Zhang Ling hummed softly, "It's delicious, but not as good as the food in school."
"So what do you usually eat in Yucai?"
"In the morning, I eat milk and egg buns. At noon and in the evening, I eat stewed lamb chops and stir-fried vegetables. There are many kinds of food, and almost every day is different."
Zhang Dongxiang smiled.
In this regard, Fang Zhengyi is indeed conscientious. It seems that the standard of the cafeteria where they ate at Yucai Primary School has not been lowered.
The chefs there are really extraordinary, and I remember that the food they make tastes better than at home.
After the meal was over, the servants were about to clean up, but saw Zhang Ling was about to leave with his small bowl and chopsticks.
Zhang Dongxiang asked, "Ling'er, what are you going to do with the bowl and chopsticks?"
"Grandpa, I want to wash the dishes myself."
Wash your own dishes?
At the dinner table, the family members all looked at Zhang Ling in surprise, but Zhang Ling walked away from the table with his short legs.
Zhang Dongxiang was even more ecstatic!
How can a child be so sensible? He actually does housework by himself without anyone's supervision?
Although this is the simplest chore done by ordinary servants, in many aristocratic families, the elderly follow the family precepts.
He advocates practicing what one preaches, just like a saint, and therefore does not feel ashamed of doing odd jobs.
Instead, it is regarded as a virtue to be cherished!
Many officials in the court, although already wealthy, still maintained this diligent style, doing housework diligently, and even going to the fields to plant vegetables and collect manure themselves.
Now, seeing his five-year-old grandson taking the initiative to wash the dishes, Zhang Dongxiang was very happy.
None of his other grandsons have ever been as proactive as Zhang Ling.
The family looked at each other and then laughed.
Zhang Dongxiang even ran to Zhang Ling in person, stood behind him and watched his grandson wash the dishes, and said with a smile: "Good grandson, go and have a rest, it's getting late."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "No, I want to study. Grandpa, where is my schoolbag?"
"Read? You can read just because you know a few words. Can you understand it? Did Principal Fang tell you to study when you go home? You don't have to listen to him. Listen to grandpa and just go to rest." Although Zhang Dongxiang was happy, he always felt something was wrong.
It feels a bit strange that such a young child has already learned to wash dishes on his own initiative and now has to read on his own initiative.
I don’t know what homework the school has assigned. What kind of book can a child of this age understand?
Zhang Ling shook his head and said, "No, I need to study. Our principal Fang said, 'Don't be stingy with your golden clothes, but be stingy with your youth.'"
"Ha! What else did he say?" Zhang Dongxiang stroked his beard, his eyes rolling around.
Another good line of poetry popped up, I have to write it down later.
"Also, if you don't study hard when you are young, you will regret it when you are old. If you study hard, you will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are young ... old. You will regret it when you are young. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are young. You will regret it when you are old. You will regret it when you are old.
Zhang Ling recited the poem slowly and leisurely.
Zhang Dongxiang became more and more frightened as he listened, and finally he couldn't help but shudder all over and shouted "OK!"
This Fang Zheng...is full of poetic talent and thoughtful writing!
I really can't help but praise him!
"Are these all poems written by your principal Fang?"
"Yes, yes. Our principal Fang said that he doesn't like to write poems on weekdays. Writing poems is the most brain-consuming, so he wrote incomplete poems for several days in a row, hoping that we can understand the true meaning of them. When we grow up, we can complete them ourselves. By the way, grandpa, will you let me study in Yucai?"
Zhang Dongxiang swallowed.
Just based on Fang Zhengyi's poems, I made a huge profit of one thousand taels, and I won't lose five thousand taels!
But... this seems like a bottomless pit. What if Founder continues to increase its investment in the future?
Is it possible that all the family fortune is invested in the education of a grandson?
Fortunately, each family only admitted one grandson and sent all of them in. Even though all six branches of the Zhang family in Beijing were emptied out, they still couldn’t afford to send their grandsons to school!
Thinking that all six rooms had been emptied, Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but shudder.
As for education, the child is indeed well educated so far, but not so good that it costs five thousand taels for one semester.
Besides, there are so many people at home. What if Ling'er's behavior is seen by other families and they also make a fuss?
Fang Zhengyi is clearly showing his fangs now. He opened this school just to make money!
The school will definitely expand its enrollment in the future. If we send a few more children in due course, it will be the end of us!
No, we must not send this child to Yucai again!
Zhang Dongxiang's gaze shifted to Zhang Ling, who was still blinking, waiting for his grandfather's reply.
The problem now is how to fool the child... Just delay it for a few days and the child will forget about it!
Having made up his mind, Zhang Dongxiang changed the subject and said, "Ling'er, go read a book first. Grandpa has some things to do. Let's go get the schoolbag."
After saying that, regardless of Zhang Ling's objection, Zhang Dongxiang took his grandson's hand and went to find the schoolbag.
Soon they arrived at the study. Zhang Ling saw the schoolbag on the table and ran over.
This schoolbag was also given by Yucai Primary School. It is embroidered with various cute animal images. The opening is fastened with buttons, and there are pockets on the left and right for water bottles.
Zhang Dongxiang hadn't noticed Zhang Ling carrying the schoolbag on his back when he picked up the child before, but now he looked at it carefully and found it quite novel, so he asked, "Ling'er, is this schoolbag issued to you by the school? What's the bamboo tube next to it for?"
"This is a water bottle made by the school. It's used when we go out in case we run out of water." As he spoke, Zhang Ling had already opened his schoolbag, pulled out a book, and turned to the catalog.
Well, you are really thoughtful. You have considered even the details when making a small school bag.
"Ling'er, just sit here and read. If you encounter any words you don't understand, ask grandpa." Zhang Dongxiang pulled a chair and carried Zhang Ling up.
I glanced and saw the contents of the book.
"The Crow Drinks Water", "The Fox and the Tiger", "The Farmer and the Snake", "The Three Little Pigs"...
Zhang Ling turned to the article about the crow drinking water. Zhang Dongxiang leaned over to take a look. After just a few glances, he understood what was going on.
It is a simple little story, but it seems meaningful. Although it is written in vernacular, it is suitable for children to read.
It is printed in two languages side by side, one of which is the simplified Chinese characters Fang Zhengyi mentioned before, which is not a problem.
But...this story probably has thousands of words. Can my grandchildren understand it?
Zhang Dongxiang couldn't help but stretched out his hand, pointed at the content, and said in a gentle tone: "Ling'er, do you recognize all the words here?"
Zhang Ling nodded: "I know them all."
Zhang Dongxiang frowned, flipped through a few pages, and deliberately picked an article with many uncommon characters and a longer length, and asked: "Do you know all the characters here?"
“I know them all.”
Zhang Dongxiang's eyes showed shock. He pointed at the word "黾" and asked, "How do you pronounce this word?"
"Nianmin"
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