Torturing the teacher's study
Being away from one's parents is a very frightening experience for a young child, no matter if he is the grandson of an emperor or his father is the crown prince. Being in an unfamiliar environment is undoubtedly a great test of one's overall qualities, especially when the examiner is the emperor.
Student Fatty's performance was quite good, thanks to the dual training of his parents and the care his grandfather gave him. People around him, even Yinzhi, who harbored great hostility towards him and his son, had to be kind and polite to him.
The fat student is lucky and is currently adapting well.
Ever since that brief appearance, Kangxi had intentionally or unintentionally displayed him beside the throne whenever he wasn't at a secret meeting. Those in this world of fame and fortune weren't exactly quick to understand the music, but they were also adept at reading people's expressions, and they all put their utmost effort into flattering the emperor's grandson.
At the time, everyone in the world believed that the crown prince was the future emperor. So, wasn't the crown prince's eldest son the future emperor? This was unanimous, except for those who wanted to overthrow the crown prince. Of course, they had to do their best to leave a good impression on him while he was still very young. Children are always easier to appease than adults.
The Mongolian princes spared no effort in praising him. The lines were ready-made. They could praise the emperor's grandson just as they did the crown prince back then, with just a few minor changes: "He is indeed the emperor's son" became "He is indeed the emperor's grandson" and the subject changed from "crown prince" to "young prince."
In just a few days, Student Pang received more praise than he had received in his entire life combined. Of course, his life was only five years long. This ratio is astonishing.
As a child, Student Fatty only sighed like an adult when he was nestled in his tent. Once upon a time... in the palace of a certain Forbidden City treasure, that witty old lady had praised him in the same way. He was surrounded by a group of people who, of course, were women and androgynous people.
Once, he was flattered by praise. If someone said he ran fast, he would run a few more steps. If someone said he smiled cutely, he would smile a few more times. But soon, he was struck down by the evil hand of his own mother.
Shujia soon realized that her son was facing a similar problem to her own childhood. She still remembered when she first arrived in Hangzhou. Due to her social status, she was a little girl who could walk sideways in the province. At that time, she concluded that this made it easy to be isolated and then flattered like a fool.
The little fat boy's status was only more noble than hers, and the sugar-coated bullets he faced were even more lethal. It was hard to say whether the little fat boy's father's emotional intelligence had been lowered to an arrogant level by everyone's blind flattery.
Shujia brought Student Pang over while the Empress Dowager was praising her other great-grandchildren. With the Empress Dowager's limited vocabulary for praise, her child-pleasing lines were always the same: "Oh, you're growing up so well! Look, your little face is as soft as tofu." "You're so smart! You can even recite such a difficult poem." "You run so fast! Come on, run again." And so on.
This is no different from praising me! The fat student burst into tears, "Wow, you are all liars!" Hongyu from my uncle's family looks like a stick, and you actually said he is good-looking! Hongqing from my third uncle's family is as stupid as a piece of wood, and you also said he is good-looking! I have eight lines of poetry memorized, and Honghui has only four lines, and you still say he is smart!
From then on, I no longer feel proud of other people’s praise.
What he thinks of himself is always more effective than what you say. The copyright to your own ideas belongs to you, while what someone else thinks of and tells you is piracy. Just like what you learn in class, if you can't fully grasp it, the rate of forgetting is so high that it makes you cry.
The princes' lines are new now. The last time they praised the crown prince was twenty years ago, and now they're being picked up from the corner and used as if it were fresh. Just like the fashion trends of later generations, they will return to the old ways in a few years. However, the psychological shadow of being fat is too heavy for students. After hearing it repeated by many people for many days, even the freshest words have become old.
There is nothing new about it, but he still has to pretend to be very happy. The fat student feels the same as his uncles: it's so tiring to pretend!
Soon, he stopped thinking that. When he was praised again, he accidentally saw his uncle's constipated face, and the fat student suddenly realized: So that's why! He smiled even more adorably: "Your Highness, you're too kind! It's Mafa's fault for teaching us well." Even if the prince's praise was completely unreliable—he couldn't read as well as his father, couldn't write as well as his mother, and couldn't be taller than his brother... what the hell! But as long as it made his point clear, he welcomed it.
