Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

Promoting literacy through direct pronunciation can help people memorize commonly used characters in a short time, enabling them to read and write and meet daily needs.

Learning pinyin takes time.

It's like figuring out the principles of a machine.

The most urgent task right now is to get everyone "able to use" it. As for the underlying principles, we can study and promote them gradually once the literacy campaign has progressed.

But Wang Anping still intends to write and wants to try submitting it for publication.

The main purpose, of course, is to earn some royalties and incidentally, to cultivate a "cultured person" image for oneself.

These days, you can still submit articles.

You can submit articles these days.

Popular books have a narrow audience and low royalties.

He planned to organize the manuscript and submit it to the "Primary School Teacher" journal published by the Education Press, where the payment would definitely be the highest.

The literacy methods mentioned in the manuscript are, frankly speaking, "borrowed" from later generations:

Methods include decomposing characters by radicals, distinguishing sounds by pinyin, and comparing similar-looking characters.

Although pinyin has not been implemented yet, he has already introduced the concept of initials and finals, but the pronunciations are all replaced by commonly used Chinese characters.

For example, "ch" is pronounced like "ch", and "ang" is pronounced like "ang".

This way, even if you haven't learned pinyin, you can still read it by following the pronunciation.

Wang Anping wrote more and more smoothly, not paying attention to the time at all, until he felt his strengthened body was a little stiff, then he put down his pen and moved around for a while.

At this moment, there were already more than a dozen sheets of paper covered with dense writing on his desk.

Turning around, I found that Ran Qiuye was still there.

Or rather, I don't know when she came back.

When I looked up just now, it seemed she wasn't there, so she left her schoolbag and textbooks here to reserve a seat.

At this moment, Ran Qiuye was staring at the manuscript next to him, her eyes full of curiosity and hope. She was obviously wondering what this person had written, since it wasn't just copying from a book.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Wang Anping, what are you writing here?"

"May I take a look?"

Wang Anping pushed the manuscript paper in front of her and said nonchalantly:

"See?"

"I just wrote it randomly, there's no particular structure or method."

"But don't spread it around yet, I plan to submit it to someone else and try my luck."

Ran Qiuye nodded quickly, carefully picked up the manuscript paper, and began to read it carefully.

Wang Anping stretched his wrists for a while, then picked up his pen and continued writing.

He deliberately wrote these basic learning methods in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and even provided many examples of commonly used words so that readers could understand them at a glance.

He plans to write 20,000 words about three methods of learning to read—definitely not to earn more royalties.

Handwriting is ultimately not as fast as typing. He can only write about two thousand words an hour. He just wrote six or seven thousand words and just finished writing the first method of sound discrimination. He is now writing the second method.

When I had written most of the second method and was about to take a break,

The girl next to me suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Wang Anping, how did you come up with this idea?"

"I just tried to pronounce it according to what you wrote, and I was actually able to pronounce it correctly!"

"This is unbelievable!"

Wang Anping's newly written "Method of Phonetic Differentiation" is, to put it simply, a textual version of pinyin.

If someone else saw this manuscript...

At most, I think it's just an interesting little trick.

But Ran Qiuye studied at a secondary normal school, majoring in elementary school Chinese teaching, which was a perfect match for her major, so her feelings about reading this manuscript were completely different.

She read it in one go, and was filled with amazement.

She had wanted to discuss this with Wang Anping earlier, but seeing how seriously he was writing, she didn't dare to disturb him.

At this moment, the way they looked at Wang Anping was filled with admiration.

Wang Anping put down his pen:

"It's just a thought I had while reading a book."

"It's also thanks to the knowledge of those who came before us."

"I've made some summaries."

He said it without batting an eye.

The concept of pinyin has existed for a long time, but the previous methods were too complicated and did not spread widely, only circulating in small circles.

Moreover, information was scarce in this era.

Many things lack a systematic classification and logical summary; he merely sorted out and summarized those scattered methods.

Ran Qiuye found it unbelievable.

But if someone who is deeply involved in teaching actually saw it, they might not find it particularly amazing.

This is why Wang Anping dared to bring out this method.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Ran Qiuye's eyes shone even brighter as she looked at Wang Anping—

She felt that the person in front of her had a forward-thinking perspective and many of his views were quite novel. At first, they had an equal exchange, but later she found herself completely adopting a learning attitude.

It's unclear whether her anxious demeanor alerted some people.

A moment later, a woman in her thirties, whose features resembled Ran Qiuye's, came over and asked if she wanted some hot water.

This is her mother.

Hmm, he looks like he comes from an intellectual background.

Ran Qiuye was completely unaware that she had added some hot water and wanted to continue chatting with Wang Anping, but Wang Anping had already noticed the older woman's scrutinizing gaze.

I checked the time; it was almost five o'clock.

He immediately stood up, greeted Ran Qiuye, returned the borrowed elementary school textbooks, packed his things, and left the library.

The moment he left his seat, the empty seat was taken.

Ran Qiuye gazed at Wang Anping's retreating figure, her expression still lingering with longing.

Her mother stood beside her, frowning as she looked at Ran Qiuye, unsure whether to remind her daughter.

It was rush hour, and there were many more pedestrians on the road than before.

Wang Anping was riding his bike home when he noticed someone on the roadside deliberately walking in less crowded areas, with his back to the crowd, and constantly stuffing something into his mouth.

Good heavens, isn't that Jia Dongxu?

He was holding a package of oiled paper in his hand, and his mouth was dripping with oil, clearly indicating that he was eating alone.

It seems to still retain the traditions of the old Jia family.

Wang Anping watched with amusement, but didn't go up to say anything. He rode his bicycle straight back to the yard.

Qin Huairu has arrived home.

When he returned, he was squatting by the stove, busy cooking.

Wang Anping put down his things, put his hands behind his back, and strolled around the yard. There were quite a few people coming home from get off work at this time, and some middle-aged women were chatting by the stone benches in the middle courtyard.

Upon seeing him approach, people immediately gathered around to ask about the college entrance examination.

"That's true," Wang Anping replied with a smile. "Studying is ultimately about improving one's cultural level so that one can make more contributions to the country in the future."

Upon hearing this, many people secretly rolled their eyes.

Everyone thought this kid was just being lazy, giving up a perfectly good job and pushing all the work of earning money to support the family onto Qin Huairu.

The older women all spoke out in support of Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu was questioned as soon as she returned.

He even had a happy look on his face.

What a silly country girl! She doesn't even know how to control her own man. She'll be bullied to death in the future.

But this is ultimately a private matter for the young couple, and outsiders shouldn't interfere.

Standing to the side, Madam Jia Zhang couldn't help but mutter:

"That's easy for you to say, you're just being lazy!"

Yo!

Wang Anping was delighted to hear this.

You ran into this yourself, so you can't blame yourself!