Be a group pet in the Qing Palace where the prince and the fourth master have been reborn

Chapter 102

Yin Qi foolishly looked at his sweet younger brother who was lying on the table sleeping, and then at the scholastic students who were staring at him next to him, shook his head and sighed, opened the book to find the place he saw last time, and began to read with a sad face.

Next door, Kangxi has already got the big characters that Yin Qi usually writes. He has been busy with Lao Maozi and Junggar affairs for the past few months, and has not cared about his son for several days. Every time he takes time to check his son's studies, he just asks a few questions , A few young ones just started to learn to write, and I didn't have time to see how well they wrote.

Yinyu and Yiner were taught by the master in the upper study room, and Yinqi was taught by the prince and the fourth child in turn. He thought that the prince and the fourth child had good calligraphy, enough to enlighten children, and the result was good. Look at the writing on this paper. What kind of ghost picture is it.

His own handwriting is good, and his sons have inherited his talent. Even if there is an eighth son who has not yet realized it, it will not affect the other sons' writing skills, especially the prince and the fourth son, who are young. The words written are unique, the other elder brothers are not as brilliant as the prince and the fourth child, and the words they write are not even ugly. How did the eighth and the ninth become like this?

Kangxi rubbed his eyes and put the paper down, worried that his excellent genes would mutate from the old eighth, so he asked Liang Jiugong to find the big characters written by Yinzhen and Yiner, and saw that the big characters written by the two small ones were normal, so he was afraid relieved.

It's okay, okay, there are only two outrageous ones, Yinhu and Yinqi.

No wonder the Prince's expression was so strange when he heard that he was going to teach Yin Qi how to write in person. The boy knew that Yin Qi wrote this kind of doggy characters and didn't say anything. He just wanted to see him having fun or something?

The old father gritted his teeth, and aggressively went to the next room to find fault. Seeing his son with a pink face sleeping on the table stopped, he couldn't bear to wake him up.

The child slept peacefully on the table, his hair was braided and hung behind him, and there was a red tie on it. His little face was soft and soft as if water could be squeezed out. No matter how strict the master came, he still hesitated to take He wakes up.

Kangxi was never strict with this little guy, so he didn't even hesitate. After seeing it, he directly gave up the previous plan, signaled the bachelor student to stop making too much noise, and then walked around the little guy to see Yin Yin Qi.

Such a big doll has never woken up so early before, so it takes a few days for him to get used to getting up early to study, so he can sleep as long as he wants, it would be bad if he wakes up suddenly and scares the child.

Yinqi flipped through the book with his face on his face, and saw that his brother Khan Ama didn't say anything to reprimand him when he saw his younger brother sleeping during class time. Ma stared and quickly picked it up.

Hey, hey, Khan Ama is too much.

Humble Yinqi, crying online.

Kangxi knew that this kid was dishonest, so he went over to look through the book in his hand, and frowned again when he saw the content inside, circled two articles for him to memorize by heart, then shook his head and went back to continue processing the memorial.

Putting these two children together is really appropriate, even the content of their studies collides, the little nine is okay, the progress of the fifth is seeing that even the little ten and the little eleven can catch up, there is really nothing to do with them.

There was only the sound of flipping books and reading in a low voice in the room, and the apprentices were waiting by the side, looking at each other and not knowing what to say, the emperor even allowed Brother Jiu to sleep in class, how dare they bother him.

As the night faded away, the sky turned white, and the sun had not yet risen. A few small animals gathered by the pond outside the yard to drink water. The insects chirped in the grass, and the sound was crisp and melodious.

The child lying on the desk wrinkled his nose, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, his mouth opened slightly, and he was about to wake up after rubbing his eyes. The quilt was rolled, but before the arms were opened, the whole person rolled off the bench.

Yinqi:! ! !

what's up what's up what's up? ? ?

The little guy was lying on the ground in a daze, still unaware that he was no longer on the bed, Yin Qi hurriedly dropped the book and picked up his younger brother, patted the ashes on his body and carried him back to the bench, pinching his nose and complaining, " If you don't wake up, we'll be having lunch soon."

