Master, do you want a date?

Every day at midnight, that is, around six o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yiran has to exercise, sometimes running around the house, sometimes playing Tai Chi or practicing Wu Qin Xi.

For breakfast, I made buns by myself. For convenience, I still packed more than 100 buns.They are all stored in the refrigerator in the space. It is better to buy a large refrigerator with double doors.Yesterday's food was still thrown away, and there was no shortage of food at home, so he didn't want to wrong himself.

Tomorrow is the time to teach the children how to learn characters. Zhao Yiran divided the study into two halves and separated them with a screen.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother built a large study room for Zhao Yiran's study, and there was everything in it.Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are standard equipment, desks and bookshelves are a must, screens, beds, coffee tables and chess boards are all available.It can be described as well-intentioned.

In ancient times, paper and pens were expensive, so it is best to have a blackboard and chalk to teach children to read.Zhao Yiran saw that it was still early, so he packed his things and went out to buy things in Ming City.

The blackboard is easy, he made it like a drawing board and an easel, as long as a dark wooden board can perfectly replace the blackboard.We also customized two tables and chairs for children. Because of the simplicity, the carpenter shop promised to deliver them to the door tomorrow morning.

Chalk is a bit more troublesome, Zhao Yiran went to the medicinal materials store and bought some raw plaster.This is the raw material for making chalk. In order to prevent himself from inhaling too much dust when cleaning the blackboard, he decided to ask the embroiderer to make many masks in the tailor shop.The mask is specially required to be thick and stuffed with cotton.

I ate a bowl of beef noodles in a hundred-year-old shop in the town, drank tea in the teahouse and listened to people's stories. When the time came, I picked up a mask and went to the bookstore to buy a few travel journals. I didn't return slowly until the afternoon when the weather was not hot. Home.

At the end of the next day, the drawing boards and small tables and chairs had not yet been delivered.Zhao Yiran had just finished practicing Tai Chi, through the half-person high stone wall, he saw Zhao Yicai and Zhao Yirong leading two little boys slowly coming.

Zhao Yiran went to open the door, the two little boys were led by their respective fathers, like most parents in the world, Zhao Yicai and Zhao Yirong both nagged to be obedient, to study hard, never to be naughty, not to touch things and so on.

"Little cousin, this is my brat. If he is disobedient, just hit him, you're welcome!" Zhao Yicai was bold and generous, holding a bag of pastries in his hand, and stuffed it into Zhao Yiran's hand.He spoke loudly, ignoring the trembling of his six-year-old son in fear.In his thinking, it should be said that in the eyes of many people in ancient times, a filial son was born under the stick of flattery.If the teacher in the school beats the child, the parents should also be grateful for the strictness of the other party.

Zhao Yirong was still ashamed of what happened before, so he gave the thank you gift in his hand. "Xiaoran, if you're tired, let my brat endorse by himself. If you don't obey, you can hit him casually."

Zhao Yiran said a few polite and reserved words, and sent off Zhao Yicai and Zhao Yirong who were about to go to the fields.

The two little radish heads are stocky and cute, standing timidly.

Zhao Yicai's son is just six years old this year, and his name is Zhao Anchuan.After Zhao Yicai left, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Yiran curiously.

The other is Zhao Yirong's son, Zhao Ancai, who is relatively quiet. He is five and a half years old and only a few months younger than Zhao Anchuan.

Both of them were afraid of the legendary uncle, because every time their father educated them, what they talked about was the great achievements of the uncle.Literacy at the age of six, reciting books that their father didn't understand at the age of ten, and being admitted as a scholar at the age of 13.He is the most famous academic bully in the Zhao family village, and the hope of the Zhao family in the imperial examination.

In addition to being smart, Zhao Yiran has received such an honor because of years of hard work.Since he was a child, he didn't go out very often. In order to have more time to read and study, he usually visits relatives, and there is no less.Zhao's father and Zhao's mother are happy to see the success, there is nothing more important than knowledge.Therefore, the juniors of the Zhao family rarely had the chance to get in touch with Zhao Yiran, and even if they did, they would just watch from a distance, and hide when they saw the seriousness of the other party.

"Hello, uncle." Zhao Anchuan shouted boldly.

Zhao Ancai also shouted, hugging the small bamboo basket his father made for him, his voice was a little softer.

Zhao Yiran let them in and asked, "Have you all had breakfast?"

"Eat, I'll have porridge and pickles today." Zhao Anchuan replied obediently.

"Me too."

Fortunately, Daqiguo has the habit of eating breakfast. Generally, those who are able have three meals a day, and those who are poorer have two meals a day.Most of the breakfast is extremely simple, a few handfuls of rice are boiled into gruel, and the family of seven or eight eats it together.Zhao Yiran also saw it at Uncle Zhao's before, the porridge is really thin.Eat hearty meals at noon and dinner.

"Would you like to have some breakfast with my uncle?" Zhao Yiran actually likes children, especially those who are cute and polite.Seeing that the two little radish heads are obedient, he fell in love with them.

The two little guys looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't speak.The old man's words are still in my ears just now, don't eat indiscriminately.