In this way, the student Pang was taken by his grandfather and shown to various Mongolian tribes.
Kangxi had two purposes: first, to show his grandson the world and comfort himself as an old man; second, to show the Mongols that the Qing dynasty would have a successor and last for generations. After achieving both goals, he began to care about the problem of obese students.
In Kangxi's mind, it was perfectly normal for his children to be praised. Anyone who dared not to be praised was considered to be blind. If his children could not hold back after being praised, they would be beaten because they were too unrestrained, which was even more unbearable to him than no praise at all.
Students who are fat are in such a testing period.
Kangxi paid special attention to the student's behavior, and when he was praised in person, he watched to see if the student was getting carried away. In a corner where Kangxi could not supervise him personally, clever eunuchs took turns, being sent to see the student every day and then report back.
All I heard were: "Brother Hongdan is reading.", "Brother Hongdan is riding a horse at this time.", "Brother Hongdan is writing.", etc. All of these were in accordance with his daily routine, and judging from the homework he handed in, Hongdan was also doing his homework seriously.
Kangxi was satisfied. He was really worried about the child's undeveloped character. So he devoted more effort to educating his grandson.
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The fat student packed up the maids, packed up the eunuchs, packed up the schoolwork, packed up the clothes... but he couldn't pack up the teacher. His teacher for the large class had to teach his cousins in Beijing, and he designated a master, a Grand Secretary, to stay and help his father. Throughout this time, Kangxi served as his personal tutor, providing comprehensive instruction.
When we got to the grassland, this arrangement seemed inadequate.
Kangxi was here to get things done. Don't be fooled by the daily feasting, chatting, flattery, and bonuses. That was all part of the job, and it all took up time. Even though he could bring his grandson to study while reviewing memorials, he couldn't discuss dark matters in front of the child.
Kangxi delegated this important task, assigning the Third Prince, Yinzhi, to teach his nephew languages; the Fourth Prince, Yinzhen, who had been his thirteenth brother's math teacher, to teach his nephew mathematics; and the Eighth Prince, a language teacher. He had originally intended for Yinzhi to teach his nephew horseback riding and archery, but Yinzhi, preoccupied with cultivating relationships with the Mongol princes, showed his unstable nature. After some deliberation, Kangxi ordered the Thirteenth and Fourteenth, two uncles about to get married, to lead their nephews on the lawn, and specifically assigned his uncle, Qingde, whose students were overweight, to accompany them on the raids.
Since there was only one student, the teachers had an easy time. But the onlookers had a hard time, and the tormenting learning experience of the teachers began.
One of Kangxi's purposes in bringing his grandson here was to display him, not only to the outside world but also to the inside. This point was perhaps best understood by those who aligned themselves with the Fat Student. In the Qianqing Palace, the Fat Student lived a routine, rarely meeting outsiders. Now, with tickets sold directly behind a glass cover, who wouldn't want to take a magnifying glass to see him?
As the fat student's uncle, Qingde believed his concerns were justified and wanted to remind his nephew: "Be careful, everyone is watching you." The student's weight gain was given to his father and grandfather, but the deductions were made to his own score.
Uncle Qing wasn't a full-fledged teacher yet, and even if he were, he'd have to wait until his nephew finished his traditional academic studies before coming over. He waited anxiously, separated not only from his parents but also from his grandfather, the one he knew so well, to be taught by a bunch of half-familiar uncles. His concerns were justified.
It turns out that this concern should be a two-way street.
The uncles assigned as teachers frantically struggled for a long time. It was a difficult task, a task they wouldn't have to face with a nephew. They had to prepare lesson plans, model how to interact with their nephew, and imagine unexpected classroom situations. It was more tiring than hosting a banquet on behalf of their father.
It turns out that this nephew is just as troublesome as his father.
The first to die in battle was Yinzhi.
Yinzhi prided himself on his literary talent and erudition, placing him at either the top or the second-best among the other princes. He believed the title of "top" was a concession given to the crown prince due to his status. In terms of ability, they should be on par. He was confident in himself, believing he was more than capable of teaching a primary school student.
