Chapter 966 Chapter 966, Daoxiang Village
After the first month of the lunar year, it stopped snowing in most parts of Xiliang. Even if it was still snowing in some places, it was not heavy and it stopped before the Lantern Festival, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
"Now that the snow has stopped, this year's spring plowing should not be affected."
While Xiao Yeyang was teaching his son to draw various small animals, flowers and plants, he was talking to Daohua, who was sitting on the kang and concentrating on writing something.
Daohua: "You've only been in charge of Xiliang for two years, and the internal problems of Xiliang haven't been completely resolved yet. You can't afford a disaster at this time."
Xiao Yeyang: "Who said it wasn't?"
After a while, Xiao Yeyang saw his son obediently drawing a house, so he walked over to Daohua and asked, "What are you doing? All I've seen you do these days is write and draw?"
After saying that, he picked up the book that Daohua was writing.
Daohua took the opportunity to stretch her neck. "It's all for your son. The little guy will be three this May. Some time ago, his mother was talking to me about giving him an early education. That's why I thought of sorting out the pinyin I saw in the storybooks before."
Xiao Yeyang flipped through the pinyin alphabet table compiled by Daohua and frowned, "Why do you always see some weird storybooks?"
Daohua shrugged: "How should I know?"
Xiao Yeyang looked skeptical: "Is your pinyin reliable?"
Daohua: "How can it be unreliable? Didn't you see that I have the pinyin marked on the words in the Three Character Classic? This is much easier than what the Master taught."
Xiao Yeyang thought for a moment and said, "I happen to be free. You can teach me first."
Daohua glanced at him sideways and snorted, "Are you still afraid that I will teach your son bad things?"
Having said that, Daohua still took the pinyin alphabet and started teaching.
“a (ah), b (glass), c (this), d (get).”
At first Xiao Yeyang was a little uncomfortable, but slowly, he got used to it.
Daozi was drawing well at first, but when he saw his parents, one teaching and the other learning, it was so lively, he immediately dropped his watercolor pen, ran over happily, and threw himself into Daohua's arms, saying that it was fun too.
In this way, the rice flowers only need to be taught, big and small.
Of course, Daozi was just trying to play with his parents and didn't study seriously, but the more Xiao Yeyang studied, the more frightened he became.
As a person with an orthodox education, he quickly realized the importance of this phonetic alphabet.
In the next few days, Xiao Yeyang became like his son, with an overflowing desire for knowledge. After leaving the yamen, he pulled Daohua to teach him pinyin.
When the rice sees this, it naturally wants to join in the fun.
Daohua took the opportunity to teach her son to recite the Three Character Classic. Xiao Yeyang learned pinyin very quickly and could mark words with pinyin in less than half a month.
Rice flower didn't care about this, her attention was all on the rice.
She found that her son had a good memory and could remember it after teaching him a few times, which made her very happy.
Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua's different treatment, shook his head helplessly, and went to find Yan Wenxiu with the pinyin alphabet.
"Look at this. This is what your older sister made for Daozi's enlightenment."
Yan Wenxiu held the pinyin alphabet, looking confused. What was this? Didn’t he recognize it?
Seeing Yan Wenxiu like this, Xiao Yeyang smiled, and then acted as a teacher, teaching Yan Wenxiu the pinyin letters several times.
Yan Wenxiu was a Jinshi who passed the imperial examination after going through many trials and tribulations. His learning and memory abilities were beyond doubt. Like Xiao Yeyang, the more he learned, the more he felt the importance of pinyin.
"I once heard my uncle the Emperor mention that he wanted to compile a dictionary, but unfortunately he never found the right person to do it, so it never came to fruition. Now that your eldest sister has come up with this phonetic alphabet, I think it's an opportunity."
"Take it back and study it first, and think about whether the Yan family can take up this opportunity."
Prince Ping's Mansion is already prominent enough now. As long as he governs Xiliang well, his uncle the Emperor will certainly not treat him unfairly. He does not need to take the credit for the dictionary.
