Chapter 248: Learn

She was too lazy to lie, her face down, and none of these mortals dared to ask her name in person.
Back in the backyard, Mrs. Yuan met her and asked, "What happened? Why did you suddenly drive Rong Niang away? Both daughters were crying to me!"
Mr. Xiao reluctantly said things. Mrs. Wei said uneasily, "Will Rong Niang be in danger? Should we report to the officer?"
Mr. Xiao sighed and said, "I don't know what the women's crown is called, who it is, where it went, or how she looks like. How can I report it?"
Madam dumbfounded and said, "What then?"
Xiao Yuan said anxiously, "Do nothing, but I wish Rong Niang's good fortune."
Rong Niang woke up from a coma, remembering that she had been taken away, and got up in panic.
She found herself in a very elegant wooden house courtyard. Most of the interior furnishings she did not understand, only knowing that they were extremely delicate and elegant, worth everything.
She carefully pushed the door out, and saw a small courtyard outside, full of green bamboo.
The female crown that ravaged her was sitting on a lounge chair in the courtyard, with a strange girl in black beside her.
Rong Niang was startled and wanted to hide back in the house.
Yu Qingyao laughed: "Wake up? Come on, sit down, let's talk."
Rong Niang thought it was useless to hide in the house. She gritted her teeth and walked to the side of Yu Qingyao. She trembled and asked, "What do you want me to do here?"
Yu Qingyao pointed at Wu Zhen with a smile and said, "Please be a Mr., your student is her."
Rong Niang followed her fingers and looked at Wu Zhen.
Wu Zhensheng nodded ruthlessly to her.
The dire wolf is rich, hiding in the ground and rolling with a smile. In fact, he still has a bit of envy!
Yu Qingyao's treatment of the wolf and Wuzhen was too bad.
Rong Niang looked at Wu Zhen in wonder, and asked with a smile: "She can read? What books have you read?"
Yu Qingyao laughed: "She is illiterate and hasn't read a book, so you are invited to be a husband. You teach her to paint and write poems."
Rong Niang felt weird, but couldn't think of anything wrong.
She looked at Yu Qingyao and Wu Zhen, and looked like a master and servant, but not like a normal master and servant. This is mainly because Wuzhen sits and sits, and stands still, it is too unruly.
Under the eaves of the courtyard, Yu Qingyao set up a table case and a set of master chairs, and said with a smile: "Sir, you can start teaching."
Rong Niang stiffened her head and said, "I don't have anything. I don't have any books or pens. How can I teach this?"
Yu Qingyao laughed: "Your luggage is in the left compartment. You can pick it up."
Rong Niang had no choice but to go to the left compartment to see that her luggage was really there. She had to fetch something and came out to teach Wu Zhen.
Inwu Zhen can't do anything, naturally starts with literacy.
Wu Zhen, holding the book in pain, began to learn literacy, followed by Rong Niang reading aloud: "The world is flooded, the universe is yellow ..."
Wu Zhen's painful look and Rong Niang's incomprehensible look were very fun.
Yu Qingyao smiled side by side from time to time.
Wu Zhen learned for an hour, and barely learned to write the first eight characters, all of which were written like bird's claws.
Rong Niang looked headache. I think this is more difficult than teaching five or six-year-old children, mainly because Wu Zhen is unwilling to learn, resists in her heart, and does not learn seriously.
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Yu Qingyao looked funny, cooked tea, and asked Rong Niang to drink. Well, the break time should be guaranteed.
When Wu Zhen was pardoned, she threw the book and turned back to the crow and flew out.
Yu Qingyao was so angry and funny, he said, "You are not allowed to run far, and you will come back after a pillar of incense."
"Oh!" Wu Zhen answered, and flew away.
Rong Niang looked dumb, and the tea cups were all gone. If it wasn't for Yu Qingyao's hand-eye disease, the good white jade cup would be ruined.
"She, she, she, yes, yes, yes ..."
"Well, she is my demon pet, hard work!" Yu Qingyao said with a smile.
Rong Niang is speechless.
She finally understood why her gift was so expensive. It turned out that he was not teaching a child, but a monster. This is simply teaching me life!
"Don't be afraid, she wouldn't hurt you without my order." Yu Qingyao comforted.
Rong Niang calmed down and nodded bitterly.
At this point, she had no choice but to trust Yu Qingyao.
Yu Qingyao encouraged: "I respect the teacher, don't look at her as a monster and dare not discipline, you should fight, you should scold, you should scold him, and I will support you."
Rong Niang sweated.
Looking at Yu Qingyao's gloating look, Rong Niangqiang laughed: "I've been here for so long, but I still don't know what the owner's name is? It's rude."
Yu Qingyao didn't hide her at this time, she smiled and said, "My surname is Yu, just call me Yu Daochang. Your student's name is A Zhen."
Rong Niang hummed, remembered silently.
Yu Qingyao turned sharply and said, "I heard that Rong Niangya is good at poetry. I am very interested in writing poetry, but I won't. How can I write a poem?"
Rong Niang talked about the method of writing poems and said, "In fact, there is nothing special. Beginners write poems first from the sentence. Once the sentence is proficient, it is easy to write poetry."
"Oh? How is the pairing right?"
Rong Niang said: "The simplest is to start with a word, such as wind to rain, sun to moon, etc., and add a word, such as spring wind to autumn rain, rising sun to bright moon. Add slowly, increase by words When it comes to short sentences, it will be changed from short sentences to long sentences. After the sentences are met, it is easy to learn the rhythm of poetry and write according to the rhythm of poetry. "
"Is that all right?" Yu Qingyao asked curiously.
Rong Niang said with a smile: "Of course not, this is only the most basic. After the meeting, you must read the poems of your predecessors, and try to figure them out, imitate and use the predecessors' poems, and then learn to write poems yourself. Write poems It may seem simple, but I don't know how many talents are stumped. Writing a poem is easy, but if you write well, it is as difficult as going to heaven. "
Yu Qingyao nodded in recognition of this statement. She has read many ancient poems in previous lives. There are so many people who wrote poems in ancient times, but they are so good that they can be passed down through the ages. Those famous poets, not every poem can be passed down through the ages, often so few are widely known.
As soon as her eyes passed, Wu Zhen would increase her education, and said, "Let ’s do this! I'm impatient with her to learn slowly. You can teach her to converse while you teach her to read."
Rong Niang hesitated, "Isn't this good?"
"Nothing bad, she's a monster, she's smart! She learns quickly." Yu Qingyao decisively flickered.
Rong Niang has never seen a monster, and believes it is true. When Wu Zhen returns, she really starts to teach her sentence.
Wu Zhen had a hard time saying it, and learned the opposite sentence with a bitter face.
Yu Qingyao laughed while sitting and listening, secretly learning. She wouldn't let anyone know that she wouldn't write poetry.
Since then, Rong Niang followed her master and servant Yu Qingyao to live in seclusion here.
After a few days, Rong Niang calmed down, but was a little worried. She glanced around quietly, there was no bamboo outside.