Chapter 203 He Yushi’s private lesson
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Finally, Jiang Mianmian wrote a serious translation under the watchful eyes of A Niang.
Because A Niang really beats.
o(╥﹏╥)o.
He Yushi looked at the rewritten translation and was speechless.
Isn’t this good?
How can it be translated like that, making people die every now and then, this kid has some problems with his thinking.
And the eldest brother Jiang Feng sighed inwardly when he saw those translations that made people die every now and then.
It’s not Mianmian’s fault, she is the same as himself.
Sometimes he also wants to make people die.
I still remember one night when the family went to the cave for refuge.
What my father taught him in the cave.
After a long time, he had a new understanding.
He thought it was good.
It is better to bully others than to be bullied by others.
The Analects that my sister read is very powerful.
He Yushi put the tea leaves back with a knotted face.
When he got up today, he counted the head of the bed. Usually, there would be a lot of fallen hair on the pillowcase when he woke up. Today, when he woke up, half of the hair was gone.
Although he is not like the emperor who pursues elixirs and immortality, he also attaches great importance to health preservation.
How long a person can serve as an official depends first on how long he lives.
He thought about it and the only thing he felt was particularly different from his food was the tea.
When he woke up in the morning, there was no bad smell in his mouth. Before, he woke up with a bad breath every day. He felt that the bad things in his stomach that had been in his stomach all night had run into his mouth.
This morning, his teeth were actually clean and fresh.
When she woke up and sat up, she didn't feel dizzy or heavy in the head, but very naturally, just like ten years ago, she got up with a gulp.
He Yushi felt that this tea must be special.
So he took it back.
Knowing that she was teasing him, He Yushi was a little amused.
This girl is really naughty.
Then he thought that Jiang Er would have a hard time with such a naughty girl in the future. Thinking of this, he felt much more balanced.
Today is also Jiang Mianmian's day off.
It's a bit sad that her interest classes are all full.
She has to learn to play the piano, learn to play chess, learn calligraphy, learn to paint, learn to ride a horse, learn to drive (Yu), learn archery, learn to practice swords, learn to use a whip, and cultural classes are just a small part of it.
It's really not easy to say.
Jiang Mianmian really has no musical talent, she is tone-deaf, her chess playing is average, her calligraphy is average, her painting is OK, but her painting style is a little bit abrupt, she likes riding horses, driving, archery, sword practice, and the whirring of soft whip dance.
It can be seen that she is seriously biased in her subjects, likes physical education classes...
her IQ is average, and there is no genetic mutation.
She was originally an ordinary girl.
She didn't have to become someone, just to meet everyone's expectations, to do a certain job, to support herself.
But now she finds that she has no livelihood pressure, her parents spoil her very much, including her brother, sister, and aunt, who actually have no real requirements for her.
She lives casually. She
grew up slowly and lived slowly.
She tried to make herself more comfortable and slowly changed some aspects of her life.
She had no big ambitions, but she had many hobbies. She
didn't like embroidery, but she liked drawing pictures for others to embroider.
The advantage of being a rich girl is that you can like it or not.
Of course, she knew that her father asked her to learn it, and she needed to learn a general way so that she could deal with the outside world and know it. If she made jokes, she was worried that she would be unhappy, and other things were secondary.
To be honest, she used to care about other people's opinions. If
someone said something bad about her, she would care about it for a long time, thinking about whether she should change it, how to change it, and if she changed it, would the other person think it was good?
In this regard, her father was much more open-minded.
Her father was not afraid of what people said.
If someone said something bad about him, he would let the person find the reason himself, and it must be that the person who said it was wrong.
The piano lessons were just half-songs. After another month of study, I guess I could play a whole song.
I could use this song in the future to show off my colorful clothes and entertain my parents. It should be enough.
She didn’t need to learn to sing.
She had a good voice, but she would always sing out of tune. The people who sang were happy, but the people who listened wanted to cry.
Her family didn’t want to applaud against their will, and they didn’t want to hurt her self-esteem.
What was strange was that my brother actually took this course.
There were actually quite a few men who could sing in this era. My brother said that when three or five good friends had a meal together, they would sing a song happily. It was an elegant thing. I only
learned half of the chess skills. It was enough to know how to play.
Calligraphy had to be practiced every day, because learning itself included calligraphy.
This requires patience, just think of it as tempering your temper.
As for painting, since Jiang Mianmian scared away several teachers, no teachers came anymore, and Jiang Changtian taught personally.
Now the teacher was tricked by his father himself.
He also gave him tea as a gift.
Jiang Mianmian knew that this teacher must be very important. He
was not so easy to fool.
He Yushi got the good tea, and knew that he would not stay in Jingzhou for long. Even if he accepted this cheap student, he would not have many opportunities to teach.
