Baby brings his own shopping mall to travel through

The Yang family brothers and sisters felt speechless, because they could not bring shame upon their elders, so they could only feel speechless themselves.

Mr. Zheng and his friends think that this is how rural people think.

Generally speaking, when children go to learn skills from a master, they have to serve the master. The children are afraid that they won’t learn skills if they are not with the master, and the master lets the children stay around so that he can have free servants.

They, the scholars, seek teachers for the sake of knowledge and learning. If the students have to serve the teacher in all matters, big or small, how will the students have the time to study?

If that gentleman really did that, he would be misleading the students.

Mr. Zheng couldn't do this, and he didn't need someone to serve him.

Qi Xingyun couldn't help but explain the doubts to the others, so that they wouldn't make wild guesses. "The old man has his own people to serve him. Zhu Qing just needs to concentrate on studying and learning. He doesn't need to worry about other things."

Mr. Zheng couldn't help but remind them, "Your children are still young now, so you should study what you should study, and those who should practice martial arts can start practicing some basic skills. I will find a martial arts master to teach you after a while."

"As for wanting to do business, you should study first and learn everything you need to learn, so that you don't have to be unable to understand contracts when negotiating business with others. Then you can learn from your brother Hua Ming."

After saying that, Ermao and Sanmao looked at Simao and said, "You want to be a great scholar, but this is not something that ordinary scholars can call you."

"The reason why a great scholar is called a great scholar is that he must do several things.

1. He is well-read and talented, has in-depth research and understanding of Confucian classics, and has a wide range of knowledge in other fields.

2. High moral character: Possess virtues such as benevolence, justice, and honesty, set an example for others by leading by example.

3. Teaching ability: Able to impart Confucian thoughts and knowledge, and cultivate students’ moral character and talents.

4. Social responsibility: Pay attention to social issues, actively participate in social affairs, and contribute to improving social conditions.

5. Innovative spirit: On the basis of inheriting Confucianism, it can innovate and develop in combination with the characteristics of the time. "

"How much do you think you can achieve on the above points?"

Simao was completely in a trance. After all Mr. Zheng said, he only understood one word: knowledgeable and talented. This was what his sister had told him.

But Simao also inherited Xiaocao's principle: if you don't understand, ask, and don't be ashamed to ask.

"Grandpa Zheng, I didn't understand. I just knew that I should read more books, any kind of books. If I read more books, I would know everything in the world, and even have gold and a wife."

"What do you mean? Who told you that if you study a lot, you will have gold and a wife?" Mr. Zheng

Simao spoke faster than he thought: "Grandpa Zheng, you don't know?"

Mr. Zheng asked, leaving everyone confused: "What should I know?"

Simao looked at his sister and said, "Isn't that what the book says?"

[Is that what the book says? How come I don’t know that?]

"Isn't it?"

Qi Xingyun also became interested: "What is written in the book? What does it say in the book?"

Simao was stunned. How was it written? What was the name of the book? It seemed that my sister had said it.

[Books contain a golden house and a beautiful woman]

Simao's mouth really is faster than his brain. After hearing his sister's thoughts, he immediately read them out without any pause.

"Books contain golden houses and beautiful women. It is written in books, so does it mean that there are golden houses and beautiful women?"

Zheng Huaming laughed. "I can understand the golden house, but how did the wife know that?"

"Yan Ruyu! Isn't Yan Ruyu a confidante? Isn't it just wife?" Simao said righteously.

When he said this, can anyone refute that he is wrong?

Who can explain to this five-year-old who is determined to become a great scholar what a confidante means? Do you really want to be a great scholar? Or change your ambition?

[Alas, Fourth Brother, someone like you who pretends to know everything will never become a great scholar.]

In the end, it was the smallest doll in the room that explained it to the second smallest doll.

[A confidante usually refers to a deep and pure friendship between a man and a woman. They are not lovers, but they can understand and support each other spiritually; they are not husband and wife, but they can accompany and comfort each other spiritually.

A confidante often has the following characteristics:

1. Mutual understanding: They can understand each other's inner world, understand each other's joys and sorrows, and can provide support and encouragement when the other party needs it.

2. Mutual appreciation: They appreciate each other’s talents and virtues, and are able to find the shining points in each other and fall in love with them.

3. Accompany each other: They can stay with each other when the other is lonely, giving each other warmth and comfort.

4. Pure and flawless: The feelings between them are pure, without any impurities, and will not change because of interests or other factors. 】

[So a confidante is not a wife, remember that, don't let people laugh at you anymore, and don't say it was me who taught you that. I don't acknowledge it, even if you kill me.]

[If anyone says I taught him that, I'll take ten cans of milk powder and hit him until he faints.]

The Yang family’s focus is always so weird.

Old Mrs. Yang: Oh, what a sin! You use such precious stuff like milk powder to hit people. Try changing it to something else.

Mrs. Li: Ouch, will the can be broken? Can the milk powder still be drunk if the can is broken?

Yang Dashan: Smash him! He dares to ruin my daughter’s reputation.

When the young boys thought about the weight of a can of milk powder, they couldn’t help but think: If ten cans of milk powder fell on your head, would you still be able to keep your head?

Fortunately, no one heard their voices.