Chapter 1055: Teaching Students in Accordance with Their Aptitude (Two Chapters in One)
Gu Jian was unwilling to go back to Beijing with them. Daohua and Xiao Yeyang were helpless, but they couldn't persuade the old man.
For them, there are still some concerns about the capital that they cannot let go of, but for the old man, except for the two blood relatives, the Emperor and Prince Ping, he hates that place from the bottom of his heart.
The Emperor and Prince Ping are not people of ordinary status. Even if the old man goes back, they won't have much time to spend together. It's better not to go back.
"Okay, don't worry. I've already made an agreement with Wen Xiu. We'll be away for a few months, so please come and stay with the old man more often."
After hearing what Xiao Yeyang said, Daohua's expression relaxed a little: "Yes, Master likes Big Brother very much."
Xiao Yeyang smiled and said, "It's mainly because your elder brother has the patience to play chess with the old man, but I can't sit still." The old man's chess moves were really too slow.
Knowing that Gu Jian would not go to the capital with them, Daozi took the initiative to take his younger brothers and sisters to live in Nanshan Hall, under the pretext of "spending more time with the old ancestor" so that the old man would not miss them after they left.
Gu Jian was naturally happy to see this happen, and was very touched by the filial piety of the third child.
As February approached, Daohua saw that Xiao Yeyang was almost done arranging the affairs of Xiliang, so she started to let Sanxiao pack his luggage.
As the eldest brother who already has experience traveling, Daozi feels that he needs to take on the responsibility of teaching his younger siblings how to pack their luggage.
Daozi did not pack her own luggage, but went to the twins' warm room first and guided her younger brother and sister to pack their things step by step.
Like Daozi, the twins also cleaned up their toy house by themselves, so the two little guys have good hands-on ability.
"Mom said that when we return to Beijing this time, we will be meeting many relatives, so we must bring gifts for everyone. Think about it quickly, what gifts should we bring?"
The twins treated this as a game, digging out some hidden things from various corners, and handed them to Daozi with a smile, saying they were gifts.
Seeing that the three little ones were having fun, Daohua ignored them and continued to do her own thing. When she came back again, the maid behind her was pulling a wooden suitcase.
When Daozi saw it, his eyes lit up immediately and he quickly ran to take the suitcase from Guyu's hand: "Mom, what is this?"
Daohua smiled and said, "This is a box for you to pack your things. You can put your personal belongings in it, so you don't have to rummage through boxes and cabinets every time you need them."
As he spoke, he took out the smaller suitcase he had made for the twins and began to demonstrate it immediately.
"You can put clothes, shoes, small toys, storybooks, etc. in the box."
As Daohua spoke, she placed the twins' various dolls into the box, then closed it and stood it up: "This way, you can pull them along on your own."
The last time she saw Daozi going out, Daohua suddenly had an idea and asked the craftsmen in the mansion to make a few wooden suitcases.
These boxes are made of light wood and are not very big, so even twins can pull them away.
Daozi likes the things his mother makes the most, which cannot be seen or bought anywhere else. He can't let go of his own big red suitcase.
"This is mine."
Daomang took the pink suitcase and pushed the green suitcase next to it to his younger brother Daomiao.
Although the little girl is only three years old, she already looks like an older sister.
The lazy little pig, Rice Seedling, enjoyed the care of his older brothers and sisters and never argued with Rice Ear about who was older.
Daomang pulled the suitcase around the house, and then excitedly stuffed things into it with the rice seedlings.
Daozi also pulled his box back to the room and began to pack his luggage.
On the second day of February, after saying goodbye to Gu Jian, Daohua and Xiao Yeyang took the three children, who were pulling their own suitcases, and got on a carriage to the capital.
At first, Sanxiao was a little sad about being separated from Gu Jian, but when they got out of the city gate, they were attracted by the pedestrians and scenery outside the carriage. They no longer cared about their sadness and started chattering excitedly.
Xiao Yeyang was usually busy with his work and didn't have much time to spend with the children, so he always felt guilty about it. But once he went out, he became friends with the three children.
A few days ago, Daohua felt very happy watching the interaction between the four father and his sons, but later she was annoyed by their quarrels and got on another carriage.
When we were about to leave the territory of Xiliang, many refugees with their families appeared on the official road.
Looking at the skinny and poorly dressed refugees, Sanxiao spoke in a much lower voice.
"Brother, look, they're not wearing shoes. Aren't they cold?"