Zhao Yiran didn't give them time to think. He had just finished his run and was sweating all over, and he had almost digested the buns he ate earlier.The buns on the steamer in the kitchen were still warm, so I picked three for each of the two children and asked them to eat well.Then I said hello and quickly went to the house for a 15 minute shower.

The buns are only the size of a child's fist, and Zhao Yiran deliberately steamed them more to feed them.When they came out of the shower, there were still three buns in front of the two children in the living room.

"Why don't you eat?" Zhao Yiran lowered his head and asked.

"Father said, study hard and don't eat indiscriminately." Zhao Anchuan rubbed the hem of his clothes. In fact, he wanted to eat too, but he was worried that his father would beat him when he returned, so he endured it desperately.

Zhao Ancai was just as he thought, the steamed stuffed bun was very attractive, but the big slap of the old man was very painful.

Zhao Yiran smiled, grabbed a bun, and ate it in front of them.The skin of the steamed stuffed bun is so thin that you can see the plump meat when you bite into it.The shallots inside are grown in the space, and taste very good, and it is really fragrant when mixed with pollution-free farm pork.

Zhao Anchuan and Zhao Ancai swallowed desperately, their stomachs growling uncontrollably.

Zhao Yiran was funny, and stuffed a meat bun for them, "Here, how can you have the strength to study if you don't eat enough."

After all, they were five or six-year-old children. Seeing the delicious meat buns in their hands, and hearing what my uncle said, they obediently ate them.

The steamed stuffed bun was delicious, the two little guys ate it all in one sitting, and burped in satisfaction.

With the steamed stuffed bun as a foreshadowing, the two little guys finally became less afraid of life.Now I can look at Zhao Yiran head-on.

At this time, the blackboard and easel were delivered, Zhao Yiran paid the rest of the money, put the things in the study, and asked Zhao Anchuan and Zhao An to sit down.Start the lecture.

"Can you know numbers?" Zhao Yiran stood by the blackboard.

"A little bit." Zhao Anchuan sat on the chair steadily.

"No." Zhao An raised his head in a daze.

Zhao Yiran wrote everything on the black board and taught them to read one by one.

There was no pinyin in ancient times, and he was afraid that if he came up with a pinyin, he would be treated as a monster.For learning characters, only graphic memory and rote memorization can be used.

After 45 minutes, Zhao Yiran decisively stopped their study and asked them to play outside.

"Uncle, have you finished studying?" Zhao Anchuan didn't understand, he had heard before he came that the master taught every morning.At least one hour of continuous study is required.It's only three quarters of an hour?

"I haven't finished studying, but your minds are tired, you should take a rest for a quarter of an hour. Now go play and come back in a quarter of an hour." Zhao Yiran sat on a chair beside him, picked up the travel journal he bought last time, and read it.

Zhao Anchuan opened his mouth wide in surprise, uncle is so amazing!Even when his brain is tired, he can know it!

Ancient traditional Chinese characters are complicated and difficult to write, which is quite painful for most children.

Zhao Anchuan and Zhao Ancai were still sitting on the chairs, not daring to slack off, took out the pen and ink from the bamboo basket prepared by their father, and slowly wrote with gestures little by little.

Zhao Yiran put down the book and looked at them, "Why don't you go out to play?"

"Uncle, fifteen minutes is too little. It's not enough for me to go out and find someone to play with." After a long time, Zhao Anchuan was no longer so afraid of his uncle.Get along a little more calmly.

"Yeah." Zhao An nodded in agreement.

There is a lot of land in the village, and the homesteads of each household are very large. Although the rooms do not have the money to build bigger, the yard can be very large.

Zhao Yiran thought for a few seconds, took out a piece of paper from his desk, and broke a smooth branch from the kitchen.A windmill was built for them on the spot.

The two stared at each other in amazement.

When the windmill is ready, give it to them. "Let's play."

Zhao Yiran thought, I don't know if the two of them like it or not.

"Uncle, what is this?" Zhao Anchuan grabbed the windmill, not knowing how to play it.

Zhao Yiran patted his head, shit!Unexpectedly, there is no such thing as a windmill here!

Helpless, Zhao Yiran had no choice but to breathe in front of them, and the windmill started whirring.

Suddenly, the two little guys exclaimed.

Looking at the rotating windmill in amazement, curiosity is the nature of children. They have a good time playing with you and me.

It's fine if you like it, and there is no competition for toys from each other.It seems that the cousins ​​raised the children very well.

Not long after playing, Zhao Yiran knocked on the table and told them to continue studying.

Seeing them looking at the windmill reluctantly, he laughed, "Do you like it?"

Zhao Anchuan and Zhao Ancai nodded desperately.

"If you learn twenty characters today, how about I give each of you a windmill?" Zhao Yiran pointed the windmill at the wind blowing, and the rotating windmill attracted the eyes of the two children.

Zhao Anchuan and Zhao Ancai didn't agree, and they stared at the blackboard more energetically, earnestly studying.

After another class, Zhao Yiran let people go to have lunch.Let them come over after a nap.

The two said goodbye to Zhao Yiran obediently, holding the scattered paper written by Zhao Yiran in their hands, and remembered it very carefully.