Hongdan was only six years old. How much could he have read? There was no need to worry about running out of material to share. Yinzhi's desire to impart knowledge and resolve doubts was also an indirect way of showing off his abilities in front of Kangxi. By teaching him more, he could also establish a reputation with the Crown Prince. If he performed well, he would be one step closer to being promoted back to the rank of Prince of a County.
Little do they know that curious children are the most difficult to deal with. Not only do they possess boundless energy, quirky minds, innocent appearances, and powerful destructive abilities, but they also face the Minors Protection Act. But in Hongdan's case, there's a law even more brutal than the Minors Protection Act—the family law of his ancestors.
You can't scold him. Given the similarity of our genes, "then you are the uncle of the idiot" is like scolding yourself. You can't hit him either. If you hit him once, his father will come back and hit you ten times.
When he entered the door, Yinzhi didn't know what he was going to face.
Because they were uncle and nephew, and Hongdan had no official title, he politely greeted his uncle. Yinzhi was in a good mood. This nephew was polite and seemed to be obedient. He said kindly: "Your Mafa has asked me to teach you. From now on, until you return to the palace, your studies will belong to me."
The fat student nodded obediently, and his impression score improved again.
"I need to know how far you have progressed and what you have learned in Beijing?" Since you have decided to do well, you must prepare carefully and fully grasp your learning progress.
"I've memorized some poems, read a few essays and miscellaneous notes, and am currently listening to my teacher lecture on the Four Books."
The answer was very general, so Yinzhi had to ask seriously: "What poems have you memorized? Do you remember the names? Whose prose and miscellaneous notes have you read? The Four Books have four: The Analects, Mencius, The Doctrine of the Mean, and The Great Learning. The first two are easier to remember, while the latter two are more profound. What have you learned? Did you just memorize them or listen to their lectures?"
Look, this is the scholastic school. When talking about a topic of interest, he got excited first. He talked nonstop for a quarter of an hour before remembering that he was here to be a primary school teacher, not to engage in academic discussions. Yinzhi wiped his sweat and said, "What poem did you recite? Do you remember the name?"
Hongdan blinked and said very embarrassedly: "My nephew has memorized a lot, including Tang poetry, Song poetry and Yuefu poetry. Which one do you want to listen to? Otherwise, I will ask them to bring the book to you to read?" His third uncle's question was like asking someone "What did you learn in school? Tell me in detail." There was no limit, making it impossible to answer. Should he start from elementary school or from yesterday's homework?
Yinzhi was despised. Wiping his sweat off his forehead, he took the book the eunuch handed him. He flipped through two Tang poems, gave them a topic to memorize, then flipped through two Song poems, also for memorization. Then he picked out a prose piece, also for memorization. Then came the test on the Four Books. The student only memorized the Analects and Mencius. He was studying the former in depth, but only memorized the latter.
Yinzhi continued to examine the learning progress. This time, not only did he ask the students to memorize the content, but he also picked out one or two sentences to test their meaning.
The student started to recite. He was complaining in his heart, thinking that checking homework was the job of his Mafa and his father, and teaching was the job of his master. Why did his master's third uncle take Mafa's job today?
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, when Yinzhi wanted to take another look at how his student Pang wrote, the get out of class was over.
Yinzhi was dumbfounded. Today his Khan father would definitely ask what he had been taught. How could he answer?
He wanted to stay in class longer, but outside, his fourth brother, who could be used to cool down in this season, had already come here early.
That day, while reviewing the results, Kangxi's gaze stung his scalp. It was his nephew who came to the rescue: "Mafa, Uncle San helped me review my lessons today, and I didn't even notice. I've learned so much these past few days."
Kangxi said, "Hongdan, your homework today is to write ten large characters and ten pages of small characters. Go ahead and do it."
Leaving behind Yinzhi, he gave him a lecture: "Hongdan has read the chapter on politics. You will teach me carefully starting tomorrow!"
After being punished, Yinzhi worked harder, and the next day's class went smoothly. Until Yinzhi got carried away and asked his nephew, "Is there anything else you don't understand?" After a pause, he added, "It's not just about what I taught you today. If you don't understand anything else, you can ask me."
