060 The potential of a money-lover
Sun Sicheng invested a lot of money in buying the car, and it is not inferior to the Bai family's car.
Erqiang obediently sat next to Jixiang and learned how to drive the cart.
After one or two years, when he grows up a little, he won't be unable to drive a bus, right?
After getting into the master's car safely, he found that Sun Wen was looking at him with a smile.
"Ping An, you call him Mr. Sun. He will be your teacher in the future. The journey to Jiangnan will probably take more than 20 days. Don't waste such good time. I have decided that you will practice martial arts with Da Wu and others every morning, study with Mr. Sun in the morning, learn medicine with me in the afternoon, and practice calligraphy for an hour in the evening."
Ping An widened his eyes. Wow, this has been arranged from early morning to night. Is it really necessary to be so busy?
"Why, are you scared?"
"Master, don't be afraid. I'm just confused for a moment. Ping An will listen to you. Mr. Sun, I will trouble you again in the future."
Sun Wen looked at Ping An, who was like a little adult, and said gently, "It's not a problem, Ping An, can you read a book?"
"Mr. Sun, I have never been to school, but my parents taught me at home. I know a few characters, but my calligraphy is not good. I mostly use charcoal pencils at home."
"Charcoal? Is that what I mean by charcoal?"
Ping An took out a charcoal pencil from his backpack. The charcoal pencils nowadays were improved by his father. They were wrapped in a thin bamboo tube, which would keep hands clean when writing. After use, they could be refilled with fine charcoal.
Sun Wen took it and looked at it, then smiled to Sun Sicheng, "This is indeed good, it is convenient for shorthand, I will make two for later use."
"Mr. Sun, this is for you. I brought a lot of them. They were all made by my father."
"Thank you, Ping An. Although your parents have taught you some, let's start with the Three Character Classic." Sun Wen handed him a brand new Three Character Classic.
Ping An took it. He also brought a few of these books, but it was more comfortable to read the new books.
Sun Yat-sen's voice was clear and pleasant, "When a person is born, his nature is good. People with similar natures have similar habits, ..."
"Ping An, read these twelve sentences with me today. I will explain them to you after you have memorized them. Remember what you learn every day and understand it thoroughly. Don't be greedy for more."
"Understood, sir."
Sun Sicheng dozed with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. These twelve short sentences and thirty-six words were too simple for his apprentice.
Sure enough, after reading it twice with Sun Yat-sen, Ping An said he understood it.
He really knows this. He himself had never learned it in his previous life, but he was the one who taught his son when he was young. At that time, it was popular to teach children the basics of Chinese studies.
"Recite it to me again."
"When people are born, their nature is good, and their natures are similar, ..."
Sun Yat-sen was a little surprised. Although each sentence of the Three Character Classic seemed to have three characters, it was actually easy to remember incorrectly. Normally, a child who had just entered school would be taught four sentences a day at most. He knew that this child was smart, so he taught him twelve sentences.
"Yes, you remember it very well. Now, I will explain the meaning of these twelve sentences to you."
Sun Wen's reading was very pleasant, with ups and downs in his voice, and Sun Sicheng listened attentively. Both of them were scholars, but Sun Wen could not continue his studies due to an accident at home. Later, following Sun Sicheng, they no longer had the interest to take the imperial examinations.
He himself had no intention of taking the imperial examination, but Baicaotang could not do without him.
A quarter of an hour later, Ping An explained the meaning of these twelve sentences from beginning to end, and he was absolutely correct.
Sun Yat-sen didn't believe it, and asked Ping An to recite the twelve sentences of the Three Character Classic again.
Still correct.
I checked the meaning of a few sentences in the middle and they were still correct.
Sun Sicheng raised the corners of his lips, turned slightly, and felt a little proud.
If it was an ordinary child, would he accept him as his eldest disciple? No matter how many disciples he accepted in his life, this one would be the eldest.
Sun Yat-sen simply taught him the first 100 sentences of the Three Character Classic.
Ping An only listened to him read it three times and then memorized it word for word.
"Ping An, today you will learn the first 100 sentences. You must not only memorize them, but also recognize all the characters. As for the meaning of these sentences, I will explain them to you tomorrow morning. I will check them tomorrow. If you cannot memorize or recognize them, you will be punished."
"Yes, sir."
Sun Wen glanced at the eldest son, looked at his raised lips, and couldn't help but curl his lips.
Are you proud? I'm your apprentice, but don't you call me sir?
Sun Sicheng's car was driving on the official road and there were basically few bumps. He read the book safely for half an hour and then put it down.
From the moment he left home and took up his official post, he began to read and memorize books. At least an hour later, when the sun was already high in the sky, he didn't want to continue reading.
He already knows all these, and he has always planned to be a genius in this life. He doesn't know how to hide his shortcomings.
That would not bring him any benefits. For example, now, if he did not show his intelligence, there would be no possibility of becoming Master Sun's apprentice.
Sun Sicheng stopped pretending to sleep and said, "Ping An, have you learned everything? If you have, you can rest in the morning."
"Master, I know everything." He glanced at the teacher, and seeing that the teacher had no intention of testing him, he simply took the book.
She took out another oil-paper bag from the bag, which contained dried meat. Mother told them to eat the dried meat first because it would not last long.
Each person had a backpack, with food and daily necessities placed separately, and all of them were placed on the cart.
But both of them would put some food for the day in their backpacks for easy access.
Ping An then opened the paper package and said, "Master, sir, this is the meat strips that my mother made herself, you guys try it."
Sun Sicheng received a jar on the day he became an apprentice, and it was shared by everyone that day. It tasted very chewy.
"Ping An, how much did your mother do for you this time?"
Ping An's heart tightened: "It won't keep well in this weather, so I didn't make much. I still have some dried peaches and apricots."
He took out a small paper bag from his bag. There wasn't much in it, just about a handful.
Sun Sicheng called out to the front, "Da Zhuang, find a place to take a nap in half an hour."
"Understood, young master."
Soon, all the snacks on the small table were gone, and Ping'an felt that he had only eaten two.
Don’t men rarely eat snacks? Why do my master and husband love to eat them?
Can he sell these two recipes when he arrives in Jiangnan? If so, he can't finish them on the way, so he needs samples.
It is best to sell it once in one place and make it clear that you will not sell it out.
If I sell two kinds of products together for one hundred yuan at a time, and if I sell them five or six times, I can sell five or six hundred yuan, which is a lot.
"Ping An, what are you thinking about?" Sun Sicheng saw that the corners of his little disciple's mouth were slightly raised. What happy thing was he thinking about?
Ping An was unusually coy: "Master, I thought of something that seems very possible."
"What is it?"
"Master, please don't scold me. I think the dried meat and dried fruits made by my mother are delicious, and the braised meat is especially delicious.
We will go to many counties on our way to Jiangnan, and I was thinking, can I sell the recipe once in each place? I don’t have to sell all of them. If I really sell all of them, I will sell them at a certain price. If you don’t want to spend money, you have to agree that the recipe cannot be owned exclusively.”
Sun Sicheng's eyes widened: "You already have quite a bit of private money, why are you still thinking about silver? You are obsessed with money."
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