Didn't you say last time, sir, that as long as I wrote a story, my husband would teach me how to do business? ”

The little girl smiled brightly, sat opposite Zhang Xiang, and looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Xiang held her hand-copied book in her hand, which was similar to the last time she showed Zhang Xiang, but the story above was rewritten by her, and it was in the form of classical Chinese.

Seeing that Zhang Xiang was also big for a while, he almost didn't know that this was a fairy tale he had said.

He found that the advantage of writing fairy tales in classical Chinese was that they were short, clear, and easier to express meaning than in vernacular.

A small story of nearly 10,000 words was originally written in classical Chinese and shortened to about 1,000 words, or even a few hundred words, and the feeling expressed became vivid and interesting.

For example, "Snow Queen": In a certain country in Sixi, its monarch has no queen, and he is very worried, so he worships God and asks for a son. has a daughter, her hair is like sandalwood, her skin is like ice and snow, and everyone in the country calls her Snow Ji. However, his misfortune was that his mother died early, and the king married the bride, and the country was also beautiful. And through the witch, in view of the inner room, the spirit asked: Lingjian attached to the wall to know the back and front, who is the face of the country? Answer: The appearance of the future is unparalleled, and no one can match it. Then he was overjoyed......

Another example is "The Emperor's New Clothes": vernacular text "The emperor trembled a little, because he seemed to think that what the common people said was right." But he thought in his own heart that the parade must be finished." When written in classical Chinese, it becomes: "The king is afraid, and those who return to arrest two (jiān) will flee." (jiān) 人也(jiān), but honest and wise, can be deceived by it."

“…… Everyone looks at his clothes, but he doesn't see the child, is the child stupid? Or is it sincere......"

The advantage of this is that it is written quickly, and the book is written quickly, and the meaning of the story in the details may have changed somewhat, but the general meaning has not changed, and if you are worried that the child is small and does not understand enough, you can also annotate at the back of each story, so that it looks much easier.

After briefly reading a few stories, Zhang Xiang closed the book.

The little girl couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?" Sir, am I writing okay? ”

Zhang Xiang nodded and returned the book to her: "Very well written." ”

"Really? Can that sir teach me to do business? The little girl asked excitedly.

Zhang Xiang smiled and said, "Qianruo, when you wrote this story, did your grandfather know?" ”

"Yes! I even showed it to my grandfather! The little girl laughed happily.

"And what did your grandfather say?"

Su Qianruo said seriously: "Grandpa said that the stories told by Mr. are very reasonable, and since Mr. left the academy, the children in the academy have taken the truth in the stories told by Mr. as the criterion for reading and writing, and they are very studious." ”

"It's just...", the little girl pursed her lips, "It's just that since Mr. left the academy, they can't hear new stories, so I really want to be like Mr. and tell them the same story, but I can't say it, I just want to think a little bit every day, and then write a little bit, until one day, I can write such a good story like my husband, and I will let all the students see it." ”

"The ideal is good." Zhang Xiang nodded slightly: "But do you really know what doing business is?" ”

"You know, it's about trading." The little girl hurriedly replied.

Zhang Xiang said: "Well, doing business, that is, to make money, if you write a story like this and sell it, there are not many people on the market who are willing to buy it, even if it is a penny, many parents may not want to buy it." And a book like yours costs at least five cents, and then you count the labor costs, the wages of the guys, and miscellaneous things, you have to sell at least one or two silver to make a profit, otherwise it will be a loss-making transaction. And a tael of silver, for many ordinary families, is even more reluctant to spend. ”

"Why?" Su Qianruo was shocked.

Zhang Xiang said: "Because these parents feel that these books are harmful to their children, not only will they not buy them, but they may also make trouble with the government and say that these books have harmed their children." ”

"Huh?" The little girl was surprised: "Sir's story is so good, and it makes so much sense, why don't they want to buy it?" Why do you want to sue the government? ”

Zhang Xiang didn't know how to explain the various reasons to her, so he could only ask: "Let me ask you, did your grandfather not like you to watch such stories at first?" ”

"Hmm" Su Qianruo nodded her little head and replied: "Grandpa didn't like it at first, and he often scolded me!" ”

"And you know why?" Zhang Xiang asked her.

Su Qianruo replied again: "Because grandpa said that these books are not good, and I don't know why they are bad, but I think they are very good!" ”

"Later, why did your grandfather agree to let you read it again and let you write it?" Zhang Xiang asked again.