These words were quite similar to the Crown Princess's teaching style. Thinking that this was his third uncle, who was considered by his parents to be gentler than his eldest uncle, the fat student asked with confidence.
Fat asked: "A man from Qi has a wife and a concubine, but they beg for food to survive. The head of the family has no food or clothing, so how do his wife and concubines survive?" His parents are very concerned about the country's economy and people's livelihood, and they have taught their children to worry about the country and the people, and to worry about whether everyone has enough food to eat.
Yinzhi: ...
Fatty asked again, "Zilu died for straightening his crown. If he died, wouldn't that mean we lost a man to preach the gospel? If he lived, wouldn't that mean he was not following the rites? Should he straighten his crown or not?"
Yinzhi: ...
Fatty asked again: "The younger one accepts the older one and runs away, which is filial piety? The father wants the son to die and the son has to die. Which is right and which is wrong?"
Yinzhi: ...
Helpless, Yinzhi finally had to act like a tough teacher: "Just listen carefully." TT, he hadn't felt tongue-tied in class since he was fifteen. Khan Ama, if you let me continue teaching, you have to make me a prince!
Kangxi was quite pleased to hear the report. Of course, Yinreng was just as thoughtful when he was studying. He could come up with new ideas for topics that had been thoroughly discussed by many learned scholars. At night, Master Kang was tutoring a fat student, and Teacher Zhi sat in on the conversation: "Zilu died a sage, and lived a capable minister," and "Filial piety, in its truest sense, lies in the heart, not in the actions..."
Hongdan: As expected of Mafa, you know so much, unlike someone else.
Yinzhi: Khan Ama, can you please not let me attend class with my nephew?
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In order, the second person to be shot was the student's fat fourth uncle.
Yinzhen was a conscientious man, so when he was asked to teach, he diligently prepared his lesson plans. He faced the same problem as his third brother: he didn't know the students' level of learning. He was better than Yinzhi in that he wasn't a bookworm, so he decided to test them with a few simple math problems to immediately determine their level.
He was full of confidence, but when he met Yinzhi, he saw his gloomy face.
This is a bad sign.
Yinzhen and Yinzhi had completely different styles. Yinzhi was gentle and kind in the beginning, but was eventually beaten down by his students. When Yinzhen was teaching, he thought that if he was teaching his nephew, it was out of the emperor's love and he wanted to set an example for his students. But he was...stern and shocking.
Hongdan had met this Fourth Uncle before. He was famous for his face-changing skills: one moment he was the King of Hell, the next he was Guanyin. But to him, Fourth Uncle had always been very charming. Well, it was better than Third Uncle, who was always kind but had lost his composure today. He smiled like a cute baby: "Hello, Fourth Uncle."
The expression on Yinzhen's face relaxed for a moment, then straightened up again, even tighter than when he entered the room: "Yes. Sit down."
Hongdan felt that the atmosphere was a little off, so he sat down and looked at his uncle seriously: "Uncle, what are we going to learn today?"
Your Mafa asked me to teach you mathematics. From now on, until you return to the palace, your lessons will belong to me."
Hongdan: ...really? His fourth uncle was still looking at him with a cold gaze, suppressing his wails below the horizon. He nodded obediently.
"I need to know how far you've come. What have you learned in Beijing?"
Still coming?! With a sad face, I came here just to play with you guys, right?
"Calculate these problems." Yinzhen was not sure either. The child had learned to count to 100 and could do addition and subtraction within 10, so he was already qualified, right?
Huh?
I took the question. No way? Just this? What's five plus seven? If only my mother were as easygoing as my fourth uncle, she'd ask me to calculate fifty-seven plus seventy-five. Originally, it was seventy, but because my father hated Qi Shi, he changed it to seventy-five...
Far away in the capital, the Crown Princess was chewing on a pen, wondering how to modify the water inlet and outlet pipes for her son. Compared to the Crown Princess teaching her son math problems, you guys are simply weak!
Swish, swish, swish, the student finished writing quickly and handed in the paper.
Yinzhen's eyes grew even colder. He finished it so quickly, was he trying to fool around? He took a look and saw that the answer was actually correct. His expression became subtle, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Not bad." Remembering that he was a teacher, he became serious again.
