Not to mention that the little guys here are trying to memorize every word, on the other side, Zhu Song is still writing the initials, finals, and tones one by one......

By the time the two little guys rushed back excitedly, Zhu Song had already sorted out the pinyin in his memory. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Uncle Song, Uncle Song, we're back!" The two little guys blushed with excitement, and they didn't care about the rain on their heads, they looked at Zhu Song expectantly, and said, "We have learned this poem!"

"Okay, you two put that poem aside first, and I'll teach you the vowels of this poem first......" Zhu Song beckoned to the two little guys, picked up the rice paper he had prepared earlier, and wanted to teach the two little ones to learn pinyin.

"Uncle Song, what do you want to do here? I said I wanted to verify it! "Zhu Zhanji is not willing to learn.

"No, you have to learn!" Zhu Song put on a serious face and said: "There are not many words in this poem, and when we teach you this pinyin, our verification will be completed!" ”

"You didn't lie to us?" Zhu Zhanji also said.

"What's in it for me to lie to you?" Zhu Song spread his hands and said, "Do you two still have to learn?" ”

"Learn!" The two little guys saw that Zhu Song seemed to be angry when he saw the master, and nodded hurriedly.

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I have to say that the learning ability of the two little ones is higher than that of normal six or seven-year-old children.

When the time came to noon, there were a lot of scattered pinyin, and the two little guys had already learned part of it, at least the pinyin of this poem, they had learned it all.

When Yingxiang came to ask Zhu Song and them to go to lunch, before they entered the door, they heard a strange sound coming out of the house.

"Ahh......h Splash a case, the film ......"

The children's voices sounded very strange at first, and at first they sounded like they were singing, but when they listened closely, they looked like old pedants shaking their heads and reading ancient sayings.

"Squeak!"

Gently pushed the door in, there was no Zhu Song in the study, only the two little guys were each holding a piece of rice paper in their hands, and the strange sound of Fang Cai continued to come out of their small mouths.

Yingxiang looked a little strange, so she stepped forward and asked, "Two little boys, what are you doing here?" Listening to singing is not like singing, and reading is not like studying, isn't it? Can I see what you have in your hands......"

Before the words landed, Yingxiang came to Zhu Zhanji's side.

Zhu Zhanji glanced up at Yingxiang, raised his little hand and gave the rice paper to Yingxiang.

Yingxiang curiously took the thin piece of rice paper, but found that there were four lines of words written on the rice paper, which looked like poetry, but the calligraphy on this hand was so ugly, as if it was written by a six or seven-year-old child.

In addition, on the top of each line of the poem, there are many ghost drawings like tadpoles, which look particularly weird.

"Little boy, what is this?" Yingxiang asked.

"Sister Yingxiang, don't say you don't understand, even me and Huixuan are confused! Uncle Song just told us that this thing is called pinyin, this, this is called syllables, and the two of us are getting acquainted with it! ”

Zhu Zhanji heard Yingxiang's question, and wrinkled his little brows and complained bitterly.

Although the two little ones didn't understand why the unreliable Uncle Song wanted them to learn these things, they were full of resentment about that poem, and they couldn't learn it!

Pinyin, syllables...... What is this? "Yingxiang is actually literate, after all, she is Zhu Song's personal maid, she is uneducated, who will use him as a maid for the dignified prince?

"Little boy Zhanji, what are you learning this for?" Looking at these ghost-like things, in fact, Zhu Zhanji didn't need to say it, and the little girl also knew that these were all figured out by her Royal Highness.

Since His Royal Highness came back from Jiaxing Mansion, he often said some new words and made some new things, and Yingxiang was no longer surprised.

"Well, Sister Yingxiang!" Zhu Huixuan raised his head and said: "After breakfast, Uncle Song called the two of us to the study, saying that he would teach us to read and read, and wrote these pinyin for us, so that we could learn ......."

Zhu Huixuan told Yingxiang everything that happened today, and said a little Yingxiang in a daze.

"Those two little boys, where are your highnesses?" For the strange behavior of the little ones, Yingxiang can't figure it out and doesn't want to.