"Ah?" The little guy stared blankly at his brother, stared at the books on the table and the bachelor waiter waiting beside him in a trance, and complained in a low voice, "Khan Ama is too much, how can you take advantage of me to sleep?" What a shame to bring me here at this time."

With so many people watching him sleep, he is no longer a decent elder brother.

"You are only a little older, what face do you want?" Yin Qi let out a long breath, and returned to his seat, his eyes were full of tiredness and vicissitudes of life. If he could sleep for so long, he would rather be an unseemly elder brother.

Respect is nothing compared to sleep.

Xiao Jiu didn't know how to be blessed in the blessing, which really broke his brother's heart.

Brother Jiu, who was in the blessing and didn't know the blessing, covered his face for a while before the blush on his face disappeared. He went out and asked the little eunuch to fetch water to wash his face. Looking at the energetic and smart child in the water, he was sure that he was still among the brothers. The prettiest cub straightened up and went back to study.

The learning progress of the two elder brothers is not fast. After learning the most basic enlightenment textbooks, the next high-end courses that need to be understood are like a mountain. Any desire to climb mountains.

A few years ago, when Kangxi sent people to check the collection of books in the palace, they found several books compiled by Zhang Juzheng for Wanli. Emperor Wanli succeeded to the throne at a young age, and the old Xiangguo also took great pains for his studies. The few books were written in an easy-to-understand manner. , very suitable for children to learn.

Kangxi originally thought those books were too simple and not suitable for his son to study, until Yin Qi, who couldn't learn at all, and Yin Qi, who he personally enlightened, appeared in the study room. The two children looked at the books together. The faces were blank, and those who didn't know thought they didn't even know the words.

If it weren't for the surprise of these two boys, the old father would not have thought of finding these books.

The first assistant Zhang Juzheng and the lecturer of the Imperial Academy tailored the palace textbook for the ten-year-old Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun. The difficulty is not too high. It's too difficult, Yinqi... Yinqi thinks that all books are equally difficult to understand.

But he can't throw away the book, no matter how difficult the content in the book is, they have to learn it. All the brothers are like this. Many people outside the palace want to learn but have no chance. It is good that he has the opportunity to study, so it can't be wasted. H.

【Senior, why can't the prince be illiterate? 】The little guy opened the book, looked at the pages full of words, sighed and studied hard.

Don’t think that being able to read is not illiterate. He can recognize all characters and talk to various creatures, but in the eyes of Han Ama and his brothers, he is still in the ranks of illiterates.

Here, scholars must not only be able to read, but also be able to understand the allusions in other people's words when they are speaking, and understand the true meaning of other people's articles, otherwise they may not be able to understand when they are scolded.

It is even more difficult to read articles. People use allusions, borrow scenes to express emotions, use ancient times to satirize the present, and use happy scenes to write mourning...

There are all kinds of messy usages in front of you. Sometimes everyone knows the whole article, but after reading it, they just can’t understand what is written on it. The human brain is completely different from the system’s program, so it’s too hard to unify .

Guangqiutong is also concerned. Every time I see the little guy frowning and stumped by his homework, he is very grateful that he is a simple system. It is said that in the next few years, the little Bentong will not only learn various Confucian classics, but also learn Poems and songs, my God, what kind of devil's mission is this?

Let the system write poems and lyrics, are they serious?

The light ball was trembling with fright, anyway, he couldn't, he couldn't, he absolutely couldn't do it.

Yinqi sighed, and continued to study with a bitter face. Kangxi was tired of reviewing and writing the memorial, and walked out for two steps. Seeing that the two children were obediently studying, he nodded with satisfaction and went back to deal with government affairs.

The glass window is really a good thing. You can see what is going on inside without entering the house. You don’t have to worry about the little ones being lazy inside. This kind of good thing is available in all schools in the Qing Dynasty. If there is no flood this summer, then save it All the disaster relief money was used to replace colored glass windows in schools all over the country.

