Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Zhang Dongxiang was stunned for a moment. The word '黾' (mǐn) is obviously used much less frequently than ordinary characters. Not to mention a child of Sunzi's age, even people five or six years older might not recognize it.

Moreover, Sunzi actually recognized all the other characters packed into this book, which shows that his literacy has reached a new level.

Is Fang Zheng's education method really that amazing?

Little did he know that when Fang Zheng customized the teaching materials, he deliberately pre-embedded some rare characters for the children to learn.

Not to mention children, even the 'nine-leak fish' (people who missed out on education) of later generations, those with one-year college degrees, two-year college degrees, or even those who write web novels, might not recognize these characters and would have to look them up on Baidu.

If a young child can learn these rare characters, they can obviously show off in front of their parents.

This is education! What children learn is not actually that important. What is important is to satisfy the customers, and the school's customers are naturally the parents...

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

At this point, Zhang Dongxiang supported his forehead and admitted reality with amazement.

Watching his little grandson bury himself in reading, he was very satisfied. No matter how good Fang Zheng's teaching method is, it couldn't be so heaven-defying. It must be because our seed is good!

He was a bookworm when he was young, so it's not surprising that his grandson has such performance.

"Ling'er, there shouldn't be many classmates in Yucai Elementary School who know as many characters as you do, right?" Zhang Dongxiang asked with a proud expression.

His own grandson is so outstanding, the children of his colleagues are simply not good enough!

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 books?"

What? How is this possible!

Zhang Dongxiang was shocked: "Then how do you usually learn characters?"

Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "Um... we are first taught pinyin, and then we learn to recognize characters."

"What is pinyin?"

"Pinyin is pinyin. It can help us recognize and read characters."

Zhang Dongxiang suddenly understood.

Phonology, there are specialized teachings for reading and pronouncing characters. If there are no accidents, it should be Fang Zheng's unique phonological method in his family education.

"Continue talking."

"In addition to learning characters in class, the kindergarten teacher also tells us stories every night, but every time they only tell half of the story, cutting it off at the exciting part. It's so hateful!"

"So our classmates in the dormitory can only look up the dictionary ourselves to finish the story. Over time, we have learned a lot of these characters."

Zhang Dongxiang nodded in approval.

So that's how it is, letting children learn actively, this method is good!

Zhang Ling continued: "Our school also has activities every day, with various competitions, singing competitions, running competitions, and character recognition competitions... Our Principal Fang said that this is called the Daily Grand Prix. Winning a championship once can give us a little red flower, and getting a hundred little red flowers can be exchanged for a twist car!"

Although he didn't know what a twist car was, this incentive mechanism was obviously very good.

Daily Grand Prix? It sounds like a good idea. Fang Zheng is indeed good at education.

Just as he was about to continue asking, Zhang Ling said impatiently: "Grandpa, you are disturbing me from reading. Can you stop asking for now and wait until I finish reading?"

"Then you read, read carefully." Zhang Dongxiang smiled awkwardly and sat back in his seat.

Watching his little grandson concentrate on reading, he began to handle the official duties he had left behind in the court with satisfaction.

After more than twenty minutes, Zhang Ling closed the book, jumped off the stool, and ran out with his short legs.

Zhang Dongxiang glanced at him and didn't stop him.

He just smiled secretly in his heart.

After all, he is still a child. He said he was reading, but in reality, he couldn't sit still for long.

Let him go out, the sky is getting dark, and the servants will naturally take him back to his room to sleep.

Zhang Dongxiang lowered his head again and busied himself with his own affairs.

......

The lights flickered.

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

Every document on the desk had to be reviewed in detail twice before he could write.

Just as he was concentrating, a small figure swayed in from outside the door.

Hearing the unusual sound, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but raise his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Ling holding a large wooden basin, walking towards him with slightly staggering steps.

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, his gaze was facing Zhang Dongxiang, and he showed a naive smile and said: "Grandpa, wash your feet."

"..."

This scene almost brought tears to Zhang Dongxiang's eyes. He stood up from his chair and went to Zhang Ling's side in three steps.

Snatching the water basin, he said with emotion: "Ling'er, these things are done by servants. You are still young, you don't need to help grandpa wash your feet."

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

You won't let me wash? Am I not going to do my second homework?!

Zhang Dongxiang sighed in his heart... Well taught! Fang Zheng taught well!

What a sensible grandson! Of his many grandchildren, only one little grandson knows to fetch hot water to wash his feet.

It's worth dying today!

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

As he said that, he held the water basin and sat down on the side of the study.

Just as he was about to take off his shoes, Zhang Ling stepped forward again and took off his shoes and socks for him, causing the old man to feel another wave of emotion in his heart.

As his feet entered the water basin, Zhang Ling carefully washed them for him, and said: "Grandpa, shall I tell you a story?"

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

Inside the study, the grandson squatted on the ground, washing his grandfather's feet vigorously.

The grandfather lowered his head and listened to his grandson telling stories with joy, a scene of warmth and harmony.

"...The little duck swims, swims, and swims ashore!" Zhang Ling finished the story, wiped Zhang Dongxiang's feet dry, and raised his head and said: "Grandpa, it's done."

Promoting positive energy starts with me.

Second homework, completed!

Zhang Dongxiang's mouth was already sore from smiling. Seeing that Zhang Ling was still going to pour the water himself, he hurriedly called the servant to take the foot-washing water away.

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

Sleep? There is still one homework that has not been completed?

How can I sleep? Do I still want the little red flower?

Zhang Ling rolled his small eyes and said, "Grandpa, I'm not sleepy. Can you bring me the family account book to look at?"

"Look at the account book? Why do you want to look at the account book? Can you understand it?" Zhang Dongxiang asked curiously.

"Let me see... I learned arithmetic in school. Principal Fang learned that he can read the account book. I have already learned it, I want to see the account book." Zhang Ling pleaded, tugging at his clothes.

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

Although the account book is the most important thing in the family, he must let his little grandson see it!

Based on tonight's performance, he can burn the account book, what's wrong with looking at it!

A moment later, Zhang Ling returned to the previous chair, took out a piece of white paper and a charcoal pencil from his schoolbag.

Then he opened the account book and looked at it in a seemingly proper manner...