Li Qingzhi didn't know that the book he wrote was seen by Li Xiucai. He was teaching his three children to read at the moment.
Li Damao and Li Ermao were still young, and Zhao Xiaodou had no basic knowledge at all, so Li Qingzhi did not teach them too many things and even let them learn on their own most of the time.
For example, the multiplication formula, he had taught Li Damao and Li Ermao before, so he can let Li Damao and Li Ermao teach Zhao Xiaodou.
Now, he teaches them some math knowledge slowly every day, talks about geography and humanities, and finally lets them learn a few words.
Speaking of learning to write... The paper that Li Qingzhi brought from the Zhu family has been almost used up. When Jin Xiaoye went out today, he asked Jin Xiaoye to help buy some cheap pens, ink and paper. Starting tomorrow, he will let the three children try to practice calligraphy.
As for the fact that they don't have a desk at home... Isn't there a brand new eight-immortal table? Li Damao and Li Ermao are short, and usually eat on their knees on a bench, so they can practice calligraphy in this way.
In fact, he was teaching them at the eight-immortals table they used for dining at home. At this moment, Li Damao and Li Ermao were standing on benches listening to his lecture.
"Today I will write another poem for you. You have memorized it before, but if your uncle Xiaodou can't recite it, you can teach him. After he teaches you, try to recognize the characters and write them on the sand table with chopsticks." Li Qingzhi used his left hand to carefully write down a poem he had learned in elementary school: "The mountains are colorful when you look at them from afar, and the water is silent when you listen to it quietly..."
These poems also existed in the Da Qi Dynasty, so it would not be shocking if he wrote them.
Li Qingzhi wrote it once, then read it with them several times and explained its meaning.
He also explained the stroke order of the characters in it.
The characters at that time were all traditional Chinese characters, and each one was difficult to write. Li Qingzhi did not ask them to learn them in one day. They would continue to learn this poem tomorrow.
Just like today, after talking about this poem, Li Qingzhi took out what he taught yesterday and reviewed it with them.
Children learn things very slowly and easily forget what they have learned, but Li Qingzhi is very patient and is willing to explain it to them over and over again.
There were three children in front of him, three!
Two of them were his sons! Teaching the three children was a pleasure for Li Qingzhi. While he was teaching them to read, he would even kiss Li Da Mao and Li Er Mao from time to time.
Zhao Xiaodou is someone else's child, and he is already eight years old, so he cannot be kissed. Li Qingzhi just touches his head.
In order to teach the children to write, Li Qingzhi specially asked someone to make three sand tables. Now he asked the three children to write while he watched from the side.
Zhao Xiaodou was old and worked very hard, so he got all the answers correct. He was praised and patted on the shoulder to show his encouragement.
Li Damao was quite steady and patient, and after learning most of it, he gave a few kisses: "Da Mao is really amazing."
Li Ermao was a frivolous person and made the most mistakes. Li Qingzhi leaned his face over to him and said, "Ermao, you are wrong again. You must accept your punishment. For every wrong word, you will be slapped ten times on your father's face!"
When Li Ermao was kissing, Li Qingzhi asked Zhao Xiaodou and Li Damao to count beside him.
Most of the children in the village who were about the same age as Zhao Xiaodou could not even count to 100. However, after Zhao Xiaodou learned from Li Qingzhi for only a few days, he could count very fluently. Li Ermao played an indispensable role in this.