Duofu has been in a great mood lately, chasing butterflies in the little garden he brought with him in the yard.
It's so nice not having to study. Duofu doesn't want to complain anymore. Those scribbles are ridiculous. It's one thing for the Fourth Prince to make him learn Chinese characters, but at least he can guess half of them and learn them vaguely.
Look at those Manchu and Mongolian characters, they're all just scribbles, what are they even writing?
Anyway, they made him suffer quite a bit, and in the end, I don't know if the Fourth Prince had a change of heart, but he finally stopped making him learn those Mongolian languages.
Duofu felt that learning Chinese was already difficult enough; learning Chinese was not simply about recognizing characters and reading storybooks.
The Fourth Prince really wanted to groom him to be a top scholar, ensuring he mastered all the Four Books and Five Classics. Duofu looked at the characters separated by no symbols, all the words tangled together, and he had no idea where to break them.
Plus, it's a vertical format, so it took him a long time to get used to it.
Duofu's only favorite thing was when the Fourth Prince told stories from the Records of the Grand Historian. This was the only thing he found interesting and not so boring or tiring.
Duofu's claws, which were chasing butterflies, suddenly stopped, and his dark, fox-like eyes stared blankly for a moment.
He should have finished the homework assigned last time. He has finished practicing writing large characters and read the books that were supposed to be read. The only thing he hasn't memorized yet is the book he is supposed to memorize.
Duofu breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the ones he couldn't memorize. In the end, the Fourth Prince couldn't do anything to him anyway. As long as he finished the rest, that was fine. Memorizing was too mentally taxing, and he didn't like it.
He didn't have the same talent as the Fourth Prince, who could memorize things after reading them only once or twice, and some he could even recite after reading them only once. It was as if this academic underachiever was out of his league.
Duofu was utterly devastated.
The Fourth Prince always thought he had raised a clever little monster. When the monster was learning to read and read stories, it did so at a very fast pace, and he didn't see any stupidity in it at all.
Little did anyone expect that once he formally began his studies, even the Fourth Prince had to admit that he was indeed a hopeless case.
He was still a piece of rotten wood, a hard rock, and not only was he not ashamed of it, he also seriously said that if his brain didn't work well, then there was no point in wasting time on his education.
He only needs to recognize a few words.
How could the Fourth Prince allow such a thing to happen?
Su Peisheng, who was always by his side, was a studious person. He never expected that the precious child he had raised would be so lazy and so averse to studying.
For a while, the Fourth Prince was really furious, but he couldn't lose his temper with his little darling. He had to persuade him gently and patiently, for fear of aggravating his aversion to studying.
Su Peisheng, who served him closely, was in a terrible situation. For a long time, he was inexplicably and directly blamed for this.
The Fourth Prince eventually couldn't take it anymore, so he removed the other two courses, leaving only the Chinese language course, which was easier to teach.
You say that Duofu didn't listen attentively in class, but he sat there quietly and didn't doze off, yet he just couldn't understand it.
In addition, he stares at you with his big, round eyes, full of grievance, as if he has suffered a great injustice.
In the end, the Fourth Prince couldn't resist and didn't ask Duofu to learn the other two languages. He only wanted him to learn Chinese well.
The Fourth Prince initially planned to teach Duofu the method of reading a book 120 times.
Before he could even do anything, the little white dumpling sitting on the bench kept complaining about a sore bottom, thirst, or hunger. In short, he was just grateful if he could finish reading it once in an hour.
This only works if you're with the Fourth Prince, and you have to coax him gently, not keep a stern face, otherwise Duofu will have a lot of trouble.
He also said that he was scared by the stern face and couldn't concentrate on his book at all.
In the very end.
The Fourth Prince finally understood that he had raised a rich but lazy little fish.
You can't hit him, you can't scold him, you have to beg your ancestors to let him read a little longer.
The Fourth Prince's temper has become more and more mellow, and he exudes a unique composure.
For a time, the Fourth Prince felt that he would no longer be driven to heartache by Duofu, but he still underestimated Duofu's abilities.
Even if he reduced the course to only Chinese, his little darling still complained that it was too much.
He said he wasn't going to take the imperial examinations or become the top scholar, so he didn't want to learn the Four Books and Five Classics, those useless things.
Or they complain that the text is too much, too dense, and doesn't look good.
Even the Fourth Prince didn't know where this little rascal learned it from. From ancient times to the present, all writing systems have been like this; no one has ever complained that the characters are too dense and therefore refused to learn them.
They couldn't even come up with a good excuse for him.
In the end, the Fourth Prince finally succumbed to the allure of those big, bright eyes and gave up the opportunity to truly educate Duofu; he wanted to live a few more years.
Other things can be skipped, but the characters must be written beautifully, and the characters that need to be recognized must be known. He doesn't require him to read or memorize anything; he just needs to skim through them and understand the general idea.
The only time he felt relaxed was when he was telling his little darling the stories from the Records of the Grand Historian.
Only then would the little darling show some spirit, looking at him with bright eyes, which made him feel a sense of accomplishment as a teacher.
In fact, after each story was told, his little darling had a different perspective and remembered very clearly what he had said.
Unlike others.
Even if he says it 10 times, this little devil might not remember what he said.
The Fourth Prince was initially quite desperate. He never imagined that his son, Duofu, would be so unintelligent. Later, he discovered that Duofu was only good at things that interested him.
As for those things he's not interested in, he'll just say, "Looking at them gives me a headache."
The Fourth Prince finally breathed a sigh of relief. He really did have a bit of aversion to stupidity. If his son, Duofu, were stupid, he definitely wouldn't be disgusted by him.
But he would definitely be heartbroken; how could his precious child be stupid? He absolutely could not allow that.
The Fourth Prince later lowered his standards for Duofu lower and lower, until they were practically at the surface.
As long as he's willing to practice calligraphy and read serious books, that's fine.
We can't ask for too much else.
He's raising his ancestors, not anything else.
He needs to understand his place; he's raising a little emperor.
After several rounds of self-hypnosis and reassurance, the Fourth Prince slowly recovered.
He felt that this was acceptable, as long as he read less of those messy romance novels, he would be quite happy.
The Fourth Prince has been busy cleaning up the mess left by the Crown Prince's affairs these past few days, so he hasn't had much time to keep an eye on his little darling's studies.
He also planned to let Duofu relax a bit, so that Duofu wouldn't be frowning all day long, almost turning into a chubby, bitter-faced person.
And I always tell him to read one day and rest one day, saying that reading all the time will dull his brain.
You can only continue reading after you've had enough rest.
All of that is fallacy. He's been doing it this way for over a decade, studying for seven or eight hours every day, and he's never lost his mind.
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