Hongdan: What's wrong with Fourth Uncle? Is he sick? Is his face so tired that it's sore and he can't do any big movements? Like when he first learned to ride a horse and his legs are sore and he doesn't want to move?
Yinzhen thought about it and asked a few more questions involving double-digit operations. They were solved again.
Yinzhen simply said, "Give me the most difficult problem you have done recently."
This is a puzzle about chickens and rabbits in a cage. I saw it when I went home to visit my mother. In Shujia's study, the stall was still open, and on a piece of paper drying, it read: There are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage. There are fifteen pheasants on the top and forty rabbits on the bottom. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?
The fat student was frustrated because he couldn't figure it out. He had no idea how to solve it. Chickens and rabbits were right in front of him, but he couldn't tell how many there were. From then on, chickens and rabbits became a constant source of worry for the fat student. Whenever he saw one, he wanted to count its heads and legs.
Shujia had asked this question to tease Yinreng because... there was a very BH solution that was popular. However, for these "ancients", this was still a new topic and was useful for adding a little fun to the couple's relationship.
Now, his fat uncle, a student who had never heard of this problem-solving idea, was very surprised: "Do you know how many there are?" This is a relatively difficult question, from "Sun Zi Suanjing": "Now there are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage, with thirty-five heads on the top and ninety-four legs on the bottom. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?" The algorithm is very complicated.
"Pheasant ten, rabbit five."
"How did you calculate it?" He is only six years old, is he a child prodigy?
Student Fatty recited his mother's standard answer: Suppose the chickens and rabbits are well-trained. Blow a whistle, and they lift one leg. (40 - 15 = 25). Blow another whistle, and they lift another leg. (25 - 15 = 10). Now the chickens all sit down on the ground, while the rabbits remain standing on two legs. Therefore, there are 10/2 = 5 rabbits, and 15 - 5 = 10 chickens.
Yinzhen: ...After a while, he said, "How can you take advantage of this opportunity?"
"Isn't this all about knowing the result?" Glancing at his uncle's poker face, Hongdan's tone turned timid. "Or is this method wrong?" His mother's calculations should be correct! To verify, he returned to his room that day and worked overtime, drawing ten chickens and five rabbits. He counted them three times, and they all added up. He didn't understand the algorithm, but he had a good memory, and drawing so many chickens and rabbits was a memorable experience.
Yinzhen: ...
As a man of great rigor, Yinzhen worked late into the night on this chicken-and-rabbit cage puzzle, listing three solutions, determined to teach his nephew the right path. How could you not play by the rules?!
On this day, Yinzhen did not attend Master Kang's class. Kangxi asked his grandson seriously: "Where did you see the chicken and rabbit cage problem?"
Because his fourth uncle looked so unhappy, Hongdan answered carefully: "I saw it on Mother's desk. The other day, I went back to visit Mother and wrote something for her to see. I happened to see it on the desk. I couldn't understand it, so Mother said she was just playing around with me."
Kangxi laughed heartily, rubbing his head. "You should start from the beginning tomorrow with your fourth uncle. That was just your mother joking with your father."
The next day, Uncle Si came to class to give a well-prepared lecture. The fat student said he didn't understand. He said the method his mother had used to tease his father was just a joke, and he didn't understand it at all and was just reciting it. Finally, he said he was not good at multiplication and division and asked Uncle Si to teach him how to do it.
Yinzhen was defeated again: Second brother and second sister-in-law, the joy of the boudoir is nothing compared to that. Can we change to something else?
The author has something to say: On December 31, 2008, a certain person officially adopted the current embarrassing vest and hung out in Jinjiang. It has been three full years now. MARK.
In Flying Daggers of Dragon Gate, aside from the factory beauties, there's nothing else to watch. Uncle Li has aged, Zhou Xun has aged too... Lord Governor, if Zhao Huaian wants to commit suicide by throwing himself into the tornado, just let him go! Why chase him in? Without you holding the chain, he'd have been swept to the Buddha's presence long ago, okay?!
Also, do you dare to compare the gold that everyone has looted with the gold on Concubine Wan’s head to see which one has more?
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