Children's education is a big issue, both in past and present lives.
Children are relatively happy these days. There are not so many subjects, and there are no interest classes, improvement classes, or training classes that are springing up like mushrooms after rain.
Children more than a thousand years later are more tired than adults, and they don’t know what kind of talents this messy cramming education method has cultivated for the family and the country.
Childhood, adolescence, adulthood, every stage of life since I can remember, I can hardly find the happiness I should have. I have learned more skills, but my character has collapsed.
Li Qinzai didn't want his son to become like this, so he never put pressure on Qiao'er to study. He hopes that Qiao'er will have a carefree childhood. When he grows up, he will know that a beautiful childhood memory can heal all the pain in life.
Before leaving Chang'an, Li Qinzai did not assign much homework to him. With a little diligence, he could complete it in about three to five days. Other than that, he just practiced calligraphy.
Practicing calligraphy is not negotiable. Calligraphy is a person's facade. No matter how ignorant you are when you grow up, your handwriting must be beautiful.
Qiao'er fetched his homework, and Li Qinzai inspected it with a majestic expression, his sharp eyes darting between him and the homework from time to time. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the fog of life and reach the essence of things.
Qiao'er was frightened by his majestic eyes. Her small body shivered, her face was frightened, and she blinked rapidly.
Seeing his guilty look, Li Qinzai became more and more sure that there was something wrong with him, so his expression became gloomy.
Under the strong psychological pressure, Qiao'er finally couldn't help but said: "Dad, I'm wrong..."
"Where did you go wrong?"
"The child secretly tore out more than a dozen pages of the homework given by his father before he left..."
"Why did you tear up your homework?"
"Because the child wants to be lazy."
Li Qinzai was shocked: "Are you so confident?"
Qiao'er said aggrievedly: "My child is just telling the truth."
Li Qinzai said calmly: "Besides tearing up your homework, what other bad things have you done? In fact, I know all about it. I'll give you a chance to tell the truth. As a father, I want to see your attitude."
Qiao'er was frightened again and said honestly: "My child lit up the firecrackers and threw them into the stables in the mansion. The horses were frightened and almost overturned the stables."
Li Qinzai's eyebrows jumped: "What else?"
"The child was playing with fire in my great-grandfather's study and burned dozens of books..."
"anything else?"
"The child kindly fed the dog in the house, but the dog vomited all afternoon and almost died..."
Li Qinzai took a deep breath with a smile on his face, and kept comforting himself, it doesn't matter, it's your own, your own, it's up to you...
He was not a good person back then and was notorious all over Chang'an. Now he has no shame to pretend to be righteous and upright in educating his children. He lacks confidence.
"Any more? Let's finish it in one breath." Li Qinzai sighed feebly.
Qiao'er said carefully: "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it in one breath..."
"At such a young age, you have achieved an achievement that is too numerous to describe. You are so amazing!" Li Qinzai praised.
"Dad, are you really praising your child?"
Li Qinzai tried his best to smile: "You have caused so many troubles, if I still praise you, you will not be allowed to fly? Find a strong wall, stand facing the wall and think about your mistakes for an hour."
Qiao'er also felt that she was wrong and turned around to face the wall obediently.
Li Qinzai rubbed his forehead. After not seeing him for several months, his son had become a scourge of the Duke's palace. Will he be another notorious playboy when he grows up?
What's more serious is that this guy also has a group of classmates, who are either princes or children of powerful families. They all treat him as a treasure in their hands and love him. When he grows up, he will be better than his father. His father does all kinds of evil and takes responsibility for others. Qiao'er is probably a gang leader.
"After the punishment, copy the Tao Te Ching ten times! From now on, you must be a moral person!" Li Qinzai shouted at Qiao'er's back.
"Five Dynasties Rivers, Mountains and Winds"
Qiao'er was so frightened that she couldn't figure out what the Tao Te Ching had to do with morality, but she still said obediently.
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Li Qinzai was captured by Jin County Marquis yesterday, and today the news has spread throughout Chang'an City.
As Li Zhi expected, many veterans and censors expressed opposition.
He was in his twenties, the grandson of an English duke, and had a prominent family background. He could enjoy the shade under a big tree. No matter how great his achievements were, Li Qinzai should not have been granted the title of County Marquis at such a young age given his qualifications.
The tree is big and attracts the wind.
How can you joke about being a prince? The emperor is too ridiculous. Even if you still favor Li Qinzai, you can't give away titles like cabbage. Li Qinzai is being fed, but we are still watching helplessly.
Many courtiers worked their whole lives and were in coffins without even getting half a title. It was better for Li Qinzai. He was granted a title easily in his twenties. It was too unfair. How could it be embarrassing for those veteran ministers who had worked hard in the court?
So all the ministers jointly submitted a remonstrance, asking the emperor to take back the order.
The memorials flew into the Taiji Palace like snow flakes. The Minister of Public Affairs had already received Li Zhi's secret decree, and Xu Jingzong, the right prime minister, withdrew the memorials.
At the same time, the story of Li Qinzai's mission suddenly spread in Chang'an City.
From being assassinated on the way, to intercepting the Tibetan mission in tit-for-tat, from forcing the two countries to sign an alliance, to entering the Tibetan camp alone, and confronting Lu Dongzan tit for tat, from rescuing the people of Shanzhou to being trapped in the siege of Tibet...
One by one, one by one, people passed it on to ten, and passed it on to hundreds, and the more they talked about it, the more wonderful it became.
At the end of the story, Li Qinzai's image became higher and higher, comparable to Zhang Yi and Su Wu. The Tang Dynasty was fortunate to have Li Qinzai send an envoy to bring Tuyuhun into its territory by himself.
All the rumors ultimately tell one fact. Is it too much to be granted the title of Marquis for such a great achievement?
Looking at the people of the Tang Dynasty, besides Li Qinzai, who else could have done this mission so perfectly. A mere envoy helped the Tang Dynasty gain the vast land of Tuyuhun, which every emperor since the Sui Dynasty had been obsessed with.
Anyone who can do it can also confidently become a prince.
With the facts in front of him, the voices of admonishment and remonstrance in the court suddenly became much quieter.
After all, most courtiers want to lose face. It is understandable that they feel a little sad if someone else does something they cannot do, but if it is said that this is the emperor's fate, no one has the nerve to comment like this.
Li Qinzai was granted the title of Marquis because of his ability and capital.
At noon, waves of guests came to the Duke's Mansion to congratulate Li Qinzai on his title of Marquis.
Li Qinzai didn't know many of the guests at all, but he still treated them politely. After greetings, the guests took their leave and then another group came...
Li Qinzai felt really tired. If he continued to receive guests like this, he might not be able to help himself from collecting tips. He was a newly promoted county magistrate, acting like a male publicist.
A truly quality guest should be like Zi Nu, leaving his money silently and leaving without saying a word, without even saying goodbye.