"Uncle Song...... We don't know! Zhu Huixuan shook his head and said, "But it should be back soon, right?" He also said that he wanted to verify the poem! ”

"Yo, are you all there?" Also at this stall, Zhu Song led an elegant figure in.

"Uncle Tsugi!"

Zhu Huixuan, who was still memorizing poems with his head down, raised his eyes and saw the elegant figure, and suddenly jumped three feet high excitedly.

"Zhang Xuan has seen Uncle Hu!"

"The servant has seen His Royal Highness King Zhou!"

Zhu Zhanji and Yingxiang also hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Hahaha, you two little ghost elves!" Zhu Lu smiled and touched the heads of the two little guys, and at the same time waved his hand at Yingxiang.

"Xiao Huihui, during this time in your Uncle Song's place, have you been disobedient?" Zhu Hu looked at Zhu Huixuan and asked.

"My nephew is very obedient!" Zhu Huixuan said very seriously: "I don't believe you ask Uncle Song and Brother Xuan!" ”

"Okay, Uncle Qiao believes in you!" Zhu Hu laughed.

"By the way, Uncle Hu, I can still read! Look at this poem, I'll read it to you, one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces...... Piece, qi, seven or eight pieces, thousands of pieces without ...... None, shu, several pieces, fly in...... In, lu, the reed flower is always gone! Uncle Tsuba, how's it going, how is it, isn't my nephew very powerful?"

The little guy was very excited when he saw Zhu Hu, and immediately read the poem on the rice paper as if he was offering a treasure.

During this period, those repetitive words are easy to say, after all, I have read so many times, but it is inevitable that a few words will forget how to read, so the little guy subconsciously spelled out according to the pinyin on the word.

"Oh?" Zhu Hu was very surprised, he glanced at the rice paper in the little guy's hand, and said, "Xiao Huihui, you are great, you know all these words!" It can't be that when you were in the house, a master taught you this, right? ”

Although Zhu Huixuan read the poems on the rice paper quite well.

But because of this, Zhu Hu didn't believe that a little guy who was only three or four years old could read a poem so slippery.

"Uncle Lu, when I was in the house, my father didn't ask me a master to teach me to read and write!" Seeing Zhu Hu's disbelief, Zhu Huixuan suddenly became anxious, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Brother Xuan!" This poem was only learned by me and Brother Xuan in the morning! ”

"What?" This time, Zhu Hu was surprised.

God, two children, this age is the time to be naughty, learning things is generally based on interest, but remembering it is also a matter of a short time, I am afraid that I will forget it when I turn my head.

Can it not be strange that these two little guys have only learned things in the morning, and they are still reading so slippery?

And Yingxiang is the same, she thought that these two little sons had already learned this poem, and their feelings were now learned and sold!

"Well, the poem that the two of them read just now was indeed learned in the morning!" As soon as Zhu Song saw the expressions of the two, he knew that the two were asking him for verification, anyway, they were telling the truth, what is this?

"Hey, look, look, Uncle Hu! Isn't my nephew amazing? As soon as Zhu Huixuan heard that someone had testified, he immediately looked at Zhu Hu as if demonstrating.

"This ...... Brother Song, what's going on with these two little guys? Zhu Hu looked at Zhu Song with some incredulity, and said, "No, this little guy is not good at reading...... Well, what is it? ”

snatched the rice paper full of words in the little guy's hand, Zhu Hu pointed to the pinyin on the extremely ugly words, and said: "These words don't seem to be able to read the little emblem, but they still read it!" ”

Zhu Hu is not so easy to fool, he remembers that Zhu Huixuan has a few words that are very unpleasant.

Zhu Song didn't answer Zhu Huan's words, but looked at the two little guys and said, "Huixuan, Xiaoxuan, do you still need me to verify it?" This stinky boy didn't recognize these words? ”

"Huh?" Only then did Zhu Huixuan and Zhu Zhanji react, and it seemed that it was the role of pinyin.

This, this is also amazing, right?