Royal Gold Magistrate

Zhang Ling hummed softly: "It's delicious, but not as good as the school food."

"Then what do you usually eat in Yucai?"

"Eat it in the morning, milk, egg buns. At noon and evening, I eat stewed lamb chops and stir-fried vegetables. There are many kinds of dishes that are basically the same every day."

Zhang Dongxiang smiled.

On this point, Fang Zhengyi really has a conscience, it seems that the canteen standard where they went to Yucai Primary School to eat has not been lowered.

The cooks there are indeed extraordinary, and the food they make tastes better than at home.

After the meal was finished, the servants were about to go forward to clean up, but they saw that Zhang Ling was already about to leave with his own small bowl and chopsticks.

Zhang Dongxiang said: "Ling'er, what are you going to do with the bowl and chopsticks?"

"Grandpa, I have to do the dishes myself."

Do the dishes yourself?

At the dinner table, all the family members looked at Zhang Ling in amazement, but Zhang Ling had already left the dinner table with his short legs.

Zhang Dongxiang was even more ecstatic!

How can a child be so sensible?Doing the housework by yourself without the supervision of others?

Although this is the simplest chore that ordinary servants do, in many aristocratic families, the elderly follow the family precepts.

Advocating to be like a sage, to do it personally, so I am not ashamed of doing chores.

Instead, it is regarded as a cherished virtue!

Many officials in the DPRK, although they already have a lot of money, still maintain this diligent style, diligent in housework, and even go to the fields to grow vegetables and collect manure.

Now seeing his five-year-old grandson take the initiative to wash the dishes, Zhang Dongxiang is very happy.

His other grandsons have never taken the initiative like Zhang Ling.

The family looked at each other, then laughed.

Zhang Dongxiang even ran to Zhang Ling himself, stood behind him and watched his grandson wash the dishes with his own eyes, and said with a smile, "Good grandson, go and rest, it's getting late."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "No, I want to study, where is my schoolbag, grandpa?"

"Reading? Read as soon as you know a few words. Can you understand? Did Principal Fang tell you to go home and study, don't listen to him, listen to grandpa, just go and rest." Although Zhang Dongxiang was happy, but Something always feels wrong.

Such a young child has learned to take the initiative to wash dishes, and now he has to take the initiative to read, which feels somewhat weird.

Maybe the school left some homework, what books can such an old child understand?

Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "No, I want to study. Our principal Fang said, I advise you not to cherish the golden thread clothes, and advise you to cherish the youth."

"Oh! What else did he say?" Zhang Dongxiang stroked his beard and his eyes rolled wildly.

Another good poem came out, I have to write it down later.

"Also, black hair doesn't know how to study hard early, and Bai Shoufang regrets studying late. Reading does not feel that it is deep in spring, and every inch of time is golden. Timely encouragement, time waits for no one. Young and strong do not work hard, the old is just sad. You can get it on paper. I finally feel shallow, I never know that this matter has to be done..."

Zhang Ling recited half-que and half-que poems slowly.

Zhang Dongxiang became more and more frightened the more he listened, and finally couldn't help but tremble all over, and shouted "Okay!"

This Fang Zhengyi... is full of poetic talents, contemplating Han Zao!

I can't help but admire him!

"Are these poems written by your Principal Fang?"

"Yes, yes. Our principal Fang said that he doesn't like to write poems on weekdays. Poetry is the most useless brain, so he wrote broken poems for several days in a row. I hope we can understand the true meaning of them. When we grow up in the future, by We will make up for it ourselves, and then we will be considered to have completed our studies. By the way, Grandpa, will you let me study in Yucai?"

Zhang Dongxiang swallowed.

Just relying on Fang Zhengyi's poems, 1000 taels of blood earned, 5000 taels not a loss!

But... this seems to be a bottomless pit, what should Fang Zheng do in the future if he increases the number?

Is it possible that becoming a grandson's education can throw all the family money into it?

Fortunately, each family recruited one, sent all the grandchildren in, and even emptied his old Zhang's six rooms in the capital, so he couldn't afford to go to school!

Thinking of the six houses being emptied, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but shudder.

Let's talk about education. At present, the education for this child is really good, but it is not so good that it costs 5000 taels for a semester.

Besides, there are so many people in the family, what if Ling'er's performance is seen by other houses and they want to make a fuss?

Fang Zhengyi is clearly baring his fangs now, he opened the school just to make money!

In the future, the enrollment will definitely be expanded. If the expanded enrollment family sends a few more children in, it will really kill the old man!

No, absolutely can't send this child to Yucai again!

Zhang Dongxiang's gaze moved to Zhang Ling, who was still blinking and waiting for Grandpa's reply.

How to fool the child is a problem right now... just wait, the child should forget about it after a few days!

Having made up his mind, Zhang Dongxiang changed the subject and said, "Ling'er, go read your books first, Grandpa also has some things to do. Let's go, let's get our schoolbags."

After all, regardless of Zhang Ling's objection, Zhang Dongxiang grabbed his grandson's little hand and went to find the schoolbag.

Not long after arriving in the study, Zhang Ling saw the schoolbag on the table and ran over bumpily.

This schoolbag is also a gift from Yucai Primary School. It is embroidered with various cute animal images, and the opening is fastened with buttons. There are pockets for water bottles on the left and right.

When picking up the child, Zhang Ling kept carrying it on his back. Zhang Dongxiang didn’t pay attention to it. Now that he took a closer look, he found it quite novel, so he asked, “Ling’er, is this schoolbag given to you by the school? What?"

"This is a water bottle made by the school. I'm afraid there will be no water to drink when I take us out on the road." While speaking, Zhang Ling had already opened the schoolbag, took out the books in it, and turned to the catalog.

Well, it is really careful, such details as making a small schoolbag have been considered.

"Ling'er, just sit here and read, and ask grandpa if there are any words you don't understand." Zhang Dongxiang pulled up a chair and hugged Zhang Ling up.

With a glance, he saw the contents of the book.

"The Crow Drinks Water", "The Fox Fakes the Tiger", "The Farmer and the Snake", "The Three Little Pigs"...

Zhang Ling turned to the article about the crow drinking water. Zhang Dongxiang leaned over to read it, and after a few glances, he knew it.

It's a simple little story, but it looks meaningful. Even though it's written in vernacular, it's okay for children to read.

Inside, two kinds of characters are printed side by side, and one of them is the simplified characters that Fang Zhengyi mentioned before, which is not a problem.

But... this story probably has thousands of words, can my grandson recognize it?

Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help stretching out his hand, pointing at the contents, and said gently, "Ling'er, do you know all the characters here?"

Zhang Ling nodded: "I know everyone."

Zhang Dongxiang frowned, flipped through a few pages, deliberately picked out a larger article with many rare characters, and asked, "Do you also know all the characters here?"

"I know them all."

There was shock in Zhang Dongxiang's eyes, he pointed to a strider and said, "What does this word read?"

"Mind Strider"

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