Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 43
Ji Xun crossed this street and heard it in another residence. There were two imposing stone lions and a guard at the door, which showed that this was the wealthy area of ​​the county.

The guard's sharp eyes saw Ji Xun all at once.

"Mr. Ji, you're here. The county magistrate has been waiting for you for a long time." The guards didn't notify him, and invited him in.

Ji Xun nodded. Today, the county magistrate, Xiu Mu, has already made an appointment with the county magistrate to come to his home to guide the county magistrate's son.

The county magistrate's son will officially enter the school next year, and as expected, he is his teacher.

Last time the county magistrate personally recommended his son to him, hoping that he would be able to teach him well in the future, but the child didn't seem to like him very much, or he didn't like reading at all.

He smiled helplessly, and the pair of twins with very different personalities reappeared involuntarily in his mind.

"Mr. Ji, you are here, please sit down." The county magistrate has nothing to do today, he already knew that Ji Xun would come today, so he passed the time while reading a book.

Ji Xun laughed and said, "Brother Zhong, I really have a leisurely time today."

The county magistrate, Zhong Shuyong, is only 30 years old this year. He has two daughters and a son. The youngest son will only be six years old next year and can start school.

Zhong Shuyong could have asked a teacher to tutor the child at home, but his son was not very obedient and always had thousands of ways to get rid of the teacher, so he planned to send him to school next year.

Zhong Shuyong shook his head, "Don't make fun of me, sir, it's not that I don't know that I'm worrying about my son."

"He is still young, so he can take it step by step. I brought a new version of the "Three Character Classic" this time. Brother Zhong can let him read it first." Ji Xun put a book on the table and said.

This "San Zi Jing" is a book that must be learned at the beginning of school, and it is also an introductory book for children. In addition, there are "Three Hundred Tang Poems", "Preliminary Arithmetic", etc., which are all enlightenment education.

Zhong Shuyong nodded his thanks, but he was extremely worried in his heart. He hoped that his son could inherit his mantle in the future, but that kid was too playful, completely different from him when he was young.Zhong Shuyong's family was poor when he was a child, and he was able to study when he was in his teens. He worked very hard.

Ji Xun said: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. When they grow up, they will be obedient. Brother Zhong, why worry about it?"

"Well, at the age of three, it may be lifelong. You don't know the child's situation, just wait, I will call him up." Zhong Shuyong ordered the servants in the house to call the child.

Ji Xun smiled, but didn't speak.

Not long after, a little boy ran to the door bouncing around, seeming to remember something, he straightened his clothes, and then walked in slowly.

The voice was clear and crisp, "Father, what did you ask me to do?"

When Zhong Shuyong saw him, he became angry, "What is Cheng, call Mr. Ji quickly."

The little boy seemed to be very afraid of Zhong Shuyong, so he called weakly, "Mr. Ji."

Zhong Shuyong saw that his attitude was not correct, and was about to continue to reprimand him, but was stopped by Ji Xun, "It's okay, I think the child is very well-behaved."

Zhong Wenshi is five and a half years old today, with two small buns on his head, wearing a small red dress, which makes his cheeks white and tender. He is taller than his peers, with a slender body and rolling eyes.

Zhong Shuyong asked: "Shitou, have you reviewed your homework these few days?"

Zhong Wenshi immediately stood upright, his face became bitter.

Zhong Shuyong's face changed. He has always been very demanding of his son, "I heard that you haven't gone out for the past few days, and I thought you were studying hard. Tell me what you are doing?"

Zhong Wenshi only knows to go out to play every day, and he is also fascinated by fighting crickets.

He blinked quickly, "Father, I'm always studying, I love reading, reading makes me happy."

"Nonsense, I don't know what you look like. Well, you can recite the poem you learned a few days ago and listen to me." Zhong Shuyong became angry when he saw his appearance.

Zhong Wenshi had studied "Three Hundred Poems for Children" for more than a month, but unfortunately he couldn't memorize any of them.

Zhong Wenshi hated learning those poems the most in his life. He pouted his lips, unwilling to disobey his father's order, so he opened his mouth and stuttered: "Goose, goose, singing to the sky..." , The first poem was actually recited very smoothly, he was a little surprised, and continued to recite the second one: "Xiaowa pulls on a boat, picks white lotus secretly..."

The two poems were memorized easily, not only Zhong Wenshi himself was surprised, but even Zhong Shuyong's eyes widened.

Zhong Wenshi rubbed the back of his head in confusion, and saw his father praised him for the first time in his life, "I just said you are my son, how come you can't even memorize a few poems, you are so good, can you still recite it?" ?”

What is the third poem? Zhong Wenshi thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't remember a single word. He thought his father would scold him as usual, but Zhong Shuyong said with a gentle expression: "It's okay, learn slowly. , let the kitchen cook some pig trotters for you at noon."

Zhong Wenshi twisted his body uncomfortably, feeling particularly uncomfortable by his father who suddenly softened.

Under normal circumstances, his father should scold him, pull his ears hard, and tell him to go to school quickly.

Ji Xun saw this, and said: "Your son is very smart, not inferior to Brother Zhong at all."

"What's so clever?" Zhong Shuyong actually felt that Wenshi was doing well, and he said, "Come here, Shitou. This is your future teacher. Let him lead you today."

