The four words of "raising children and preventing old age" must be implemented, and while his son is still young and ignorant, he must first set up a note.

To Li Qinzai's surprise, Buckwheat seems to have a talent for reading.

The whole article will be memorized in a few days, and a child who is less than five years old will memorize the surnames in a few days, which is very remarkable.

Anyway, Li Qinzai was not as good as him in his previous life, and he also memorized hundreds of family names when he was a child, and his parents even coaxed and smoked, and it took more than ten days to stumble and memorize it.

Now it's time to teach him how to read.

In terms of writing, Li Qinzai is inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

He is good at drawing drawings and can write, but the aesthetics are ......

"Learn to write the surname first, we all have the surname Li, and first learn the word 'Li'." Lee tried his best to look majestic.

Buckwheat nodded obediently.

A stick, a plate of sand, father and son write on the sand.

Li Qinzai wrote first, and soon the word "Li" jumped out.

It doesn't matter if the word is ugly, anyway, the child is still young and does not know how to appreciate beauty and ugliness, and children before the age of five are easy to be fooled.

Buckwheat also picked up the stick and quickly wrote the word "Li".

Li Qinzai took a closer look, and his face suddenly became a little unbearable.

The characters written by buckwheat, both in terms of structure and aesthetics, look like ...... It's a shame to be better than him.

That's too much, a prodigy can't be so godly, right? Where to put my father's face?

"Ahem, it's barely okay, although the strength is not enough, the beauty is insufficient, it can be regarded as a word." Li Qinzai made a calm assessment.

Buck's eyes opened and said, "Father, Buck'er's handwriting is better than yours." ”

Li Qinzai glared: "Nonsense! Do you know appreciation? My handwriting is beautiful, and you write ugly. ”

Buck'er shook her head: "No, this word Buck'er can be written a long time ago, Grandma taught me before, Grandma said that my surname is Li, my name must be written well, Buck's Er has written it many times." ”

Li Qinzai was relieved: "It turns out that you would have written this word a long time ago, no wonder...... Well, it's barely good. ”

Buck'er said stubbornly: "No, father, Grandma said that the word written by Buck'er can be entered into the room." ”

"Entering the house is a robbery crime......" Li Qinzai glanced at him, the little guy is too upright, at this time, no matter who writes beautifully, he must not hesitate to pat his father's ass decisively.

Buckwheat slowly came over and said weakly: "Father, after the autumn harvest, do we want to go back to Chang'an?" ”

Li Qinzai glanced at him and said, "Of course go back to Chang'an, there is our home." ”

"Isn't it here? Can I come back a few days later? Buckwheat likes to play in Zhuangzi and doesn't like Chang'an......"

Li Qinzai said quite unexpectedly: "Chang'an City is much more prosperous than here, why don't you like Chang'an?" ”

Buck'er said timidly: "The house is too big, there are too many elders, Buck'er doesn't dare to speak loudly, it's better to be Zhuangzi, or Zhuangzi's people, my father can catch fish and grill fish with Buck'er, and walk in the field with Buck'er." ”

Li Qinzai said with a smile: "I can also play with you when I return to Chang'an." ”

Buckwheat pouted slightly: "When my father was in Chang'an, he lay in the yard all day long, and he didn't move." ”

Li Qinzai's face was not good-looking: "Children don't talk nonsense, it's the dead who don't move, and your father still has eighty years to live." ”

Li Qinzai gradually understood what Buckwheat wanted to express.

The Guogong Mansion is very big and magnificent, but it is true that the rules are relatively strict, and the elders such as Li Tao and Li Siwen do not smile on weekdays, and it is normal for Buck'er, as a child who has just entered the mansion, to be afraid in her heart.

Zhuangzi is different, out of the door is the heaven and earth, the green mountains and green waters, the people in the courtyard are kind, the villagers are also simple, except for being deceived by three grilled fish, there are almost no other shortcomings.

In contrast, Buckwheat naturally prefers to stay in Zhuangzi, at least there are no constraints here.

