At the beginning of the game to supervise the country, Zulong was stunned. Is this my Daqin?

Seeing the Chinese pinyin, his reaction was exactly the same as Ying Zheng's, his eyes were darkened, and he couldn't see anything at all.

And such a situation, naturally, cannot be associated with reading and literacy, and everyone can't help but lament.

Worried about his future.

But Ying Ziqi didn't know it at all, and just happily taught the children.

In his view, children's brain development is not complete, and it is simply a difficult thing for them to memorize words directly.

Even if I remembered it, I forcibly remembered it under the stick education.

The efficiency of this method cannot be high, and workers must first sharpen their tools if they want to do a good job!

A good tool is an important way to speed up children's learning.

Ying Ziqi had already thought about it when the opponent proposed this competition.

The Chinese Pinyin must be the key to his victory!

And just like that, the afternoon passed.

Ying Ziqi can be said to be very satisfied with today's results.

Children are full of curiosity about things they have never seen before, and Ying Ziqi has classroom teaching experience for later generations.

Although it was the experience of being taught, because of this, his understanding was deeper.

It is also handy when teaching children, and I don't feel any hindrance at all.

Today, all 10 monophonic sounds and 13 polyvowel sounds are taught to children directly.

Their ability to accept is also very strong, and Ying Ziqi immediately has a bottom line in his heart.

When he returned to the palace at night, he was stopped by Zhao Kuan before he could return to his nest.

"My lord, Your Majesty welcomes you."

Ying Ziqi was stunned, it's already this time, does daddy have anything to say?

But Ying Zheng called, and he couldn't refuse, so he dragged his slightly tired body to Ying Zheng's resting place.

Qinglu Palace.

Ying Zheng had just finished reading today's official account of the courtiers.

Ying Ziqi poked his head out from the door.

After seeing Ying Zheng, he waved angrily.

"Stinky boy, get the hell out of here!"

Ying Ziqi chuckled, and didn't care too much about Ying Zheng's title. This is his father, and even if he had ideas, he couldn't say anything.

When he came to Ying Zheng, he sat down obediently.

Ying Zheng glanced at him.

"You are self-conscious. You are the first one to be so casual in front of me."

Ying Ziqi rubbed his arm.

"I said my father the emperor, it's so late, you still don't rest, what's the big deal for calling me over?"

Ying Zheng was also used to Ying Ziqi's occasional indecent address, so he didn't care.

With his backhand, he picked up the ministers' Shangshu one by one from the side.

"Look for yourself, what a good thing you have done, do you know how many people in the court are dissatisfied with you now."

Ying Ziqi took it over and glanced at it twice.

She curled her lips: "These guys are all scumbags, and they are falling in the wind. It's just that they may lose their positions. Just remember to hate me, father, these people must not be used in the future!"

Ying Zheng tapped him lightly on the head.

"Did I let you watch this?"

"Tell me the truth, whether you can win this time, don't talk about the scene in the court, I want to listen to the truth!"

What Ying Zheng said surprised Ying Ziqi.

"Father, when did I say something on the scene, I was telling the truth!"

Ying Zheng looked at him.

"You mean you're guaranteed to win this contest?"

Ying Ziqi nodded affirmatively.

"No problem at all, what's so difficult about winning a group of old antiques?"

Ying Zheng took out what Dunruo gave him today.

"Then tell me, what are these, don't think I don't know anything, I'm letting people stare at you."

"You have spent the whole afternoon teaching these children this thing, and I can't connect it with reading and literacy no matter what."

Ying Ziqi looked at it and was happy.

The Chinese pinyin written by Dunruo can be said to be very weird. If you put it in front of ordinary people, you may think it is a ghost drawing.

He laughed and tore up the paper.

Ying Zheng stared: "What are you doing, brat?"

Ying Ziqi said indifferently: "Father, this is too ugly, I will rewrite it for you to read."

As he spoke, he directly picked up Yingzheng's special review pen, took out a piece of paper, and wrote the Chinese pinyin on it.

"Father, at first glance, this thing seems to have nothing to do with reading and writing."