Zhong Wenshi didn't have much energy, he let out an oh, and his entire eyelids shrugged.

Ji Xun and Zhong Shuyong have been close friends for many years, and Zhong Wenshi is no stranger to Ji Xun, and he feels apprehensive about the other party being his teacher. After all, this is his father's friend, and he dare not treat those people like him. The teacher is so excessive.

Today, Zhong Wenshi showed such a trick, which made Zhong Shuyong very satisfied with him. He thought that this kid really got the hang of it, so he asked Ji Xun to take him to study in the study.

There are two study rooms in the county magistrate's mansion, one is Zhong Shuyong's, where he usually reads and works. attention.

Ji Xun went to Zhong Shuyong's small study.

There were not many books piled up in the study room. Ji Xun noticed that the "Three Hundred Poems for Children" was dusty in the corner, he patted the book and said, "Your nickname is Shishi, and I call you that too. How about learning the Three Character Classic today?"

Zhong Wenshi nodded indifferently, since these books are boring anyway.

Next, Ji Xun will teach first, and Zhong Wenshi will follow.

He is young, has an unstable temperament, and can't concentrate. He is attracted by the butterflies outside for a while, and looks at his hands for a while, always restless.

After an hour, the reading efficiency is not high.

Ji Xun said: "I'll test you, will you read this passage?"

He pointed to the first paragraph in the book, which he emphasized repeatedly, and he had just learned it, so it was not difficult to read it, and he planned to let Zhong Wenshi memorize it within three days.

Zhong Wenshi opened his eyes wide, "At the beginning of human beings, nature is kind...", he just read this paragraph, but he will not know it later, he only thinks these words recognize him, but he doesn't.

No wonder those teachers were all pissed off by him.

If Zhong Wenshi really didn't study, they could still punish him with a fine. Unfortunately, he seemed to be studying again during class, but his mind was not on it at all.Even if such a person is forced to study, there is no way.

Ji asked: "Do you like poetry more?"

Zhong Wenshi shook his head honestly: "I don't like it."

The teacher didn't scold him, which made him bolder, "I don't like any of these books, can I not learn these?" He repeated: "I don't like it."

Ji Xun was taken aback, then laughed, "Then tell me, how did you recite those two poems."

Zhong Wenshi also felt strange, why did he recite it all at once? He couldn't recite the book even though his father threw it on him.

Zhong Wenshi thought happily.

Ji Xun said: "I heard from Brother Zhong that you have been studying poetry for more than a month. Before, you stuttered even the first capital. Now you can memorize it completely. Do you know the reason?"

Zhong Wenshi was very confused, he opened his eyes and looked at him curiously. Although he didn't speak, his eyes were filled with: What's the reason?
There was a smile on the corner of Ji Xun's mouth: "Diligence can make up for weakness. If you read it every day and study it every night, these poems will naturally be printed in your mind, so you have to have confidence in yourself."

Zhong Wenshi touched the corner of his mouth, he was still a child after all, he didn't understand all kinds of reasons, so he thought it was true.

Seeing that Xiao Tong agreed with his point of view, Ji Xun smiled even deeper, "I'll come back in a few days, and I will teach you poetry next time, so you can preview it in the next few days."

Zhongwen Shikou agreed, but he thought in his heart that after Ji Xun left, he would go to the river to pick up stones with Agouer next door.

"By the way, did you read the album I borrowed from you last time? It belongs to my friend. If she asks again now, I will take it back today." Ji Xun said.

Zhong Wenshi's face froze, as if he was very reluctant, but this thing belonged to someone else, so he had to return it.

He took out the stacks of albums from the drawer, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Ji, do you still have this album? I want to buy one."

Zhong Wenshi took the papers and paused for a moment, the papers were a little crumpled, as if they were often played with.

Forget it, at worst, he is printing a few more copies for Yun Yiyi.

"Probably not, this is a painting by a friend, not a bookstore, and I don't care about it." Ji Xun cared about his attitude and explained in a good-tempered manner.

Zhong Wenshi was a little disappointed immediately, and asked curiously again: "Then is there any follow-up, I want to know what happened to that rabbit in the end?"

Ji Xun: "?"

Zhong Wenshi opened one of the albums and pointed to a picture, "Look, this story is not finished yet, I guess the goose stole the Chinese cabbage from the big yellow chicken, and the rabbit must have been wronged."

At the beginning, Ji Xun just flipped through it at random, and didn't look at it in detail. Only now did he realize that the next few picture albums are actually a series of stories, and there is a name. It's more than interesting, it consists of one short story after another.

This time he looked through a few sheets of paper in detail, and found that there were actually two poems "Ode to the Goose" and "On the Pool" on it. Yun Yiyi cleverly split the poems and assigned them as clues under the picture, so that people can understand more good understanding.

Ji Xun is an adult, he only feels that it is still fresh when he looks at the album, and he has no other feelings, after all, the content on it is extremely simple to him.

But if you look at it from a child's point of view...

He suddenly had a wonderful idea.

Ji Xun said: "Maybe there is a follow-up. If there is a picture album, I will definitely tell you when the time comes."

Zhong Wenshi's eyes lit up, and at this moment he showed a childlike and innocent smile, "Okay, there is a new one, you must notify me as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)