Traveling through history leaving a name

Chapter 359 Knowledge

Before Zhang Qingfeng entered the palace, he prepared a large blackboard and some chalks of various colors. He thought it would be easier to teach knowledge intuitively.

The lecture venue for the emperor's eldest grandson was arranged in a [-]-[-] square meter room in the side hall of Ciqing Palace.

"Hello, sir." Five-year-old Zhu Youxiao said hello to Zhang Qingfeng in a sweet voice in class.

Because it was the first time to attend Zhang Qingfeng's class, the little guy needed an adult to accompany him.

Accompanying Zhu Youxiao to the classroom was naturally Zhu Youxiao's mother, Wang Cairen. Perhaps it was because of his mother's company that Zhu Youxiao didn't feel afraid in unfamiliar places.

"Brother Xiao, what did you learn from Mr. Ye and Mr. Sun yesterday and the day before yesterday?" Zhang Qingfeng came to Zhu Youxiao and greeted him in a kind tone.

"Mr. Hui, I learned it, I learned Tiandixuan, Xuan..." Zhu Youxiao got stuck just after saying a few words.

"Huang, Huang..." Seeing that Zhu Youxiao couldn't think of it even after trying hard, his mother Wang Cairen couldn't help reminding him in a low voice.

"Learned Huang Huang..." Hearing what his mother said, Zhu Youxiaochao hurriedly said to Zhang Qingfeng.

Hearing his son's words, Wang Cairen couldn't help turning his face away, shrugging his shoulders.

"Ahem, is it Tiandi Xuanhuang?" Zhang Qingfeng asked Zhu Youxiao.

"Yes, it's Tiandi Xuanhuang." Zhu Youxiao quickly said, "There's also Zhao Qian, Sun Li."

"That's right, that's good. The school brother is really good. He has learned eight characters. Other kids would have to learn every word in a day." Zhang Qingfeng praised Zhu Youxiao with a smile.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's praise, Zhu Youxiao blushed, but it was obvious that he still enjoyed being praised.

At the same time, he also found that the young gentleman in front of him was not as serious as the two gentlemen yesterday and the day before yesterday. He spoke with a smile and a very good tone, and even praised him.

"Since Mr. Sun and Mr. Ye handed you eight characters, I will teach you eight characters today." Zhang Qingfeng said to Zhu Youxiao.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Zhu Youxiao's originally happy face froze suddenly.

Are you a devil?It takes two people to teach eight characters in two days, and you have to teach eight characters a day.

Next, Zhang Qingfeng ignored Zhu Youxiao's entanglement, and asked someone to set up the big blackboard, and then wrote on the blackboard: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, and habits are far away. If you don't teach, your nature will change." , the way of teaching, you are specialized" these 24 words.

Seeing that Zhang Qingfeng had written so many characters, although Zhu Youxiao's child could not count, he also knew that it was definitely more than eight characters, which immediately gave him the urge to cry.

On the other side, after Zhang Qingfeng wrote the first 24 characters of the Three-Character Sutra, he did not stop writing, but quickly started drawing on the blackboard.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Qingfeng quickly drew beautiful pictures on the blackboard, just like comic strips.

In the first painting, Zhang Qingfeng drew two children. One of the two children looked exactly like Principal Zhu You, and the other was randomly drawn by Zhang Qingfeng. They were playing at this time.

The second picture is also Zhu Youxiao and another child. Some scenes are added to this picture. In this picture, Zhu Youxiao and another child are helping others to pick up things that fell on the ground.

"In the third painting, the two children were praised by many people for helping others."

"The fourth painting, Zhu Youxiao, began to study and study with his husband, while the other child only knew how to play.

In the fifth picture, Zhu Youxiao is still studying, but another child starts stealing other people's things with other children.

At this time, Zhu Youjian in the audience was completely attracted by the novel blackboard painting.

Even Zhu Youxiao's mother, Wang Xuanshi, and some eunuchs and court ladies were no exception. Everyone looked curiously at the exquisite pictures that Zhang Qingfeng quickly drew on the blackboard.

"School brother, let's start class now."

Zhang Qingfeng said to Zhu Youxiao: "Next, I won't teach you how to read characters, but I will tell you what these characters mean when they are connected together."

Zhang Qingfeng pointed to the words in front of the Three-Character Classic and said: "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, nature is similar, habits are far apart."

"What does this mean? That is to say, people, from the beginning of birth, all people have kind hearts and very similar personalities. It's just that as people grow up, they learn different things and have different personalities. Now, some people are still good people, and some people have become bad."

Next, Zhang Qingfeng pointed to the first painting and said: "Look, there are two children on it, one is you, the school brother, and the other is Xiao Ming. The school brother and Xiao Ming are both the same age. kind person……"

Hearing that Zhang Qingfeng said that the child inside was himself, Zhu Youxiao immediately sat upright, which was really interesting, his big eyes were full of sparkles.

He found this thing very interesting, and he listened to Zhang Qingfeng's story with rapt attention.

"Look here, the school brother and Xiao Ming are helping others to pick up the fallen dates. This is a good deed. Afterwards, the two have been praised by many people... This is what it means to be kind at the beginning of human nature."

"Here we are." Zhang Qingfeng pointed to the fourth painting and said, "At this time, the school brother has reached the age of studying and began to learn to read and write with the teacher, but Xiao Ming only knows how to play..."

"Later, the school brother learned the truth from studying, and he was still very kind. He was a good boy. But Xiao Ming learned to steal things and beat people because he learned from other bad boys. Bad boy..."

Zhang Qingfeng vividly told the story he made up, combined with the intuitive description of the comic strip, it was easy for people to understand the above meaning.

"Brother, would you rather be a good boy or a bad boy?" Zhang Qingfeng asked Zhu Youxiao.

"Sir, I will definitely study hard in the future and be a kind and good boy." Zhu Youxiao assured Zhang Qingfeng.

"Okay, since the school brother wants to be a good boy, then let's start learning how to read."

Next, Zhang Qingfeng started drawing on the blackboard again.

"Look, brother, this is a person." Zhang Qingfeng drew a real person with a dozen or so strokes, lifelike.

At this time, the person is walking, and the mentality presented is the word "person".

"Let's see again, brother, what does this person look like?" After Zhang Qingfeng finished speaking, he wrote a character of the same size as the person he drew next to the person he drew.

"Look, this character is the character for human. Does it look similar to this person?"

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Zhu Youxiao nodded repeatedly.

"Then, have you learned the word chevron?" Zhang Qingfeng asked again.

"Sir, I have learned." Zhu Youxiao nodded quickly.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao nodding, Zhang Qingfeng then erased all the characters on the blackboard.

Then he said to Zhu Youjian: "Since the school brother has learned herringbone, can you come up and write herringbone with chalk?"

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's words, Zhu Youxiao was a little hesitant and timid.

Zhang Qingfeng could only encourage and said: "Brother, come up, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you make a mistake."

Encouraged by Zhang Qingfeng, Zhu Youxiao plucked up the courage to come on stage, took Zhang Qingfeng's chalk, and then wrote a Chinese character with crooked chalk.

"Brother Xiao is really good, he can write just after learning characters." Zhang Qingfeng praised Zhu Youxiao.

Hearing Zhang Qingfeng's praise, Zhu Youxiao felt as if he was floating on the clouds, lightly.

(End of this chapter)