Cheng Chubi has always been a man of action, since he thinks about it, then he has to do it!

In the past, you could only think about a lot of things, but now it's different.

Nowadays, I can do a lot of things that I can think of.

This is the difference between a powerful and rich person and a powerless person who has no power and no money.

The next day, I found a vast place in the palace, and after a simple renovation, the Datang Royal Kindergarten was opened.

According to the regulations, they are sent to kindergarten in the morning and come back from school at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Basically, it is similar to those kindergartens and elementary schools in later generations.

Of course, it's more about letting them play along.

Children have been playing together for a long time, and their feelings have gradually become there.

According to Cheng Chubi's idea, these guys will have to be sent to an outside school in the future, of course, going to school under a pseudonym, not everyone can know the real name before graduation.

When I got up in the morning, the eldest grandson Yaoyao and others sent the children to the kindergarten, and everyone who was free was left in the kindergarten to watch the little children.

As the dean, Kong Shangxiang began to teach the children in the kindergarten to know simple knowledge such as one, two, three, four.

However, the main thing is to let the little ones have fun and have fun.

Whether he can become an elite or something, Cheng Chubi doesn't care at all, even if his children are all fools, they are definitely worry-free in this life.

Therefore, education should start from a young age, and you should never lose at the starting line or anything like that, and you don't have to worry about it at all.

Cheng Chubi only hopes that his children can get along in harmony and love each other.

Therefore, the main purpose of this kindergarten is to promote the feelings of relatives.

The younger ones are running around one by one.

The older ones, such as Yang Cheng and Li Cao, are on the side to help take care of their younger siblings.

After watching from the side for a while, Cheng Chubi left.

And Cheng Chubi hid in a room and began to write his own book.

The title of the book is "Cheng Chubi's Fairy Tale".

shamelessly wrote out the fairy tales that I had heard and seen in my previous life.

There are "Covering Your Ears and Stealing the Bell", "Waiting for the Rabbit", "Lying on the Ice and Seeking Carp", "Sitting in the Well and Watching the Sky", "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs", "The Frog Prince", "The Mermaid", "The Ugly Duckling" and the like.

For Cheng Chubi, these are simply easy to come by.

Unconsciously, the writing was engrossed, and it was already early afternoon, and Cheng Chubi didn't notice it at all.

"Squeak", a sound sounded.

The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in from outside, it was the eldest grandson Yaoyao.

"Haven't you finished writing yet?" The eldest grandson Yaoyao held a bowl of ginseng soup and said with a smile: "Husband, drink some ginseng soup first, you haven't eaten all day." ”

"Okay, hey, once this person is active, he will forget the passage of time, and my head is about to forget to eat, you say this, I feel a little hungry." Cheng Chubi took the ginseng soup and drank it.

"Husband, did you write these?" Eldest Sun Yaoyao looked at the words on Cheng Chubi's table and asked with a smile.

In this era, there are no fountain pens and ballpoint pens, no way, as long as Cheng Chubi writes with goose feathers dipped in ink, his fingers are a little swarthy.

It is said that you should wash your hands before eating and after using the toilet, so that it is hygienic.

However, Cheng Chubi can't manage it so much, and now for him, time is still quite precious, so he plans to finish eating this ginseng soup and then continue to work.

It seems that it has been a long, long time, and Cheng Chubi has no such enthusiasm.

In his previous life, he also had a dream of being a writer.

"Can I read what my husband wrote?" Eldest Sun Yaoyao asked.

"Well, what's not to do? Writing these things is for people to see, and you must know that these things are written by me with great pain. Cheng Chubi smiled and said, "If no one reads it, there is not much point in writing these things." ”

"So, please take a look at it and give me some comments and suggestions." Cheng Chubi's smile was even brighter.

The eldest grandson Yaoyao smiled slightly, took the manuscripts, and began to read them.

After a few years, Cheng Chubi's characters still look a lot better, and they still use block letters, Song style block letters.

You must know that in this era, people in Datang like to use Xingshu, cursive and Feibai.

It's a pity, for these, Cheng Chubi said that he can't write.

Especially cursive, let alone written, even if you write it yourself, I guess the next day I will forget what I wrote, so it's better not to write it.

"This ...... Is this really written by my husband? Eldest Sun Yaoyao asked.

"Yes, that's exactly what I wrote." Cheng Chubi smiled slightly and said, "What's it?" The story is wonderful, right? It's not me who blows, there will never be a second person in this world who can write such a wonderful story. ”

"Husband, this story is good, and this word is quite good-looking, but husband, you have made too many mistakes in this word, and some of them are still missing, and I even guessed before I guessed the meaning." The eldest grandson Yaoyao opened her mouth and said, "Moreover, the story of the husband is too white, right?" ”

Cheng Chubi seems to have forgotten that in this era, books are written in traditional characters, and Chinese such as Zhizhi is used to make articles, and this kind of vernacular is basically written by no one.

Even if you have only attended today's private school, you can open and close your mouth.

Classical Chinese has always been in the dominant position of Chinese literature, and it was not until after the fall of the Qing Dynasty and the New Culture Movement that vernacular literature began to rise.

The Tang Dynasty is obviously still in classical Chinese.

The story written by Cheng Chubi is not classical Chinese at all, no wonder the eldest grandson Yaoyao wants to ask.

"Hahaha...... There's nothing wrong with what you're saying, I did mean it. Cheng Chubi smiled slightly and said, "First of all, we are talking about stories, not articles. ”

"So, naturally, it was written according to when we usually spoke, and now that the children are still young, where can we listen to classical Chinese every day?"

"Don't talk about them, even if I listened to classical Chinese, if someone didn't translate it for me, I wouldn't understand what it meant, where are these things I wrote at a glance?"

"Secondly, the kind of text I use is simplified, that is, a simplified man, many predecessors have already used it, and now the kind of text we use is simply too complicated, and writing a word makes me feel my hands ache tightly."

Cheng Chubi said with a smile.

I'm so tired.,The author is a budding newcomer.,I have to go to work every day.,I can't write anything after work.,So the time is a little rush~~.

(End of chapter)