After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, Fang Jing and his son also came back from the office. Mo Ziwan waited for them to come back, took Fang Zhi and went to greet them.
"Grandpa Fang, Uncle Fang." Mo Ziwan greeted the two of them after walking into the hall.
"Here comes Wan Wan!" Fang Jing liked Mo Zi Wan very much and looked at Mo Zi Wan with a smile.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Grandma and I came in advance to wish Grandpa Fang, Grandma Yan, and uncles and aunts New Year greetings." Mo Ziwan bowed down as she spoke.
Fang Ji burst out laughing when he saw this, "Wan Wan, it's too early for you to say goodbye this year. Your grandpa Fang didn't even have time to prepare a red envelope for you."
Fang Jing's eyes widened at Fang Ji's laughter, "It sounds like you are ready, but Wanwan has also sent you New Year's greetings in advance."
Fang Ji was ridiculed by his own father and was speechless. After touching his nose, he said, "I didn't want to wait for the Chinese New Year to go to Lanwan Village. If I give it now, wouldn't there be no reason to go during the Chinese New Year?"
Mo Ziyuan followed the words and continued: "Uncle will bring everyone here, and I will take you to visit our luncheon meat workshop, papermaking workshop, and school."
"And our medicinal herbs, our medicinal herbs are growing really well."
After talking about workshops and schools, Mo Ziwan also didn't forget to show off their medicinal materials.
"Okay, we must go and have a look." Fang Ji said.
Fang Zhi heard that he could visit the paper mill and asked, "I want to see how paper is made. Can I see it?"
Mo Ziwan replied: "Of course." Then she explained, "Our papermaking mill is different from other people's papermaking mills. Everyone in the village knows how to make paper. It's not a secret."
"Why is this?" Fang Ji asked. What he knew was that no matter workshops, restaurants, restaurants, not to mention medical clinics, they all had secret recipes. How could they all be made public?
"My godfather said that villagers live their lives depending on the weather. If the weather is good and the weather is good, they can still have enough food and clothing. If the wind is bad and the rain is bad, and there are exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, life will be miserable."
"My godfather saw that the people in the village were having a hard time, working day and night, and things were not getting better, so he found a way to open a paper mill, let everyone in the village participate in paper making, and pay everyone every month. We will also distribute dividends to everyone at the end of the year. As long as our paper sales are good, everyone's life will be better soon. Uncle Xie's bookstore has already made an agreement with us. From now on, all the paper used in the bookstore will come to us." Mo Ziyuan was proud of said.
"Your godfather is very generous. Don't talk about the interests of the workshop. This paper-making method is a chicken that makes money. If you want to make it public, you will make it public. You have courage!" Fang Jing sighed.
If Han Shuxian knew that Fang Jing said this about him, he would probably be ashamed. This is not what I thought, it was not Wanwan's idea.
Fang Ji also said with emotion: "Brother Han is really a role model for us to learn from!"
Mo Ziwan pursed her lips and snickered, "My godfather is awesome!"
"Your godfather is great, so the goddaughter he trained is also great!" Fang Jixiao said.
Mo Ziyuan responded shyly: "I want to learn more from brother Fang Zhi."
Fang Zhi hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't say that to me. I don't have the ability to teach people to read. And you just taught me arithmetic! I learn like you."
As soon as Fang Zhi finished speaking, Fang Jing and Fang Ji burst into laughter, and Mo Ziyuan said in a lower voice: "Brother Fang Zhi is very good at reading. I have benefited a lot from reading your book."
Fang Zhi: "Both and each other, if Sister Wanwan comes to Beijing often, I will definitely benefit more. Why don't I go to your village to study too, and you teach me!"
At this time, Mo Ziwan didn't care about exposing her inner thoughts, "Brother Fang Zhi, you should stay in the Imperial College. I also want to come to you from time to time to inquire about the teaching situation in the Imperial College."
Fang Zhi rolled his eyes at Mo Ziwan, "Isn't there a better person to inquire about?"
Mo Ziyuan replied without blushing or out of breath: "If Uncle Fang is busy with something, wouldn't it be more convenient for me to come to you?"
"Yeah, I can't help you. You can come at any time or not. I'll find someone to send it to you when I have new study materials." Fang Zhi was very concerned about Mo Ziwan.
"As for your information, I will have someone send it to your sister Wanwan in the future." Fang Ji spoke.
"Thank you, Uncle Fang." Mo Ziyuan thanked her immediately, "We don't want to follow the Imperial Academy to teach, but the Imperial Academy is our first school after all, and the teachers are all equally good. I just want to learn more, learn from each other's strengths, and work hard. Teach the children in the village better."..net
"If you were a boy, you would definitely become the pillar of the Dafeng Dynasty in the future." Fang Jing put his hand on the side of Mo Ziwan's head and said.
"Girls can also make a difference. I want to be like my father and help many, many people in the future." Mo Ziyuan said innocently.
"Ambitious."
At this time, Fang Jing also lamented like Mo Tingyu, which family is so unlucky to lose such a good baby.
Fang Ji came over and hugged Mo Ziwan, "Let's go to the study with uncle and talk about what you have been teaching the village children recently? Also, what did you call Brother Fang Zhi just now?"
"Brother Fang Zhi hasn't learned the math problem yet, but I've read it in the book." You can't blame everything on Han Shuxian, otherwise when you ask him when you meet in the future, he won't be able to explain it and the secret will be revealed.
Fang Ji smiled and said, "I thought it was your godfather who taught you this again."
Mo Ziwan leaned on Fang Ji's shoulder, "My godfather said that he didn't learn much arithmetic before, and then he stopped studying, let alone memorized it. After teaching me some simple things, he let me read and learn by myself."
"Then tell your brother Fang Zhi how you read and study by yourself, so that he won't come and ask me from time to time and delay my work." Although Fang Ji said he was disgusted, he didn't think so in his heart. His son is smart. I don’t know how happy I am.
"It means to understand the example questions, do it again after you understand it, and then do other questions after completing the example questions. If you don't understand, ask someone who knows it. When my godfather took me to the academy, I asked the teacher A lot of questions."
After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, Fang Ji said to Fang Zhi out of context: "Did you hear that? Your sister Wanwan said that you should understand the example questions, and then you can do the questions."
Fang Zhi raised his eyes and glanced at his own father, "Well, I heard it. First understand the example questions, and then do the related questions. If you still don't know something, ask someone who knows it. My son will definitely not disturb his father too much in the future. .”
Fang Ji was choked speechless by his son's serious attitude. Sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. Just like now, he is also unforgiving of words.
Mo Ziyuan obeyed and quickly changed the subject, and asked casually, "Uncle Fang, will brother Fang Zhi take the college examination next year?"
"It's still early for him. He'll give it a try in another two years."
"Brother Fang Zhi will be as old as my brother Qingyuan when he took the exam in two more years."
