Wearing the cannon fodder little koi in the imperial examination essay

Chapter 131

When eating in the evening, Yu Su found that his little husband was restless and had a stinky expression. Yu Su couldn't help muttering, could this guy be the uncle of the month?
Well, this is a joke.

Thinking of the rabbits that the little Xianggong hunted before the autumn harvest, didn't they still have one left that they didn't eat.

Although it was smoked, it was too hot to let it go. Yu Su saw that the young man had worked so hard to collect the mountain goods these days, and the cups for the assessment of the young man yesterday. A smoked rabbit was brought out, and Grandma made it herself, and Tete left a big rabbit leg for him.

As a result, the cured rabbit prepared by himself, the little Xianggong was not happy with it, and it was not delicious at all.

Not only does it taste bad, it doesn't even sleep well at night.

The two of them have slept in the same bed for so long, but Yu Su knows that this girl doesn't sleep by herself, even when she lies down, she doesn't roll around when she turns over, unless she squeezes into him or rolls into his arms He fell asleep lying on his back, otherwise, it was basically how he fell asleep last night, and how he got up in the morning, it didn't look like he was rolling all over the bed at all.

It turned out to be good, it seemed to be good to sleep all the time. People who slept well suddenly couldn't fall asleep at night, and even when they fell asleep, they tossed and turned pancakes. Not only that, but in the middle of the night, this person was actually half asleep and half awake. Nonsense, what are you shouting, thousands of thousands, damn thousands?

Yu Su carefully distinguished for a long while, and finally he was sure, what kind of Qian (Qian) was he shouting?
Yu Su sighed.

I said in my heart that I can't let the young man go on like this, because receiving the goods is hard work, and he has to be distracted from reading and reading every day, and if he doesn't have a good rest, he can't sleep at night, and if he is dazed every day, even the gods can't stand it.

My husband hurts me, since the method of rote memorization is not practical, why don't I think of other ways?
In the early morning of the next day, Yu Su started to get busy after seeing off the young man with a bad face and a little green at the moment.

I took out two of the papers I brought from the county, found a hatchet and cut them out according to the size of my small palm, and then asked my sister for help. Together, the aunt and sister-in-law worked together to make it with the hemp thread used to hold the soles of the shoes. I picked up a portable notebook about two fingers thick.

Then Yu Su led his younger sister again, and after getting some benefits recently, he died with Wulang Song Xingtian, the follower behind their sister-in-law. Yu Su took revenge with two sugar cakes and asked Wulang to go to the beam of the fire pit in the stove, under the pot , Scraped the bottom ash from a small broken bowl.

Yu Su racked his brains and experimented repeatedly, adding fire charcoal powder and clay accumulated in the stove to it, mixing it into black mud, then kneading it into small strips and letting them dry in the hot sun, and finally succeeded in getting a dozen strips A black charcoal stick that can still be used for writing, and then wrap it in a small bamboo tube that has been chopped open, and there is an extremely simple homemade charcoal stick pen.

Yu Suguang was busy with this for three whole days, and finally got a fairly satisfactory pen and notebook. Yu Su tried to write, and the handwriting was clear and easy to use, so he grabbed the pen and notebook and returned to himself. The room buried his head in his books.

Write down the [-] pinyin letters on the first book, write the initials and finals on the second page, and write the subscripted tones on the third page. For example, if the consonant ja appears, don’t let it go. If there is no consonant a, look for oe, and iu will be placed next to each other Remarks for ...

It is said that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen.

She decided to finish writing the pinyin, and start teaching the little Xianggong to know the pinyin today, and spend a lot of time to let him learn the pinyin.

When he learns pinyin in the future, when he encounters difficulties and doesn’t know characters, he can take this small pen and record it anytime, anywhere, and mark the pinyin. After reading the book and spelling it out, you can recognize and remember it again.

Yu Su is a man of action, typically doing what he thinks.

So when Song Xinglin came back that day, what greeted him was not only the smiling face of the little guest, but also a small book full of strange pictures of all kinds of strange pictures, and more than a dozen animals watching him. It's bamboo, which is actually a magical charcoal pencil at the tip.

From this night onwards, Song Xinglin was brought into a magical and mysterious world called Pinyin by his fairy guest.