He had to teach something and could not take advantage of others.
So He Yushi gave a one-on-one class.
Speaking of which, the gold content of this class is definitely high enough.
It is almost equivalent to the modern Supreme People's Procuratorate Procurator General and the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission teaching in person.
He Yushi was the top scorer in the college entrance examination that year.
For others, being the top scorer in the college entrance examination is the highest honor, but for him, it is just a trivial starting point.
It is definitely beneficial to chat with such a person.
Jiang Changtian feels that he lives in a small place and has little knowledge. Even if he wants to give all the knowledge in his heart to his children, he can't give much. He hopes that his children can get more education, see further, and stand more firmly.
As for why he asked Mr. Yushi to be the teacher for Mianmian instead of Feng Ge'er, this is Jiang Changtian's emotional intelligence.
There is nothing to avoid when teaching a girl. It depends on He Yushi's mood.
If it is Feng Ge'er, there are many things involved, which is also embarrassing.
Knowing that it is impossible to do it, don't do it. Knowing that it can be done, try to give it a push.
Afternoon.
The spring water gurgles.
You can listen to the spring in the teahouse.
He Yushi listened carefully to the sound of flowing water and asked Mianmian: "Why do you make this sound?"
Jiang Mianmian said: "The sound of the spring is good for sleep."
He Yushi nodded. He had already figured out the child's feelings. If it was his own daughter, he might not be able to help but find a bamboo whip.
Fortunately, it was Jiang Er's family.
To be honest, he admired the temperament of someone else's child.
Everyone in this world is busy, and it is actually a great blessing to be able to get a good sleep. It's
just that others have been busy for half a lifetime before they think of the importance of a good sleep.
The girl in front of him, who looks stunning at first sight, is better than her master, and her appearance is even better than Jiang Er. She is not as weathered as Jiang Er, pure and beautiful, and she is actually thinking about how to sleep well.
"Life is short and exciting, how can you just want to sleep well." He Yushi said.
Jiang Changtian's family who were eavesdropping next door... Father Jiang Changtian, Mother Qin Luoxia, Brother Jiang Feng, Aunt Yin Ping, Sister Jiang Yu was missing, Jiang Yu was yelling and couldn't help it, and Meng Shaoxia was missing, Meng Shaoxia had a high sense of morality and was embarrassed to eavesdrop.
"Uncle He is right, why sleep for a long time when you are alive, you will sleep forever after death." Jiang Mianmian nodded. (Note 1)
Jiang Feng next door had moist eyes.
Jiang Changtian was silent, and this was also because he couldn't bear to teach his own girl.
Thinking that if she really started to sleep forever at such a young age, his heart was broken, and he couldn't bear to say a harsh word, but he was really worried. If he and Sister Xia were gone in the future, would she be able to live well?
Among the children, Jiang Changtian felt that Mianmian was the most thoughtful.
Those eyes, just born, seemed to be sparkling with ideas.
Children who are sensitive and thoughtful will not live happily.
It is better to be like Yu Jie'er, who is rough-hearted. As long as they are strong enough, they will not worry about her being bullied.
He Yushi did not expect that he would come up with a sentence in a casual chat, "Why sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will sleep forever after death." It sounds
ordinary at first, but the more you think about it, the more profound it is.
It can even be used to teach yourself.
He was stunned for a while.
He laughed again and said, "Your translation of the Analects is very interesting, and the killing is very decisive. If Confucius knew about it, he would probably come out to discuss it with you."
Jiang Mianmian said seriously, "It is said that Confucius was from Lu. He took students to travel to many countries. During the Spring and Autumn Period, there was chaos and war, so students speculated that Confucius was at least eight feet tall, strong and powerful. He was on the road every day, exposed to wind and rain, and scorching sun. He should be a strong man with dark and rough skin and a big beard. Only in this way can he take students to various countries to teach safely."
He Yushi's face cracked.
In his mind, Confucius was like him, tall and thin, elegant, with a thin beard, a long gown, and always speaking classics.
But after what this kid said, he actually felt that it made some sense.
But if Confucius was a dark and burly man, and then read the Analects... for some reason, I couldn't look straight at it.
It's over. I can't talk to her about classical literature anymore. If I talk again, it will ruin it.
Thinking about Boya and Zhong Ziqi, he didn't dare to think about it now.
Jiang Feng next door nodded. His sister's words made sense. Confucius must have had super strong martial arts to travel around the world. At any time, martial arts is the foundation.
Qin Luoxia thought to herself, the child's words are rough but the logic is correct.
Jiang Changtian thought to himself, Confucius, I'm crying.
The aunt thought to herself, the young master is born with a rebellious nature and doesn't care about anyone.
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(Note 1: This sentence comes from the work of Xiao Hong in the Republic of China)
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