Su Qianruo replied again: "Grandpa said that Mr.'s story makes sense, and the truth in it is worth learning, so there is no objection to me reading it." ”

"That's right." Zhang Xiang said with a smile: "This is the problem, everyone who is so knowledgeable like your grandfather will not object to it after they understand it, but among the people, how many people are as knowledgeable as your grandfather?" More of them have never read a book, and the truth is naturally more difficult to understand, they don't understand, and they feel that this is not good in their subjective consciousness, so they don't want their children to read it, they think that books like "The Book of Songs", "The Mean" and "University" are what children need to read. ”

"But those books are boring, boring, and difficult to understand, and they are not interesting at all!" Su Qianruo pursed her lips.

Zhang Xiang said seriously: "Qianruo, in fact, compared to the truth, the truth contained in those books is the most profound, the stories I am talking about are not worth mentioning at all compared with the truth of those books, but you are difficult to understand, so you feel boring and boring, but as long as you grow up, understand more knowledge, and learn more truths, you can understand the greatness of those books." The reason why you think these stories are good is because they are interesting, and when you are interested, you have the heart to understand, so that you can discover the truth, but if you fail to find them, for you, it is an idle book. ”

The little girl listened studiously and nodded from time to time.

Zhang Xiang said: "So, this can't be compared, the four books and five classics, the hundred schools of thought are our cultural heritage, those stories are just books to assist learning, through the way of storytelling to make you more interested in learning, such as the "Book of Songs", "The Mean" and "University" do not understand the truth, then you will suddenly understand after reading these stories to find the truth related to it, oh, it turns out that this is what it means. ”

The little girl's eyebrows were curved, and she nodded a little as if she didn't understand.

Zhang Xiang continued: "In short, this thing is not so easy, so you really want to write a story and make everyone willing to buy it, it takes time, and you can't rush. ”

"Sir, can I write out the story and send it to the children of the world without making money?" The little girl asked suddenly with wide eyes.

"Uh..."The corners of Zhang Xiang's mouth twitched fiercely, this girl really dared to say, and said patiently: "Don't eat the pears of the ownerless, we are not engaged in charity, not to mention how big the cost is, just like this, many people think that this is not a good thing, and they dare not ask for it, you see your grandfather running a school, if there is no funding from those outsiders and businessmen in Pingzhou, can it still be done?" In the same way, if you were to give it to children all over the world for free, how much money do you think is enough? ”

"So, silly girl, you have an unrealistic idea, those who know know that you are doing a good deed, but those who don't know think that you are lying, often many people like you with original intentions will eventually become more indifferent people." Zhang Xiang smiled and said: "This person's heart, if you are not kind to others, others will be kind to you, understand?" ”

"Sir..." the little girl called him, she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, and finally she could only nod: "What Mr. said, Qianruo remembers." ”

Zhang Xiang said: "Don't worry, I will talk to your grandfather about this matter, if your grandfather agrees, the money will be issued by me at that time, and the books will be printed by me, and you will be responsible for writing the story." ”

"Thank you, sir." The little girl was instantly happy.

Zhang Xiang said: "Look at this collection of words you wrote, it's basically the stories I told you, so let's do it, I have time to come over every day, I'll tell you some new stories, you write it down, and then write it slowly after you go back, now I'll tell you a few!" ”

… Night gradually fell, and Su Qianruo finally listened to several new stories told by Zhang Xiang with satisfaction.

Zhao Hanyan had already gotten up, and when he saw Zhang Xiang telling Su Qianruo a story, he didn't stay long, but just asked Su Qianruo to stay for dinner.

After staying with Su Qianruo for dinner, Zhang Xiang asked people to send Su Qianruo back.

On the way back to the west room after sending Zhao Hanyan, Zhang Xiang apologized to her softly: "I heard from the little slave this morning that the princess kept me all night last night, and Ming Heng drank a few more drinks last night, and I hope the princess will forgive her sins if there is any rudeness." ”

Zhao Hanyan shook his head lightly: "You are my husband, you are drunk, I don't take care of you, can you still let someone take care of you?" It's just that if the horse wants to go to the Qinglou in the future, there is no need to hide it from Gao Ping, Gao Ping said that this aspect can give the horse a relief......"

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