Liulichang has burned a lot of colored glaze in the past two years, but there are too many rich people in the world, and the supply is still in short supply. If all schools have glazed windows and bright classrooms, there may be more reclusive talents coming out to teach.

Who doesn't love a big, bright house.

The morning time passed quickly, and Kangxi deliberately saved the bamboo chickens caught by the two boys until noon today. Although the brats are not good at studying, it is very difficult to beat them, but being able to catch the prey by themselves at a young age is also very good, and it is worthy of praise.

Before eating, there are other things to do.

Kangxi knocked on the desk and asked his youngest son to spread out the rice paper and write a word for him to read. There is no need to write too difficult characters, just a simple "big" is enough.

Yinqi didn't have any self-knowledge about his own handwriting, so he wrote it when he was asked to write, and his movements were slow and steady when he picked up the pen and dipped in the ink. The old father stood beside him and nodded unconsciously, and then, when the ink fell on the paper, he just I feel sorry for the wasted rice paper.

God, how did the prince and the fourth child teach?

When children learn to write, they must practice their wrist strength first. Only when their wrists are strong can they write characters with character. At the beginning of the practice, they don’t need famous calligraphy. They only need to learn the structure of fonts. After they have their own understanding, they can copy them. Get twice the result with half the effort.

But now, not to mention the frame structure of the font, this kid didn't even learn the strokes clearly.

Kangxi clutched his chest and couldn't speak. He waved his hands to tell the two children to wash their hands and go to the dining table. He silently set aside half an hour of his reading time at night to teach his son to write. After several years of practice, the old man's handwriting has caught the eye. I don't know how long it will take for the word nine to come back.

Alas, it's really not reassuring.

Yin Qi thought it was scary for him to get up early every day, but he didn't expect that the scarier thing was yet to come.

Brothers and brothers only study during the day, and after the missionary class in the afternoon, they go to practice riding and archery for a while, and then they are free. Why does he still have to stay in the house and write big characters?

He wrote the big characters that Er Niang punished. It was hot outside during the day, so he could go out to play in the evening. It was not good for him to be detained in the room alone. Khan Ama was unreasonable.

The little guy was wronged and went to the prince to complain, but Yinzhen didn't come back, so he could only go to the prince when he encountered something. A man can't always act like a baby with Er Niang, and he didn't say that a man can't act like a baby with his elder brother.

Seeing that Baobaodan was hiding here and would not go out, the prince raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how is your writing in big characters now?"

"It's...it's okay..." Yin Qi's eyes drifted, and he lowered his head and whispered back to his fingers, "Khan Ama said that there is progress, and I also feel that there is progress. I don't need to practice so long every day and write so many sheets every day. There are calluses all over."

"Come and let the crown prince take a look." The crown prince squeezed the little fellow's chubby little hands, if he hadn't known that the imperial concubine had asked people to massage his wrists with hot compresses every day, he would have been tricked by him right now.

The child was a little embarrassed by his elder brother's half-smiling gaze. He pulled his hand back and put it behind his back, looked left and right to change the subject, "What is the prince doing? Can I help?"

"I don't dare to let you do your fingerprints anymore." The prince patted Baby Pimple on the head, walked around and took him to the yard to enjoy the cool, "Your fourth brother did not neglect your second brother because of the fingerprinting. Big boy, you can’t press everywhere like you did when you were a child, you can wash your hands and nothing will happen, and the second brother has to be scolded for you.”

"My brother hasn't pressed his fingerprints for a long time. Brother Prince, please don't spout blood." Yin Qi defended himself with a stern face. He has now abandoned evil and promoted good, and he will not do anything wrong when he sees the inkstone. Only Yin Qi can do anything wrong. Tu Yinxiang's little ones have nothing to do with him.

"Okay, okay, our Yinqi is the most well-behaved, so we won't involve the prince's brother to be scolded." His Royal Highness changed his words quickly, and asked someone to move his special recliner under the big tree in the yard, and took his brother to lie on it. A pleasant blow.

