"The Master said: Isn't it a joy to learn and practice it from time to time..."
In front of the stone table in the fairy garden, Tang Rou was reading aloud with a book in her hand.
In front of her, two little guys, Feng Huang and Xiaodie, clasped their hands behind their backs and chanted along in a decent manner.
On the side, Zhang Shengli sat on the hammock and just looked at it.
It has only been a while since the Three Character Classic has been studied.
Zhang Shengli had to admire his daughter's memory.
The full text of the Three Character Classic has more than a thousand words. Although it is catchy to read, other children would not be able to read it as quickly as she did.
I can’t say that I can memorize it backwards and forwards, but at least I can memorize it from beginning to end. There is always some meaning.
He's not even three years old yet, so he can't speak clearly yet, but he can't even remember it anymore.
As a result, Zheng Xiaoman now takes her son directly through the suspension bridge to the fairy garden every morning to read aloud with Xiaodie.
However, Feng Huang hadn't finished memorizing the Three-Character Classic yet, and Tang Rou had already started teaching the Analects of Confucius.
"Thanks for being so good to Xiaorou, why don't we treat everyone equally when teaching others how to read? Where does this go from here?"
Zheng Xiaoman and Tang Li had been sitting aside, holding a piece of fruit in their hands and complaining constantly.
"If I had known she was teaching the Analects of Confucius today, I wouldn't have taken the Three-Character Classic. Now it's fine!" Zheng Xiaoman curled her lips.
Tang Li smiled like a child on the side: "It's just a joke now, it's not really about teaching reading. It doesn't matter whether there are books or not."
"It's different!" Zheng Xiaoman began her tirade.
"When this child was studying, he didn't have books. It was just to train his reading ability.
It's different when you have a book. You can point to the words and read them. Even though you don't recognize them, there will be a memory in your mind.
This will help them study in the future.”
"Is there such a thing?" Tang Li was stunned for a moment.
She had never gone to school, so how could she know these truths? When she heard Zheng Xiaoman say this, her face showed a look of deep contemplation.
"These can be found online. If you have nothing to do, you can search online. There are a lot of tutorials." As she said that, Zheng Xiaoman took a bite of the peach in her hand.
"The fruits in Dahuang Mountain are already very good, but they are still not as delicious as those in Fairy Garden." After saying this, he did not forget to praise.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Shengzhong revealed a smile.
Thinking of the past days, I couldn't help but stand up and start punching on the spot.
His boxing now is completely different from before. It seems soft and powerless, but in fact, every move he makes affects the energy around him.
After a set of punches, the whole person feels relaxed physically and mentally.
Zheng Xiaoman in the distance curled her lips: "What are you doing? Looking cool?"
Tang Li chuckled and laughed again: "It's just a feeling."
"cut!"
At this moment, Fang Yan's familiar voice sounded in the distance.
"Victory, victory, Jianghu comes to the rescue."
Before he finished speaking, others had already arrived in front of the small building. They saw Zheng Xiaoman and quickly greeted him.
In any case, Zheng Xiaoman and Fang are considered his managers, and they even call each other Sister Xiaoman.
"Is Sister Xiaoman here too?"
"What's going on? What are you holding in your hand?" Zheng Xiaoman couldn't help but frowned when he saw Fang Yan's impatience.
"Well, I have something to do with Shengli." Fang Yan seemed a little afraid of Zheng Xiaoman.
Zhang Shengli, who was not far away, saw this and said directly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me, there are no outsiders here."
However, Fang Yan was still squeaky, as if he didn't want Zheng Xiaoman to know.
But he had no choice but to take out the book in his hand and came to Zhang Shengli.
"I came here specifically to thank you today. I received the notice, but before that, I need to learn a language." At this point, Fang Yan directly handed the book to Zhang Shengli.
"That's it, just a book and a recorder. Aren't I worried..."
Zhang Shengli picked up the book and read it. It didn't matter, so he said directly: "I accepted this book."
"No..." Fang Yan suddenly became anxious: "This is from Donghuamen, but I can't give it to you."
As soon as he said these words, Zheng Xiaoman on the side was stunned for a moment and glanced at the two of them: "You want to go to the small world?"
Fang Yan nodded sheepishly. Originally, he thought Zheng Xiaoman would say a few more words, but the other party just nodded and said nothing.
"Sister Xiaoman, don't you have any opinion?"
Yes, I was a little embarrassed to say this just now, but now that the other party didn’t say anything, my heart started beating again.
"You've all decided, what do I think? Your sister doesn't know about this now, right?"
"Grandpa decided it, but my sister doesn't know yet."
"Now that you've decided to do it, that's all. If you want to learn the language of the small world, you can learn it from these two little guys."
Fang Yan was instantly dumbfounded by Zheng Xiaoman's words.
"Learn from them?" Fang Yan looked at the two guys who were still wearing diapers who were reading the Analects of Confucius, and his face was a little ugly.
However, Zheng Xiaoman's words immediately made him dumbfounded.
"Huangzi, come here and show your little uncle your skills."
These words made Fang Yan feel embarrassed, and he quickly said: "Just call me brother, I don't have a girlfriend yet."
Zheng Xiaoman ignored Fang Yan's words at all.
Then, Feng Huang's performance was beyond Fang Yan's expectations. He couldn't understand a lot of the babble.
But he can understand that this is the language of the small world, because he has a recorder, and the words he speaks are smoother and faster than those in the recorder.
But then, Zheng Xiaoman shouted to Xiaodie again: "Xiaodie, come here."
These words were much gentler. How should I put it? They were gentler than how he treated his own son. This made Zhang Shengli behind him frown.
Then Xiaodie also said a few words, not as smooth as Feng Huang, but how old is this?
For a moment, Fang Yan seemed to see some hope and stared at the two little guys.
But here comes the problem, these two little guys will say it is true, but how to teach them? They don’t understand anything, right?
"Where's the recorder? Let me take a look." At this time, Zhang Shengli's voice interrupted him.
"What for?" Fang Yan subconsciously covered his pocket: "I can't give you this thing. There is an agreement, and the same goes for the book. You have to return it to me later."
Zhang Shengli glared: "There's a shitty agreement. If I want this thing, I can get it with just one phone call. I can get ten or a hundred copies, not to mention one. Do you believe it?"
Fang Yan shook his head.
Zhang Shengli was defeated by this guy. He was so stubborn that he didn't care how he got the quota in his hand.
"I asked you, the next CEO of Fang, are you mentally ill?" Zhang Shengli said angrily: "They gave you this, how could they not think of this? I just don't want to go to the trouble of asking them for it. I don't want to give it to you.
"
With that said, Zhang Shengli took the book and turned away.
"Oh, my book!" Fang Yan shouted from behind, and then chased Zhang Shengli away.
Bang!
The door was slammed shut by Zhang Shengli, leaving only Fang Yan with a depressed look on his face.