It was originally scheduled to take a rest at the end of the afternoon, but the business in the tea house has been very good these days, and most of the tea guests are still interested in hearing about it, so Chen Changsheng often doesn't leave until 4:00 noon.
It didn't seem too troublesome. Shopkeeper Zhuang even increased his monthly payment, which was a good thing.
After all, the tea house's daily income has more than doubled, shopkeeper Zhuang is laughing so hard that he can't stop laughing. Mr. Cao has also benefited from it, and his monthly income has also increased a lot, all thanks to Mr. Chen.
After finishing his busy work at noon, Chen Changsheng would ask for a bowl of noodles from the noodle shop outside the teahouse. Sometimes he would buy two steamed buns to make up for one bite if he didn't want to eat.
After eating and returning home, Chen Changsheng took his two children, Ruyi and Ping An, to learn how to read and write.
It has to be said that Ruyi works very hard in reading and never slacks off, but Ping An does not work as hard as Ruyi, just because his memory is much better than that of Yiyi.
Sometimes Ruyi feels very sad, "Uncle Chen, isn't Ruyi very stupid?"
Chen Changsheng heard this and asked, "Why do you think you are stupid?"
"Ping An remembers it at a glance, but Ruyi takes a long time to remember it, and often forgets it. It seems that Ping An knows everything without having to worry about it, but Ruyi takes a lot of effort."
Ruyi lowered her head as she spoke. She was still young and her eyes were red with disappointment. This was probably the first time she had been hit.
Chen Changsheng touched her head and sighed softly.
It is undeniable that people are indeed talented in certain things, and such innate gaps often crush a group of people.
Chen Changsheng said: "Do you feel that you are not as good as Ping An?"
Ruyi nodded.
At least this is the case when it comes to reading and writing.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "The contents in the book are different, and people in this world are also different. Just like you and Ping An, Ping An's memory is better than yours. He can remember many things at a glance.
, but it is difficult for him to persist for a long time like you. Do you still remember the poem I taught you a few days ago? "
"Which one?"
"The edge of a sword is sharpened..." Chen Changsheng said.
Ruyi sniffed and then said: "Plum blossoms, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
"That's exactly what it means."
Chen Changsheng touched her head and smiled and said, "There is something in the book about being talented, intelligent, and knowledgeable, but it doesn't matter. The book also says that God rewards hard work, and academic ability is good."
Ruyi blinked and asked: "Uncle Chen, what is God's reward for hard work?"
"That's what you're doing."
"Ruyi doesn't understand..."
"It doesn't matter, you don't need to understand, just keep it in your heart."
With each word, Ruyi's red eyes slowly calmed down.
Ping An listened to Uncle Chen talking to his sister, and he lowered his head and glanced at the words written on the ground in front of him.
In fact, he is not very interested in reading and writing.
So he didn't understand why Sister A was sad.
When Ruyi came back, Ping An went to find Uncle Chen alone.
"Uncle Chen, Ping An wants to learn something else."
Chen Changsheng felt a little surprised when he heard this.
"What do you want to learn in Ping'an?" Chen Changsheng asked.
Ping An said: "I want to learn sword dancing."
He paused and then added: "Ping'an saw it on the wall. My mother said she wanted to learn skills from Uncle Chen, but Ping'an doesn't want to study and read. I want to become an adult like my husband, so that I can protect my mother."
Chen Changsheng found that Ping An was 'earlier' than he thought, not in terms of physical development, but in terms of thinking, and his understanding of things was completely unlike that of a three-year-old child.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked: "There are many ways to protect my mother, why should I learn to sword?"
Ping An shook his head and said, "I just think it's awesome."
It's not that Chen Changsheng doesn't want to teach him.
But Ping An is far from old, and now is the time when muscles and bones are developing. Whether practicing swordsmanship or martial arts, it will eventually lead to errors in the development of muscles and bones.
"Chen can teach you."
Chen Changsheng said: "But you still have to promise me one thing."
After hearing this, Ping An said: "Uncle Chen doesn't regret it."
"No regrets."
Chen Changsheng reached for the book beside him and said: "This book has more than 1,500 words in total. I want you to write down the words in this book verbatim, and there must be no typos in the middle.
You only have one chance every day, whenever you can do it, Chen will teach you."
Ping An thinks this is a simple thing.
"Uncle Chen, peace..."
Chen Changsheng said: "Don't worry."
He reached out and took out a book from his sleeve, which looked like the book in his hand just now, but there was not a single word in it.
"Write it in this book."
Chen Changsheng took out another fine pen, handed it to Ping An and said, "Just use this pen, no need to use ink."
"Is it okay?" Ping An said a little uncertainly.
"Of course you can."
Ping An immediately ran to the side to write, and copied the words in the book.
The pen that was not stained with ink fell on the book, but the handwriting was revealed. Ping An did not feel weird about this, probably because he was still young and had imperfect cognition.
When I saw that Ping An had a pen and paper, I felt a little envious in my heart, but I didn't say anything, I was just bored.
Chen Changsheng naturally prepared hers, and he also gave her a copy.
Ruyi was still a little hesitant, but Chen Changsheng forced it on her.
So Ruyi worked even harder.
But Ping An was surprised when he wrote it.
"Oops, oops, typo!"
As he was talking, he saw that the handwriting on the book slowly faded away.
"It's all gone..."
Ping An's eyes widened.
When he was about to put pen to paper again, he could no longer write.
Just do it once a day, if you make a mistake, you can’t do it a second time.
Ruyi was also extremely surprised, she knew much more than Ping An.
She turned to look at Uncle Chen who was drinking tea in the yard and was about to ask a question.
But Chen Changsheng looked at them with a smile and said, "This matter cannot be told. Only the three of us know about it, otherwise Chen will take back his books and pens."
Ping An and Ruyi looked at each other and secretly noted it down.
When Wang Sanniang came to pick them up, she didn't say anything.
Until it's time to leave.
Ruyi asked quietly in Chen Changsheng's ear.
"Uncle Chen, are you a god?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Uncle Chen is not a god, he is a kid. If Ruyi doesn't go back, Uncle Chen will eat you."
Ruyi hummed twice and said: "Uncle Chen is trying to scare people, Ruyi won't be fooled!"
Chen Changsheng laughed and then asked Ruyi to follow Wang Sanniang back.
The courtyard gradually became quiet.
Chen Changsheng sat on the bamboo chair, rocking gently.
Now he seems like an ordinary person.
Maybe this is how the world of mortals should be, getting to know some people and doing some things.
Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "It's pretty good..."