Li Qinzai thought about it for a while and said with a smile: "If Buckwheat can learn to write twenty characters on the surnames of hundreds of families, I will consider staying for a few more days, how about it?" ”

Buckwheat said excitedly: "Really? ”

Li Qinzai said: "Dad never deceives people, especially children. ”

Buckwheat immediately said: "Then ask my father to set up a note like Buckwheat the day before yesterday, and there is a drawing, press the handprint......"

Li Qinzai: "............"

Is it retribution? It came so fast.

Consider whether to beat him up, a child who has not been beaten has an incomplete childhood.

Li Qinzai pondered for a long time, and said slowly: "It's okay to set up a note, but there is a small problem......

"What's the problem?"

"Can you understand the notes I made? How many words do you recognize? ”

Buck's eyes widened, and then she looked like she was devastated, and she collapsed her thin little shoulders in a dejected manner: "Buck'er can't understand ......"

Li Qinzai sneered: "So, you better go and learn to write with peace of mind, little illiterate." ”

Buckwheat leaned her little shoulders and went to practice calligraphy.

Li Qinzai lay back leisurely and hummed a little tune proudly.

Small, the wings are not hard yet, do you want to turn the sky upside down?

…………

Li Qinzai didn't mind staying in Zhuangzi for a little more time, anyway, when he returned to Chang'an City, he was lying down, and it was the same wherever he lay down.

By the way, it seems that he has become an official of a young eunuch, it doesn't matter, the Son of Heaven has allowed him to leave things alone, of course Li Qinzai doesn't matter, he has two lifetimes of experience in terms of messing around.

After the autumn harvest for several days, Li Qinzai and Buck'er had no intention of leaving, and the father and son went up the mountain and into the water every day and had a lot of fun.

Buckwheat also slowly got acquainted with the children in the Zhuangzi.

I have to admire the children's communication skills, Li Qinzai didn't even see it, buckwheat has played with the children in Zhuangzi.

Unexpectedly, as Buckwheat integrated into the children's circle in Zhuangzi, Li Qinzai's revised "Hundred Family Names" was slowly promoted.

The reason is that buckwheat is diligent in learning, and when playing with children, they unconsciously recite the surnames of the hundred families.

After memorizing a lot, the children on the Zhuangzi gradually learned a few words, but the learning was uneven, and Buckwheat couldn't look past it, so he simply taught them all by hand.

After a few days, almost all the children in Zhuangzi will memorize the surnames of the hundred families.

After the child came home, he recited a few words in front of his parents, and the farmers were suddenly shocked and then overjoyed.

In these years, children from poor families do not read, not because they do not want to read, but because they cannot afford to read at all.

Ordinary households are barely able to support their families, and it is even more difficult to support a scholar, from the time of enlightenment, the annual cost of paper and pencils, the cost of books, the cost of inviting Mr., etc., which is a lot of expenses.

After the expenses, there is one more scholar in the family, but one less adult laborer, and ordinary farmers cannot afford it at all.

But after Buckwheat taught the children the surnames, the villagers were suddenly surprised and delighted.

The farmers have little knowledge, how do they know that this is just an enlightenment reading, when their children recite the surnames of the hundred families in a low voice, the farmers only know that this is learning, and only the scholars deserve to have the knowledge.

Now my own children have also learned this knowledge, which is a great kindness!

After careful inquiry, they learned that this knowledge was taught by the son of the fifth young man of the Li family, and the farmers became more and more grateful to Li Qinzai and his son.

Needless to say, the knowledge of these years is actually the same as the secret recipe, and it is easy not to teach others.

Even the disciples of Confucius have to be restrained, it can be seen that knowledge has a price, but buckwheat taught it to the children in the Zhuangzi plainly, and the villagers are all simple and polite people, so naturally they will not show nothing.

So inexplicably, outside the gate of the Li family's courtyard, it was full of people early in the morning.

When Steward Song yawned and opened the door, he was startled by the crowd pressed by the black, and then ran back with a pale face, and the door slammed shut.

Soon the door opened again, and Steward Song only showed one head, and shouted inwardly: "What! What do you want! Are you here to make trouble? ”