"Okay, you consolidate yourself, brother, there is a mother here."

Wen Nian interrupted the eldest son's words, "Xinxin also studies carefully, don't be distracted." ”

After settling down the two eldest ones, Wen Nian looked at his youngest son again: "Qing'er, mom taught you something new, do you want to learn?" ”

"Okay."

Although Jiaqing didn't know why his mother would take special care of him, since his mother wanted to teach him, he studied hard.

"Well, let's go, let's go to your room, so as not to affect my brother and sister."

Wen Nian picked up his youngest son and went back to the brothers' room, only then did he pick up a pen and paper and write quickly.

"Qing'er, what your mother taught you now, you don't need to understand the truth right away."

After she finished writing, she put down the pen, picked up what she had just written, and said to her youngest son, "You just need to memorize the content first, and then slowly understand its meaning, you know?" ”

"Hmm."

The little guy's pink little face tightened, not to mention how serious it was, "Qing'er listens to her mother." ”

"Well, come and follow my mother."

Seeing that he understood, she pointed to the words she had just written, and taught word by word, "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil, who knows ......"

That's right, the first poem she taught her youngest son was this five-character quatrain.

These days, through the predecessors of the Literary Association, Wen Nian discovered that in addition to those foreign things in this world, none of the ancient Chinese classics have been handed down.

Not only those classics, but also some modern things that promote positive energy, are pitifully few.

Whether it is literature, music, calligraphy and painting, and many other aspects, all the good things that should appear in China did not appear at this time.

Wen Nian knows that he wants to help everyone rejuvenate, and he really has a long way to go.

At this moment, she taught her children quatrains, and Jiaqing learned very seriously.

Wait until the child has read several passages and can memorize them before stopping, and then start drawing under this quatrain.

Poetry and painting are the best classics.

Only in this way will it be easier for children to understand.

……

"This, this, this...... This is a new work by Mr. Wennian. ”

About a week later, magazines in several major cities across the country received articles that matched their own magazines at the same time.

And it's all sent from Wen Nian.

Just like now in Kyoto's "Women's Friend" magazine, a story called "Liu Guyuelan", a hero of resistance to the enemy, appeared in the hands of the editors.

Seeing the plot of the story, the editors burst into tears.

"As a teacher of Wennian, writing and promoting heroic deeds are different, why didn't we think of promoting and describing from a certain individual before?"

"The key is that this is still a woman hero, which is exactly in line with the publication requirements of our magazine."

"Everyone, wait a minute, I called Yun Lao and them, and a few seniors will be coming soon."

"How to arrange this article, wait until the seniors arrive."

At the same time, the "Folklore" magazine received the article titled "Pangu Kaitian", which also aroused the excitement of the editors.

In addition, "Childlike Heart" received the song "Hoe He".

Just when Yun Lao received a call from the editor of "Women and Friends", Ding Lao of "Childlike Heart", Zhou Lao of "Folklore" and Zhuang Lao of "Chinese Heritage" received calls inviting them to appreciate the masterpieces.

When these old people hurried to the corresponding magazine office and read the article sent by Wen Nian, these old people were all excited and tearful.

How many years?

How many years of hard work have they been looking forward to, and finally someone can break this mysterious power and present these wonderful stories and poems in words?

They have finally waited for this day.

(End of chapter)