Ying Zheng listened to his words and nodded.

"Don't talk about it at first glance, I looked at it for a long time and didn't get in touch."

Ying Ziqi chuckled: "That's because no one taught you, father, how about I teach you?"

Ying Zheng's face darkened.

"Do you still want me to serve you tea?"

Ying Ziqi waved his hands again and again: "That's not necessary."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's face darkened even more.

"Then you want me to call you master?"

Ying Ziqi denied it again: "You don't need it, you don't need it, why are you so caring, father, don't mention that, please see father."

As he spoke, he put his finger on an initial and a final.

"Father, this is pronounced b, and this is pronounced u."

"I call the former the initial consonant, and the latter the final consonant..."

Under Ying Ziqi's explanation, with Ying Zheng's IQ, he naturally quickly understood the function of this thing.

There was surprise in his eyes.

When hearing the second half of the process, there is no need for Ying Ziqi to explain.

He himself had memorized most of the pronunciation, so he couldn't help but write a few words for comparison.

Tsk tut and said in amazement: "This thing is a bit magical. I didn't expect to combine it randomly, and it is the pronunciation of a word."

Seeing this, Ying Ziqi smiled and said, "Father, please make a judgment. Is this thing related to reading and writing?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "You are a little clever!"

Chapter 99 The Man Who Invented Paper Is Absolutely A Saint In The Literary World

Back in his bedroom, Ying Ziqi yawned.

On this day, I first taught the children, and then taught Ying Zheng in the evening. Let me tell you that I am tired, but I am not so tired.

It can be said that I am not tired, but my mind is a bit exhausted.

Honglian helped Ying Ziqi undress with some distress.

"Young Master, why do you bother to do this? If you want to keep the Confucian man behind, why don't you simply lock him up forcibly?"

Hearing what Honglian said, Ying Ziqi smiled and shook his head.

"If I do this, I'm afraid I will be scolded to death by scholars all over the world."

Seeing the worry in Honglian's eyes, Ying Ziqi held her hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, this matter is not tiring, today is just because of the first day, in fact I was also a little nervous, but the effect is unexpected Well, after today, it will be easier."

What Ying Ziqi said was all the truth. He felt that according to this progress, the children would be able to quickly learn to read starting tomorrow.

And for the sake of literacy, he still has a secret treasure that he hasn't shown yet.

That is definitely a big killer. Once it is released, not only in terms of literacy, but also the clans in the world are probably going to be impoverished.

Thinking of that situation, Ying Ziqi couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Honglian saw it, and felt a little curious.

"What are you laughing at, son?"

Ying Ziqi said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just remembered something happy."

"Don't talk, let's go to bed earlier."

Honglian nodded, blew out the candle, returned to the bed, and leaned gently in Ying Ziqi's arms.

Just as he was about to say something, he discovered that Ying Ziqi had already breathed evenly, obviously falling asleep.

Honglian pursed her lips and smiled.

"I'm not tired yet!"

"Good night, my son..."

......

Early the next morning, Ying Ziqi did not go to the early court, which was a privilege given to him by Ying Zheng.

In special times, he doesn't have to go to court early.

The most important thing is the person who has defeated Kong.

Ying Ziqi is naturally obedient, if he doesn't go to court, he can relax a lot.

The extra time might allow the children to recognize more characters.

As soon as they entered the school, the children said in unison, "Hello, teacher."

A smile appeared on Ying Ziqi's face.

These children are really cute. I really don't know how those old men managed to do it.

I heard that the palms of several children were swollen from beatings, and even so, the backs of their hands were still being slapped.

hiss!

It hurts to think about it!

"Today we continue to study, are you ready?"

"Ready!!"

Seeing the energetic appearance of the children, Ying Ziqi felt more energetic.

Above the court, Ying Zheng looked at the officials below with a serious face every day.

"Do you have something to play?"

As soon as Ying Zheng finished speaking, everyone stood up with a clatter.

"Your Majesty, I want to attend Young Master Qi!"

"Sir too!"

"I also have a copy here!"

The corner of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched when he heard this.