Royal Gold Magistrate

Zhang Dongxiang was stunned for a moment. The use of strider characters was obviously much lower than that of ordinary characters. Not to mention grandson's age, there were not many people who could know people even five or six years older.

Moreover, this book is full of other characters, and the grandson actually knows all of them, which shows that the amount of literacy has reached a new level.

Is Fang Zhengyi's educational method really so miraculous?

As everyone knows, when Fang Zhengyi customized the teaching materials, he specially embedded some rare words for the children to learn.

Let alone children, even the Jiulouyu of later generations, one, two, junior college, and even those who write badly on the Internet may not be able to recognize them, so they have to go to Baidu to check them.

Young children who can learn such rare characters can obviously show their faces in front of their parents.

This is education. What children learn is not very important. What is important is to satisfy customers. And the school's customers are naturally parents...

Then, Zhang Dongxiang found a few rare words to test, and Zhang Ling answered them one by one.

At this point, Zhang Dongxiang held his forehead and admitted the reality with a look of surprise.

Seeing his little grandson bury his head in his studies, he was extremely satisfied. No matter how good Fangzheng's teaching method is, it would be impossible for him to be so against the heavens. It should be our kind!

When he was young, he was the seed of reading, and it is not surprising that his grandson behaved like this.

"Ling'er, there should not be many students in Yucai Primary School who can read as much as you, right?" Zhang Dongxiang asked with a proud expression.

My grandson is so good, but those children of my colleagues are not good at all!

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his head and said: "These characters are very simple. We all know them. If we don't know these characters, how can we read the book?"

What?How is this possible!

Zhang Dongxiang was shocked: "Then how do you usually practice calligraphy?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "Well... that is to teach us pinyin first, and then recognize characters."

"What is pinyin?"

"Pinyin is just Pinyin, it can help us recognize and read characters."

Zhang Dongxiang suddenly realized.

Phonology, there are people who specialize in teaching people how to read and pronounce words. If there is no accident, it should be the unique phonology method taught by Fangzheng's family.

"Go on."

"In addition to literacy in class, the kindergarten teachers also tell us stories every night, but they tell the story halfway every time, and then stop at the exciting part. It's really hateful!"

"So the students in our dormitory can only find a dictionary and look it up by themselves, so that they can finish the story. After a long time, they will know a lot of these words."

Zhang Dongxiang nodded in approval.

That's why it's a good way to let children take the initiative to learn!

Zhang Ling continued: "There are activities in our school every day. There are various competitions, such as singing, running, and literacy... Our principal Fang said that this is called a daily competition. The next time you win the championship, you will win the championship." You can give us a little red flower, and if you get a hundred little red flowers, you can exchange for a twister car!"

Although I don't know what a twist car is, this incentive mechanism is obviously very good.

Daily Contest?It sounds like a good idea, Fang Zhengyi really taught well.

Just as he was about to continue asking questions, Zhang Ling said impatiently: "Grandpa, you interrupted my reading, can you stop asking and wait until I finish reading?"

"Then look, take a good look." Zhang Dongxiang laughed twice, and sat back in his seat.

Watching the little grandson concentrate on reading the book, he began to deal with the official affairs he left in the court with satisfaction.

After more than 20 minutes of work, Zhang Ling closed the book, jumped off the stool and ran out with his legs upside down.

Zhang Dongxiang glanced at it, but didn't stop him.

Just secretly smiled in my heart.

After all, I was still a child, so I couldn't sit still for a while even if I said I was reading a book.

Go out, just go out, the sky is getting dark, and there will naturally be servants to carry him back to his room to sleep.

Zhang Dongxiang lowered his head again and got busy with his own affairs.

......

The lights flickered.

In the study, Zhang Dongxiang was writing at his desk with an extremely serious expression.

Every document on the case has to be reviewed twice in detail before it can be written.

When he was concentrating on it, a young figure walked unsteadily from outside the door.

Hearing a strange noise, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help raising his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Ling holding a big wooden basin and walking towards him with a little staggering footsteps.

Due to his unsteady gait, the water in the basin stirred up a splash, and Zhang Ling subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was looking at Zhang Dongxiang. He showed a childish smile and said, "Grandpa, wash your feet."

"..."

This scene almost made Zhang Dongxiang burst into tears. He stood up from his chair and walked to Zhang Ling's side in three steps at a time.

Grabbing the water basin, he moved and said, "Ling'er, there are servants who do these things. You are still young, so you don't need to wash your grandfather's feet."

"No, I'm not young anymore. Principal Fang said that he must be filial, and I want to wash grandpa's feet!" Zhang Ling said stubbornly.

You won't let me wash?Can I still do my second homework? !

Zhang Dongxiang sighed in his heart... Good teaching!Fangzheng taught well!

What a sensible grandson, I have so many grandsons, only one little grandson until I fetched hot water to wash his feet.

It's worth dying for today!

Moved, Zhang Dongxiang showed a kind smile: "Okay, then you can wash it for grandpa."

As he spoke, he carried the water basin, walked to the side of the study and sat down.

Just as he was about to take off his shoes, Zhang Ling stepped forward again and took the initiative to help him take off his shoes and socks, which made the old man feel moved again.

Feet into the basin, Zhang Ling helped him wash up carefully, and said: "Grandpa, shall I tell you a story?"

"Good! Good!" Zhang Dongxiang was overjoyed, and the wrinkles on his face opened for the nth time.

In the study, the grandson squatted on the ground, washing his grandfather's feet hard.

The grandfather bowed his head and listened happily to his grandson telling the story, a warm and harmonious scene.

"...Little duck swam, swam, swam ashore!" After Zhang Ling finished telling the story, he wiped Zhang Dongxiang's feet dry, raised his head and said, "Grandpa, the washing is over."

Second homework assignment, done!

Zhang Dongxiang's mouth was already sour from laughter, seeing that Zhang Ling wanted to pour the water himself, he hurriedly called his servants to pour away the footwashing water.

Then he said to Zhang Ling: "Ling'er, you have worked hard, go back to sleep early."

sleep?Still have an assignment left?

How do you sleep here, do you want Xiaohonghua?

Zhang Ling rolled his small eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm not sleepy, can you show me the account book at home?"

"Look at the ledger? Why do you need to look at the ledger? Do you understand?" Zhang Dongxiang asked curiously.

"Let me take a look... I learned arithmetic at school, and Principal Fang can read the ledger after learning it. I have already learned it. I want to read the ledger." Zhang Ling begged, tugging at the corner of his clothes.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you! Grandpa will get it for you." Zhang Dongxiang happily walked towards the bookshelf.

Although the account book is the most important thing in the family, if the grandson wants to see it, he must show it to him!

Based on his performance tonight, he can burn the ledger, let's see what's going on!

After a while, Zhang Ling returned to the previous chair and pulled out a piece of white paper and a charcoal pencil from his schoolbag.

Afterwards, I opened the account book, and it looked like...

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