Although these weird drawings are very puzzling, but what is in the mouth of the diner, the mouth is long aaa, the mouth is open and round ooo, and the mouth is flat eee;
What a round face with croissant braids, mouth wide open aaa, the sun is shining red when the rooster crows, a goose in the clear pond, an e is reflected in the water, sister iii has a small floral dress...

It's funny, novel, easy to remember, and miraculously, after two or three times, he actually memorized every single one of them well. I don't want to say anything when I remember it, and then compare it with the small book, he can actually give that one a good one. Weird aoe...Write it down silently?

It's really incredible!
And then, from this day on, Brother Wu Bisheng discovered that his little friend, Erdao dealer, ah no, is Erdao teacher. for a while;
During the break at noon, the food was not good, and teaching them how to read was also a way to leave after teaching them, and write and draw on the sidelines on their own. The third brother didn't know anything strange at all.

What's more, this guy was shaking his head while drawing, talking about his younger sister's flowered dress, and they all thought that this guy was just another day of thinking about his younger siblings.

This kind of life lasted for many days, and the three of Wu Bisheng couldn't bear it anymore. At noon this day, they were eating, and their Erlinzi didn't eat well, so they sat under the shade of a tree with a bun in their mouth and muttered. Cen couldn't help it, picked up a bamboo tube of tea and turned it over.

As a result, before the others arrived, Wang Cen heard his good brother, Erdao teacher, who was facing away from him, muttering something in his mouth, he was so angry, he was naughty, he wanted to fish or something...

Wang Cen suddenly stopped in his tracks, and secretly said that it was over, but the water was not delivered, and he ran back with the bamboo tube, shouting nervously while running.

"Brother, brother, brother Bisheng, brother Zongcai, something is wrong, our Erlin Zimo is crazy, we don't eat well, and when we receive the goods, we actually want to go fishing for chickens..."

Wu Bisheng and Lin Zongcai who were being called out stood up abruptly, and ran towards Wang Cen with a bright expression on their faces, "What are you talking about, Cenzi? What kind of madness? Erlinzi wants to hunt chickens and fish?"

Song Xinglin, who heard the bluffing voices of his friends, woke up from the jingles he had learned. Seeing the trio who Qiqi was running towards him with concern, Song Xinglin was speechless.

What about chicken fishing, what he was talking about was obviously jqx little naughty, he would go if he saw a fish eye, okay, okay! ! !
It's a pity that his three little friends didn't understand him, they thought he was insane, and almost dragged him to find the witch to exorcise the evil spirits, Song Xinglin was also drunk.

Really laughed at by San's passionate and caring friends, Song Xinglin didn't explain any more, and stuffed the love notebook made by the guest into his chest with his backhand, pointing at the third brother in front of him to speak.

"Okay, I've explained it to you so many times. I'm not in a daze. I'm just learning to read characters. If you don't believe me, it's okay. If you don't believe me, let's compete again to see who knows more characters and see if I can win. You will know whether I am normal or in a daze."

Wu Bisheng, Lin Zongcai, and Wang Cen looked at each other, and finally nodded, "Success, let's compare."

As for the results of the competition, it goes without saying that Hanyu Pinyin is a good thing. It is a good thing that has been produced by many experts and the strength of the country. How can it not stand up to a small test.

Obviously, in the last test, Er Linzi only knew a few words better than them, and he lost to Lin Zongcai in the end.

But how long has it been?This guy is actually miraculous. Not only did he memorize all the twenty-five characters he learned before, but he also didn't lose any of the characters he learned these days. He memorized all the good ones. He can read, he can even write, there is no pretentiousness at all, and he can't even mess up the order.

You know, among the four of them, Lin Zongcai, who is the strongest and the most diligent, has only memorized the first twenty-five words firmly, but Er Linzi, the brat, is actually the latecomer?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, they must be dreaming!
Obviously at the beginning, they murmured in private that if they couldn't learn well, it must be because the second-hand teacher was not as good at tutoring.

They were still discussing whether they were going to worship their younger siblings as teachers, but it turned out to be a big change?

But my brothers are worthless in face and face, Wu Bisheng brother looked at each other three times, with smiles in their eyes, they immediately surrounded Song Xinglin with shoulders and backs, smiling cunningly.

"Hey hey, Er Linzi, good boy, come on, my brothers have something to tell you..."

"What did you say?" Song Xinglin asked.

(End of this chapter)