Song Qing's writing speed has been raised, but the writing has always been so ingenious and uninhibited......

Now that Yin Li said it, it is indeed a little embarrassing.

"Do you know these words, pig?", Spider asked, tilting her head.

"Yes. Song Qingshu didn't want to pay attention to her, these two words came out of his nostrils.

"Great, pig, can you teach me to read?"

Hehe, Song Qingshu sneered, and said in his heart that there was time there, so he directly and decisively refused, "No."

"Bad pig, ignore you", Xiao Yinli said arrogantly.

Song Qingshu was unmoved. In fact, Song Qingshu's age is a little embarrassing, he was in his twenties in his previous life, and at this age, he didn't have the doting of a middle-aged man for his daughter, and he wouldn't have the heart to please a little girl.

Xiao Yin kept her mouth cocked for half a minute, Song Qing Shuli ignored her, and her face was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

Song Qingshu, who knows the general outline of Heaven and Dragon Slayer, naturally knows Yin Li's miserable life experience and desolate situation, although her actions are a little extreme, but she knows that she is still a kind girl by nature, and there is sympathy, but it is still a bit difficult for Song Qingshu to spend time teaching her to read. However, after getting along in the past few days, Yin Li's care for him is real, a child's heart, he can't fake it, otherwise he wouldn't serve soup and food to her every afternoon.

Song Qingshu, who was observing the words and expressions on the side, saw that this posture was about to cry, so he could refuse Yin Li, but he couldn't see her crying, so he quickly changed his words and said: "Just teach you how to read, I will teach you to write." ”

"Really?"

"Seriously!"

When Yin Li heard this, a smile appeared on his face again, his eyes rolled slightly, and he walked out of bed directly, his eyes glanced at the edge of the bed, and motioned for Song Qingshu to sit up.

Waiting for Song Qingshu to sit down, Yin Li sat on the small bench again, looking at Song Qingshu with watery eyes.

Since it was decided to teach Xiao Yinli to read and write, Song Qingshu did not procrastinate, thinking that the patriarchal thinking in this world is very serious, and Yin Li has not been treated by his father since he was a child, there should be no literacy foundation. So Song Qingshu was thinking about what way to teach, thought about it for a while, Song Qingshu lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote a "day" on the straw paper, and then, Song Qingshu put down the pen again, first drew a ○, and then hit a little pure in it, and then drew a sun next to it. After doing this, Song Qingshu pointed to the word 'day', and opened his mouth to ask: "Spider, guess what kind of word this is."

Although Yin Li didn't know how to read when she was a child, it didn't mean that she was stupid, she glanced at it, and immediately recognized what it was, and blurted out, "The sun?"

Song Qingshu nodded as a sign of encouragement, then shook his head and said, "I guessed half right, but it's just one word on it, you have to use one word to describe it." ”

Yin Li shook his head slightly, thought about it, and asked Song Qingshu: "Is this the word 'day'?"

Song Qingshu praised: "Correct, spider, you are so smart." ”

Hearing this, Yin Li's arrogant pout, but he still wanted to laugh, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescents, and his eyes were full of smiles.

Song Qingshu looked straight, deliberately cleared his throat, coughed, and then continued: "There are many Chinese characters that are the same as these Japanese characters, called pictographs. What does it mean, that is, the word is very similar to the shape of the things in our lives, and it is recognizable at a glance. You see the word 'moon', the word 'wood', and the word 'person', which is also ......"

Integrating into the lecture, Song Qingshu paid full attention, from shallow to deep, from pictographic to understanding, as easy to understand as possible, so that the little girl could easily understand. After finishing a word, Song Qingshu will also write it with Yin Li stroke by stroke.

When it was dark, this round of explanations was over, Xiao Yinli went happily, Song Qingshu closed the door, and lit the kerosene lamp with a light car.

The yellow halo of light shines on the cabinet, which is very warm.

Song Qingshu is not used to going to bed early like people in this world, and the night is also the time when he is more active and excited, so naturally it will not be wasted, and now it is not yet seven o'clock, Song Qingshu plans to carefully ponder the "Theory of the Pulse".

Still in the same way, Song Qingshu took out a piece of clean and untouched straw paper, compared it with the original text, and began to sort out the knowledge points.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, since Song Qingshu sorted it out in the afternoon, the book is equivalent to reading a rough idea, this time I look all the way to the past, I don't know more and less, and the direction of the problem is different. And I also saw a lot of points that I had overlooked.

Song Qingshu was in good spirits and sorted out and copied again, but this time, most of the things he knew were passed over, and the problems that were revealed before were re-recorded, of course, Song Qingshu was not written for the sake of writing, every knowledge point was clearly understood before the outline was recorded on the straw paper, and it took about two and a half hours in total, Song Qingshu sorted out the four major pages with enthusiasm, but compared to the first nine pages, it was directly less than half.

The number of pages is less, but Song Qingshu's comprehension is deeper.

After combing for the second time, Song Qingshu felt that it was still early, and he felt that he was in good shape at night, so he calmed down a little and started combing for the third time.

Yu Xue Yu Jing, with the foreshadowing of the first two times, like slaying demons and eliminating demons, Song Qingshu, who was wearing stars and moons, swept all the way over, like a bamboo, and all knowledge points were knocked down one by one, which was simply enjoyable and dripping, so happy.

When Song Qingshu finished sorting it out, the morning was already starry.

Looking at the records on the papyrus, touching the handwriting on the paper with his hand, Song Qingshu felt a sense of joy from his heart. This kind of joy is in the chest, it is the wind of the east, west, north and south, and it is when you start from scratch and transform the knowledge in the books into something in yourself.

This is also an incomprehensible joy in Song Qingshu's previous life, a different kind of happiness besides martial arts.

In fact, in the previous life, someone taught Song Qingshu how to learn efficiently, but unfortunately he was really a child at that time, very playful, and naturally he couldn't learn, coupled with the poor conditions at home, he dropped out of school early, and finally relied on martial arts to fall into the streets, fighting and killing.

That Xueba believes that the acquisition of knowledge is naturally efficient, like this time and again to summarize again and again, the method from thick to thin is to be able to quickly grasp the context of the whole book in mind, and secondly, you don't need to memorize it again and again, as long as you understand it every time, everything will be clear in your heart if you have more times.

At that time, Song Qingshu still didn't believe it and didn't think so, but now it seems that the scholar didn't hide his secrets, but he was absent-minded at the time, and he could comprehend the true meaning.

Shaking his head, in the end, Song Qingshu summarized a few questions he encountered while reading the book, and asked Hu Qingniu again tomorrow.

Cover and extinguish the kerosene lamp, tonight, it is another beautiful dream.