Chapter 3: He was two years old this year ()

"The best is better than the best." Xunzi's words appeared in one of his articles. The main meaning is that to express the inheritance of knowledge, you can learn from others' strengths and reach a higher level.

If parents in the world truly understand the meaning of this sentence, they will not treat their children as enemies. If their children have some spare time, arrange this and that. To put it too much, even enemies will not be so cruel. The blue sky and white clouds that should belong to the children have become the dark clouds and dust today, and the hardships of childhood are obvious.

Of course, this is just a modern society where people's living standards have improved and they have more free time. If you have nothing to do, you can't find anything more important than educating your children at home.

Zeng Yiyang didn't know the era he was in, which made him feel very uneasy, and what made him even more depressed was that his current parents were "guarding" him like a spy, at least that's what he thought. Whenever his parents chatted, his mother would find his shiny eyes, thinking that he was too energetic, and would gently pat his back and coax him to sleep. Moreover, he was caught every time. Even when he woke up and found that he had missed an important conversation, he would secretly swear that he would not fall out next time at the critical moment.

It was not until two years later that he realized that he was born in the Republic of China in the fifth year of the Republic of China, that is, 1916. It has to be said that with experience in being a human being (speaking of this, Shan), Zeng Yiyang learned to speak earlier and faster than children of the same age. The direct result was that Zeng Rang decided to enlighten his two-year-old son. Generally speaking, four-year-old children were admitted early, but Zeng Rang had the difficulties he had to say.

When his son is not kinship with him, he will call him mom when he is only half a year old. However, he just doesn't call him dad, so anxious that he called "Dad" over and over again in front of his son. But this kid is greedy for a lot of his own advantage, but he doesn't call him. The depressed Lao Zeng often wants to "teach a lesson" his son to let him know what the "father is the leader of the son".

Let me ask, Zeng Yen did not have much patience to provide enlightenment education for his children, which is the most tiring and unpleasant thing.

I planned that if Zeng Yiyang couldn't learn well, he would give him some good looks, and to avenge his private revenge in a pure public order, even if his wife made a fuss, there would be no negotiation.

On the first day, Zeng Rang wrote three words on paper, which was Zeng Yiyang's name. Zeng Rang told him very seriously: "I will not slap my palms tomorrow."

"Have you learned it?" Zeng Yiyang would stump these words. He also left foreigners. Although the result was not humane, he did not lose his foundation.

Zeng Yiyang looked at it with expectant eyes and felt a little uncomfortable. By the way, he mistakenly made the concept of punishment and reward.

"What are you rewarding?" Zeng Ran couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Zeng Yiyang tastes delicious meat, and he sees the naked eye. He has to spend money on buying meat. There are only a few big boys in his pocket, and buying a few dried tofu is enough. Using beans as meat. Perhaps the vegetarian chickens and ducks made by the old monks in Hanshan Temple can satisfy Zeng Yiyang, but Zeng Ran has no such ability?

"Just three words, I want a reward. Isn't it too simple?" He once smiled and showed his pride of success in his plan.

"How much does it take?" Zeng Yiyang looked bitter, but he felt happy. Traditional Chinese characters, simplified Chinese, are of the same origin, and learning is just a familiar process.

I thought about it for a while and pretended to be reluctant, but in fact I had already laughed out loud.

"About one hundred!" Even though he was not sure that his son could recognize a few words a day, it would be fine to learn three or five by himself. When he was young, learning ten words was already the limit, but he was still a little too "conservative".

Zeng Yi rolled his eyes with Yang energy, and his father was afraid that his son would use everything to the point of using it. "One hundred? Dad, you were extremely smart back then, and you must have been able to learn it easily in one day!"

He once made his old face blush and forced himself to say: "Recognizing words is not the key. The key is to explain one's own opinions by understanding the meaning behind the words, and understand others' opinions, so as to obtain more answers."

Zeng Yiyang was very dissatisfied with the practice of avoiding the important things. In the end, he was afraid that his son would not give him face, so he asked the truth, but he was not easy to deceive his son. He had to swear, "If you can answer tomorrow, let your mother cook fish for you."

Zeng Yiyang curled his lips disapprovingly, thinking dissatisfied: "There is money for buying books, why do you lose money when you sell meat? You should know that your stomach is often much more important than your head. As long as you don't eat two meals, even the smartest head will become confused."

"Eat fish if you eat fish, don't use kitten fish to fool me." Zeng Yiyang said threateningly with his small fists, as if he had won.

Regarding his son's confidence that is beyond ordinary people, he once asked to give him some cold water and let him calm down. Studying does not depend on being clever, but also requires persistent efforts to master a lot of knowledge. Zeng Rang was a veteran. As a young man in his twenties, he could already master three foreign languages, and was also well-versed in history and art, and was also very knowledgeable about law.

So much knowledge was accumulated every day when he got up before dawn and in the middle of the night, he spent most of his time reading and studying.