Daomang looked at the refugees passing by the convoy in surprise, and Baozi's face was full of confusion.
Daozi frowned and said, "That's because they are poor, very poor." Then he looked at the twins seriously and said, "You must study hard, otherwise, you will not be able to protect our family business and will become like them."
The twins were startled, one threw herself into Xiao Yeyang's arms and the other threw herself into Daohua's arms.
Rice Flower comforted the rice seedlings in her arms and looked at Xiao Yeyang with some confusion: "Didn't they say that the disaster would be alleviated after the drought-resistant crops were planted? Why are there still so many refugees?"
Xiao Yeyang looked at the refugees outside and said, "These people may not be able to make it in their hometowns." He then looked at the sky, knocked on the car door, and instructed the driver outside, "The convoy will stop by the roadside at noon."
Not long after, the convoy found an open space and stopped.
Xiao Yeyang got off the carriage with the rice and walked towards the refugees who were resting on the roadside.
Daohua held the twins in her arms and watched from the carriage.
After a round of wandering and understanding the reasons why the refugees came to Xiliang, Xiao Yeyang returned with the rice.
Daozi got on the carriage, and Xiao Yeyang went to instruct the guards to take his handwritten letter to the nearest Jiuning Prefecture and ask the prefect to accept this group of refugees.
"Mom, these refugees can't survive in their hometowns, so they came here from thousands of miles away with their families to find a way to survive."
"Mother, why can't I survive elsewhere, but I can survive in Xiliang?"
Facing her son's puzzled eyes, Daohua patiently explained, "Because Xiliang is accepting refugees, the refugees who come here can get help from the government. Not only will the reclaimed wasteland belong to them, but the government will also provide them with grain seeds."
"Here, they can find hope to survive."
Daozi showed a look of sudden realization, and then said proudly: "This is all because Daddy is so powerful, more powerful than other officials."
Daohua nodded in agreement: "Your father has indeed sacrificed a lot for Xiliang. Now you know why he is so busy, right?"
"As a prince, your father enjoys high office and generous salary and the support of the people, but he must shoulder the responsibility of the people's livelihood and the development of Xiliang."
"If your father does nothing and doesn't care about the lives of the people, he won't be able to remain King Weiyuan for long."
As he spoke, he pointed at the refugees outside the carriage.
"Take the refugees outside for example. If your father doesn't do anything, the number of refugees will increase exponentially, and we only have a few guards. The refugees will have no way to survive, and when they see that we have so much food at home, what do you think will happen?"
Rice shuddered: "They will rush over and take away everything we have."
Daohua nodded and said, "So, when you are in a position, you must govern your country. Nothing in this world can be gained without hard work. Only when the people live a good life can your father live a comfortable and smooth life."
"You should do the same in the future. The greater the glory you enjoy, the greater the responsibility you must bear."
Daozi kept the words in mind: "Mom, I will be like Dad." As he said this, he looked at the refugees outside with sympathy, his little face wrinkled.
"Mom, these people haven't eaten for a long time. Let's share some of our food with them."
Daohua naturally supported her son's kindness, but she said, "We didn't bring much food. If we give it to them, we will have less to eat."
Daozi was silent for a moment: "Then we will eat less."
Rice Flower: "I'm happy that you want to help the refugees, but food isn't just for you. It's for everyone else. You're willing to eat less, but are others willing? It's not pleasant to be hungry."
This question stumped Daozi. After thinking for a while, he said, "Then I'll ask them one by one."
Daohua shook her head: "You are the little prince. Once you speak up, others will be unhappy in their hearts, but in order not to offend you, they will definitely agree with it verbally."
Daozi scratched the back of his head, looking a little anxious: "What should I do then?"
Daohua tapped her son's forehead and said, "Don't worry when you encounter problems. If there are any problems, just find a way to solve them."
"Everyone is unhappy because you're using their food to support the refugees. Wouldn't it be fine if you could just give them back the food they gave away?"
Daozi's eyes lit up: "Yes." Then he frowned again, "But how can I make up for it?"
Daohua glanced at the red suitcase placed under the seat and asked, "Didn't you bring banknotes with you when you went out this time?"
"You take the banknotes to Guyu, which is equivalent to using your own money to buy food for the refugees. This way, the refugees can eat, and everyone else won't have to go hungry. It's a win-win situation."
Daozi thought this was a great idea, and hurriedly dragged out his suitcase and took out the only silver note with a face value of 100 taels.
"Mom, I'm going to give Aunt Guyu some silver notes and ask her to make more food for the refugees."
