoes and socks, which made the old man feel moved again.
Putting his feet into the basin, Zhang Ling washed him carefully and said, "Grandpa, can I tell you a story?"
"Okay! Okay!" Zhang Dongxiang was overjoyed, and the wrinkles on his face bloomed for the Nth time.
In the study, the grandson squatted on the floor and washed his grandfather's feet diligently.
The grandfather lowered his head and listened happily to his grandson's story. It was a warm and harmonious scene.
"...The little duck swam, swam, and swam ashore!" After Zhang Ling finished telling the story, he wiped Zhang Dongxiang's feet dry, raised his head and said, "Grandpa, it's done."
To promote positive energy, it starts with me.