A few days ago, he exchanged a copy of "Basic Principles of Rural Biogas" from Brother System, and was wondering if it was feasible in Qing Dynasty.

According to the current population ratio, the rural population is the majority, and it is very useful to tinker with biogas digesters. Even places like the capital are mostly farmers, and there can only be more people in other places who rely on farming for a living.

If possible, he would actually like to try to increase food production, but he was awakened by Brother System's slap in the face, so he stopped daydreaming. With the current level of agriculture, it is unlikely that he will succeed in cultivating good varieties with a yield of more than [-] per mu. Why not look into fertilizing compost.

The fertilizer is mixed with Jinkela, and one bag can be used as two bags.

The fertilizer is mixed with Jinkela, and the yield of wheat is [-] per mu.

When will Jin Kela in the dream come down from the sky and come to him?

The prince lay leisurely on the recliner and caressed his baby, and once again missed his fourth son who was far away in Selengosk. The things he couldn't handle could be resolved by the fourth son in minutes. When will the fourth son come back.

"Brother Prince, I saw Bandi Taiji." The door was not closed, and Yinqi saw from a distance that Bandi, who was about to become their eldest brother-in-law, got off the recliner with all his teeth and claws, "Brother Prince, Bandi Taiji is walking here coming."

"Come here as soon as he comes, why are you in such a hurry." The prince sighed, sat up slowly, led the child to the door, and greeted Bandi who was passing by, "It's getting late, Taiji What is this for?"

"I have met His Royal Highness, and I have seen Brother Jiu." Ben Di saluted the two of them, rubbing his face weakly, "I just came back from the Imperial College, and the emperor asked me to read more books two days ago, so I went to the Imperial College ,result……"

The expression on the face of the young man from Mongolia was indescribable. He thought the Imperial College was an ordinary place to teach people how to read, but after listening to several classes in the past, he couldn't understand what any gentleman said.

If he can't understand it for the first time, he can comfort himself that he is not used to it. If he can't understand it several times in a row, he really can't comfort himself with the cheek to comfort himself that the husband's speech is not good.

The crown prince looked at the loveless Bendi in surprise, "Why did Taiji think of going to the Guozi monitoring class?"

That place is full of top scholars, and the teachers who give lectures are all the best from the sea of ​​books and studies. It is normal that ordinary people can't keep up with their progress. Officials of the fourth grade and above can listen to it, but apart from the students who passed the imperial examination, there are usually not many people who go there, for no other reason than simply not being able to understand.

After Bandi entered Beijing, he was promoted by Kangxi to be a first-class bodyguard. He was naturally qualified to go to the Imperial Academy to listen to the class. It is estimated that the students and teachers of the Imperial Academy were also heartbroken when they saw him. There really were not many Mongolians who went there.

Bandi sighed, "Going back to His Royal Highness, it was the eldest brother who said that the master of the Imperial College gave a good lecture, so I thought that the master there would give a lecture, so it's okay for me to go and listen, but after a few days, I still didn't know anything. I don’t understand, is the teacher from the Imperial College really good at giving lectures?”

"Don't go to Taiji in the future, let Han Ama find you a bachelor's degree attendant, or go to the old six and old seven to take classes when you have time." His Royal Highness patted the eldest brother-in-law on the shoulder, and suggested sincerely , "Imperial College is not suitable for you, big brother is fooling you."

His lectures are indeed really good, but the difficult courses are not suitable for beginners, so let yourself and the teachers of the Imperial College be spared.

Yin Qi raised his head, feeling that his elder brother-in-law and himself felt pity for him, and he was much less rejected. "You can also study with me. I am reading "Zi Zhi Tong Jian Zhi Jie" now. Where has Tai Ji learned?"

Bandy puffed out his chest and replied proudly, "I've already started reading "Historical Records."

Prince:  …

You, a young man who is about to get married, are you embarrassed to compare yourself with six or seven-year-old children?