He took out the enlightenment reading for ordinary students, "Three Character Classic". For children, the experience of learning the Three Character Classic is often much better than that of "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Classic". The other two books, one is a surname with a dead grass, with more than 400 surnames in the whole text, and many of the characters are difficult to understand; "Thousand Character Classic" is better, but there is astronomy and geography on the bottom, so it is indeed difficult to understand a child without understanding anything. However, "Three Character Classic" is different. It is not only catchy, but basically there is a story in each sentence. As the saying goes, the best enlightenment reading material that listens to stories and learns both virtues and virtues.

"At the beginning, people are good in nature, their natures are similar, and their habits are different.

If you do not teach, your nature will be moved. The way of teaching is important to be dedicated.

In the past, Meng's mother chose a neighbor, but her son did not learn, so she broke the loom.

Dou Yanshan had Yi Fang, and taught his five sons, and they all became famous.

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At first, I asked the spit that I was still interested in talking, and I was full of interest. But in a blink of an eye, I found that Zeng Yiyang was venting again, crying again, sitting still, standing still, and standing still. I suddenly felt aroused in my heart. The 20-year-old child was angry with the 2-year-old child, and the taste of this can only be experienced by myself.

I originally thought of throwing a book away, so I took it with a ruler to give Zeng Yiyang a better memory.

"Transfer letters to understand the truth, and pass letters to understand the truth." Zeng asked in his heart over and over again, forcing his anger to suppress the anger in his chest. In order to make his son understand the principle of diligence, he was so nervous that his chest was filled with suffocation. The last few words were simply gritting his teeth and humming.

"Dad, do you have a toothache?" Zeng Yiyang looked at Zeng Rang incomprehensible.

"No." Zeng Rang's heart warmed. After all, he was his own son, only two years old, and everyone knew that he cared about me, and it was not raised in vain. Zeng Rang couldn't help but sigh.

For Zeng Yiyang, what happened to Meng’s mother moved three times and Huang Xiang’s father’s quid, and he didn’t know what he had done for thousands of years. So he was interested in it. It was not until Zeng Rang finished speaking that his eyes were bright, indicating that the time for fun was up again.

I have never played in my childhood in my previous life, so I must make up for it in this life. Zeng Yiyang’s project today is to poke a mouse hole.

He climbed up the only Grand Master chair in his house with a creaking sound suddenly. He skillfully took out a thin brush from the pen holder on the table, jumped out of the chair in fear, and ran out of the house with a smile.

For a moment, Zeng Yiyang was infected by Zeng Yiyang's brilliance. The same nature between father and son was expanded unlimitedly at this moment. Following Zeng Yiyang's footsteps, he found that his son was lying on the corner of the kitchen wall, poking this small hole with his pen pole, and laughing unscrupulously: "Haha--, you can't escape this time! Surrender!"

"Son tells dad, what are you doing?" Zeng Rang asked curiously.

Zeng Yiyang said seriously: "There is a very unwelcome tenant living in this small hole. I'm driving them out."

I was a little stunned. My son's words were not what a two-year-old child should say, but he did what a two-year-old child liked to do, and he finished teasing the mouse.

"Is it fun?" asked once difficult.

Zeng Yiyang nodded and said, "Well, bullying them is very fulfilling, but not fun."

Obviously he had never played it before. This made Zeng Yiyang feel very proud. Today's arrangement is very distinctive. Not every two-year-old child with ideals will play a game of teasing mice.

For example, Zeng Rang was born in a family in Jiangnan. However, as early as his father's generation, his family was already poor and he was already poor. He mostly relied on relatives to help him. By giving up all the fun, he was able to always get government scholarships with excellent grades and complete his studies.

Suddenly, Zeng reminded me that the pen in Zeng Yiyang's hand seemed to be his best brush. My friend Qu Qiubai gave him a gift last year. A "Long-head Wolf Howling Writing a Roll" was a gift he prepared to give Zeng Yiyang the enlightenment and study.

"This pen is for you to read and write in the future. You can use it to learn small characters, and there is also a large pen for writing large characters. Anyway, it is yours sooner or later, and it is the same for playing now." He once said a little gloating.

"What is this pen for me?" Zeng Yiyang was shocked. He wanted his father to feel uncomfortable, but who made him destroy his beautiful childhood?

Zeng Rang nodded and was in no mood to play. Looking at the dark brush in his hand, Zeng Yiyang regretted to the water tank and carefully washed the pen holder and tip of the pen. In the end, his father was depressed because the water used in the water tank was used to cook. Zeng Rang had to pick up the bucket and fetch water at the well platform.

"So he did it on purpose?" Zeng Rangcai understood that Zeng Yiyang's behavior was to express his dissatisfaction with him, so he did not expect Zeng Yiyang to be so revengeful.

"I will definitely not let him go tomorrow." Zeng Rang rubbed his sore waist before going to bed and said angrily.
Chapter completed!