The master was very satisfied and looked at the two of them, saying, "Then I will accept you two as my students."
The two formally performed the apprenticeship ceremony and offered tea to the apprentices.
The teacher led them to the classroom, had them sit at the back, and then came out to look at Mo Yan.
"They've just arrived, so they're learning the most basic things at first. Don't think they're inferior to others; just take it slow. But one thing: do you want them to take the imperial examinations, or do you just want them to understand right from wrong?"
Different needs require different teaching approaches.
“I have no expectations for them. Let them decide for themselves. I am just a woman. I think the future of my children is their own choice. They only need to learn the basics. As for how they go about their future, that’s up to them.”
I am just their mother; I can make decisions for them, but I can't walk their life's path for them.
After listening to these words, the Master felt that Mo Yan was the most insightful person. Many people say that they want their children to become outstanding people, to become dragons and phoenixes among men, but they never thought that very few people have talent, and most are just ordinary people.
"It's good that you think this way. Then I'll make it clear: reading isn't something that can be done in a day or two; it requires long-term persistence."
Of course, we get out of school very early every day, so we can still help with chores around the house, you can rest assured about that.
Mo Yan: "???"
"Um?"
"Read for three hours every day. Half an hour in the morning, then I can go home for lunch, and one and a half hours in the afternoon."
During the busy farming season, there are also holidays for farmers.
Upon hearing this, Mo Yan exclaimed, "Oh dear, the beloved older brother of the family didn't say that before. He said he would be studying from morning till afternoon every day, and there was no way he could do any work."
"Yes, Master, I understand. Thank you."
After the teacher finished speaking, he went inside to teach them to read. Mo Yan glanced at the two children and then went home.
This time, she brought back some embroidery work, and Mo Yan slowly taught her daughter.
Mo Yan originally planned to bring her daughter along, but Xiao Cao herself didn't want to go.
Seeing her mother return, she quickly asked if her two older brothers had been accepted by the teacher, "Mother, have my brothers been accepted by the teacher?"
Mo Yan nodded and patted her daughter's head. "I'll take it. How about we have them teach you to write from now on?"
"Okay, let's write on the ground. I see everyone else is writing on the ground; it saves paper."
Brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones are very expensive, so many children write on the ground after they come home to save money.
"Okay, that's fine. Once you've learned enough, you'll be able to write on paper."
"No, it's good that my daughter can recognize them. Brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are too expensive, especially inkstones. You've forgotten that once Grandma bought an inkstone and was heartbroken for a long time, telling us to eat less."
Mo Yan also remembered; it was indeed like that, such a thing had happened.
So how about we make an inkstone?
This is also a business opportunity.
Mo Yan thought about it and felt that this was a reliable option.
If Dad has been to so many places, it doesn't seem like she can't make inkstones, does it?
Mo Yan immediately thought that she should go to the mountains to see what it was like and earn more money as capital. If she was going to do it, she should do it well.
To make the best inkstones.
"Little Grass, you've really helped your mother a lot. I think I saw your grandfather's secret recipe for making inkstones. I'll go take a look right now."
Mo Yan said she was going to take a look, but actually she was going to take out a box from inside, where she had put the secret recipe beforehand.
The little grass was amazed. "Grandpa is so amazing! He seems to know everything!"
"How come my maternal grandfather is so amazing? It seems like he has everything."
"Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. Your maternal grandfather took your mother to many places, saw many people, and learned many things. However, your mother was too young at that time and did not remember anything. But your maternal grandfather was different. He used his pen to record everything he saw and heard."
Among them were many lost recipes, which he recorded and put in a box, hoping to teach them to more people in the future.
Later, the original owner's father lived a very good life in the underworld.
One day, his body suddenly shone with golden light, all of which was from his merits.
At that time, he was just waiting to be reincarnated, having done nothing wrong. Later, he became a person in the underworld because of these merits. But that's another story.
"Grandfather is truly great," Xiaocao said sincerely. He really is great.
No one else could do what my grandfather did; once they got the recipe, they would definitely want to keep it hidden from everyone.
But my maternal grandfather was different; he collected them all and wanted to tell everyone.
"Hmm, your maternal grandfather is quite remarkable. Let's see what he can make: inkstones, paper, and this ceramics..."
Little Grass also looked along, but she couldn't understand it either. "Mother, I don't understand."
"Mother will teach you how to make our own paper, and then make inkstones for our own use, how about that?"
Little Grass's eyes lit up, somewhat incredulous. "But Mother, can we make it?"
"It certainly won't work at first, but we can always succeed if we try again and again."
We can try countless times; we will eventually succeed.
"Uh-huh."
Little Grass nodded quickly, and she worked hard alongside her mother.
Over the next few days, the mother and daughter searched for all the things needed.
Meanwhile, Mo Yan had a large courtyard built in the back, which was then transformed into a workshop.
We'll make paper from bamboo first, and then we'll talk about inkstones.
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