Yi Yi is the daughter of the Yan family, and everything she creates should benefit the Yan family.
For a period of time afterwards, Yan Wenxiu went to the palace almost every day, not for anything else but to ask about the pinyin of rice flowers, which made the rice annoyed with him.
Every time he comes, Daohua can't accompany her son. It would be strange if Daozi didn't get annoyed by him.
On the third day of the third lunar month, after sending Yan Wenxiu away, Daohua pinched her son's nose and said, "Why are you so clingy? You have the ancestors, grandmother, and Grandpa Chu to accompany you. Isn't that enough for you?"
Daozi leaned on Daohua's arms: "I want my mother to accompany me!"
Daohua patted her son's butt and said, "Okay, now that the weather is warmer, I'll take you out to play in a few days."
Daozi's eyes lit up: "Where are we going?"
Daohua smiled and said, "Let's go to the Daoxiang Village that my mother built."
After arriving in Xiliang, Daohua bought tens of thousands of acres of wasteland. After a year and a half of reclamation, all of it can now be planted.
Liangdu is located in a plain. Although the wasteland is barren, a large part of the land is flat, easy to cultivate and manage.
Daoxiang Village is the name given to this farm by Daohua.
In mid-March, Daohua took her son and more than ten horse-drawn carriages loaded with grain seeds to Daoxiang Village.
"Mom, there are so many sheep!"
“And there are so many cows!”
When passing a pasture, Daozi saw the cattle and sheep running inside, and shouted with joy. He stuck his head out of the car window, and Daohua couldn't stop him.
Daohua forcibly carried her son back to the carriage, closed the window, and said seriously: "It is very dangerous to stick your head out of the carriage while it is moving."
"Think about it, if the carriage bumps, you'll fall out. Normally at home, if you don't walk steadily and trip over the steps, you'll cry. What's more, the carriage is so high."
Daozi pouted: "I'm not crying."
Daohua: "Did it hurt when you fell?"
Daozi pouted and said nothing.
Daohua continued, "The steps are so small, you'd get hurt if you fell. This carriage is even higher than you. Think about it, would it hurt if you fell down?"
Daozi felt that her mother was angry, so she leaned in her arms without saying a word.
Daohua looked at her son and asked, "Will you stick your head out of the car window next time?"
The rice lowered its head and twirled its fingers. After hesitating for a while, it said, "No." After that, it hugged the rice flower and begged for it to hug it.
Daohua held her son in her lap and sat him down. "You are a little man, you must keep your word. Let's make a pinky promise."
Daozi stretched out his chubby little hand and hooked his pinky finger with Daohua's. Then he leaned in Daohua's arms and was silent for a while. Then he tentatively said, "Mom, I want some water."
Daohua glanced at her son, smiled and picked up the cup of water to feed him.
When Daozi saw his mother smile, he immediately became happy and then became lively again.
This time the little guy learned his lesson. Instead of leaning against the window, he sat in Daohua's arms and looked at the scenery outside the carriage excitedly.
"Mom, there are so many houses."
Daohua looked around and knew that they had arrived at Daoxiang Village.
There were tens of thousands of acres of wasteland. In addition to the servants who sold themselves, many tenants were also hired. In order to accommodate these people, Daohua had many houses built.
There was also a large bunk bed built there for permanent and temporary workers to use during the busy farming season.
Daohua got off the carriage holding the rice and said to the fields in front of her, "Son, this is Daoxiang Village."
The rice plant looked at the rice flowers and said, "Mom, are there any chicks and ducklings here?"
Yan Shouhou, who was waiting nearby, immediately replied with a smile, "Princess and young prince, we have chickens, ducks, and geese on the farm."
After hearing this, Rice looked at Rice Flower with sparkling eyes and said: "Mom, I want to play with the chickens and ducklings."
Daohua smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll let the nanny take you out to play later."
(End of this chapter)
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