The rice flowers nodded with a smile and watched the rice get off the carriage.
As soon as Daozi left, Xiao Yeyang appeared in front of the car window and looked at Daohua speechlessly: "My son only had such a small banknote, and you cheated him out of it. No mother would be as good as you."
Rice Flower retorted, "I'm teaching my son how to behave in society. It's better to avoid being too generous to others, so as not to offend people without realizing it."
As he spoke, he smiled and said, "By the way, let our son know that money is not easy to earn. Not only this time, but in the future, whatever Daozi wants, he will have to buy it with his own money."
Looking at Daohua's serious face, Xiao Yeyang secretly felt sympathy for his eldest son.
The brat will have to live a hard life without money in the future.
As he was speaking, Daozi came back with a complicated expression. He was very happy to be able to help the refugees, but after sending the silver notes, he felt a little pain in his heart. Why?
"Mom, I don't have any banknotes."
Rice Flower smiled and praised: "Good boy, this is because you helped the refugees."
Daozi frowned: "But that's what my uncle used to buy things for me."
Daohua: "Then I won't buy it."
Daozi: "But, this is my first time in the capital, and I've never seen anything there. I want to buy it."
Daohua shrugged. "There's nothing I can do about it. You spent all the money. Do you know how much grain you can buy with one ounce of silver?"
Rice is stuck: "I don't know."
Rice Flower asked again, "Have you asked Guyu?"
Daozi was stuck again, and the domineering look on his face when he handed the banknote to Guyu just now appeared in his mind. He touched his nose with a guilty conscience.
He is a young prince, so he won't let people see that he is reluctant to give out the banknotes.
Daohua: "You go back and forth between the palace and the academy every day. Haven't you ever inquired about the price of grain?"
Daozi touched his nose guiltily again. He was a noble little prince, and there was a palace in the capital waiting for him to inherit. Why should he inquire about this?
Daohua: "Everyone says that one only regrets not having enough knowledge when they need it. This is also true for the survival skills that are closely related to life. If you don't even know the most basic price levels, you will be deceived and fooled by those below you."
Seeing that the little guy still seemed a little unconvinced, Daohua continued, "If you knew how much food you could buy with one ounce of silver, you could calculate how much silver you should spend based on the refugees outside."
"There are only a few hundred refugees outside. Even if each person gets a pound of food, a few hundred pounds would be enough. It would cost a few taels of silver at most. But you actually gave them a 100-tael silver note. If you're not the one who's being taken advantage of, who is?"
Daozi's eyes widened immediately: "Then I'll go to Aunt Guyu to get the banknote back?"
The rice flower looked at the rice in surprise: "Can we take back what we gave away?"
Daozi was so upset that he didn't say anything. It would be so embarrassing to ask for the banknotes. After thinking for a while, Daozi clenched his fist and said, "I will pay attention to the prices in the future and won't be taken advantage of again."
Seeing that his son had listened, Daohua smiled and said nothing more. Seeing Daozi's sullen face, she said in a good mood:
"Didn't mother just tell you that if you encounter a problem, you should find a way to solve it. If you are out of money, you should find a way to earn money. Look at your bitter and resentful look. You don't have the demeanor of your father and I who remain calm in the face of praise or criticism."
Daozi's eyes lit up and she looked suddenly at the twins.
His eldest uncle gave him some banknotes, and so did his younger brothers and sisters.
The twins who were solving the Nine Rings suddenly felt a chill. They looked up at their eldest brother and instinctively felt murderous intent. They stepped back together and turned sideways to hide the nine rings made of gold in their hands.
Daohua rolled her eyes and glared at her eldest son unhappily. This brat was really capable. He even set his sights on his younger siblings.
Alas, Daohua looked at the twins sympathetically, as if she had already seen the scene of their banknotes being cheated away by Daozi.
Without experiencing wind and rain, they cannot thrive, so let their brother help them realize how dangerous society is.
Because he spent his own money, Daozi was particularly concerned and personally went to watch the cook cook. He only returned to the carriage with satisfaction after all the refugees gathered around the caravan had eaten.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
Seeing Daozi happily picking up the milk tea and drinking it, Daohua smiled and said, "The little prince seems to be in a good mood."
Daozi smiled mysteriously, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Seeing the satisfied smiles on the refugees' faces, he also felt happy. He no longer felt bad about spending the banknotes. After all, his mother said that the banknotes could be earned back.
(End of this chapter)
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