Zhang Dongxiang was stunned for a moment. The frequency of use of the word "黾" was obviously much lower than that of ordinary characters. Not to mention his grandson, even if he was five or six years older, there wouldn't be many people who could recognize it.
Moreover, the grandson actually recognized all the other characters in this book, which shows that his literacy has reached a new level.
Is Fang Zhengyi’s teaching method really that magical?
Little did they know that when Fang Zheng first customized the textbooks, they specially included some uncommon characters for children to learn.
Not to mention children, even the middle-aged and senior high school students, first-tier students, second-tier college students, junior college students, and even those who write bad online articles may not be able to recognize these words and have to look them up on Baidu.
If a young child can learn these rare characters, it will obviously make him/her proud in front of his/her parents.
This is education. It is not important what children learn. What is important is to satisfy customers, and the customers of the school are naturally parents...
Then, Zhang Dongxiang found a few uncommon characters to test Zhang Ling, and Zhang Ling answered them one by one.
Only then did Zhang Dongxiang hold his forehead and acknowledge the reality with an expression of amazement.
Seeing his little grandson studying hard, he felt extremely satisfied. No matter how good Fang Zhengyi's teaching method was, it couldn't be so amazing. It must be that our child is good!
He was a bookworm when he was young, so it's not surprising that his grandson behaved like this.
"Ling'er, there are probably not many classmates in Yucai Primary School who know as many words as you do, right?" Zhang Dongxiang asked with a proud expression.
My grandson is so outstanding, but the kids of my colleagues are no match for him!
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "These characters are very simple. We all know them. How can we read the book if we don't know them?"
What? How is this possible!
Zhang Dongxiang was shocked: "Then how do you usually practice calligraphy?"
Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "Well... first they taught us pinyin, and then taught us characters."
“What is Pinyin?”
"Pinyin is pinyin, it can help us recognize and read characters."
Zhang Dongxiang suddenly realized.
Phonology is a discipline that specifically teaches people how to pronounce words. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the unique phonology method of Fang Zheng's family education.
"Go on."
"In addition to learning to read in class, the teachers also tell us stories every night. But every time they tell the story halfway through, they stop at the exciting part. It's really hateful!"
"So the students in our dormitory had to look up the words in the dictionary and read them themselves to finish the story. After a while, we learned a lot of these words."
Zhang Dongxiang nodded in approval.
So that’s how it is. It’s a good idea to let children learn actively!
Zhang Ling continued, "There are activities and competitions every day in our school. There are singing competitions, running competitions, and literacy competitions... Our principal Fang said that this is called the Daily Competition. If we win a championship, we will get a little red flower. If we get 100 little red flowers, we can exchange them for a tricycle!"
Although I don’t know what a twisting car is, this incentive mechanism is obviously very good.
Daily competition? That sounds like a great idea. Fang Zhengyi is really good at teaching.
Just as he was about to ask more questions, Zhang Ling said impatiently, "Grandpa, you are interrupting my reading. Can you please stop asking and wait until I finish reading?"
"Then look, it's very beautiful." Zhang Dongxiang laughed awkwardly and sat back in his seat.
Looking at his little grandson reading attentively, he began to deal with the official business he had left in the court with satisfaction.
After more than twenty minutes, Zhang Ling closed the book, jumped off the stool, and ran out on his legs.
Zhang Dongxiang glanced at it and didn't try to stop it.
I just laughed secretly in my heart.
After all, he is still a child. Although he says he is reading, he can't sit still for long.
Just go out. It’s getting dark and the servants will naturally carry him back to his room to sleep.
Zhang Dongxiang lowered his head again and went about his own business.
......
The lights flickered.
In the study, Zhang Dongxiang was writing at his desk with an extremely serious look.
Every document on the case must be reviewed in detail twice before writing.
Just as he was concentrating, a small figure staggered in from outside the door.
Hearing the unusual noise, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but look up.
When he looked up, he saw Zhang Ling holding a large wooden basin and walking towards him with staggering steps.
Due to his unstable gait, the water in the basin splashed and Zhang Ling subconsciously closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, his gaze met Zhang Dongxiang's. He smiled childishly and said, "Grandpa, wash my feet."
"..."
This scene almost made Zhang Dongxiang burst into tears. He stood up from his chair and quickly walked to Zhang Ling's side.
He took the basin and said with emotion: "Ling'er, these are done by the servants. You are still young, so you don't need to help grandpa wash his feet."
"No, I'm not a child anymore. Principal Fang said that I should fulfill my filial duty. I want to wash grandpa's feet!" Zhang Ling said stubbornly.
You won't let me wash? Am I still going to do my second assignment?!
Zhang Dongxiang sighed in his heart... Good teaching! Fang Zhengyi taught well!
What a sensible grandson! He has so many grandchildren, but only one little grandson waits until he gets hot water to wash his feet.
It’s worth dying today!
Moved, Zhang Dongxiang smiled amiably: "Okay, then you wash for grandpa."
As he spoke, he carried the basin of water and walked to the side of the study and sat down.
Just as he was about to take off his shoes, Zhang Ling took small steps forward and took the initiative to help him take off his shoes and socks, which touched the old man again.
Zhang Ling carefully washed his feet in the basin, saying, "Grandpa, let me tell you a story?"
"Good! Good!" Zhang Dongxiang was so happy that his face full of wrinkles showed up for the Nth time.
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