After rebirth, I became Qingmei's white moonlight

Chapter 71 The Birth of a 70-Year Genius
"Son, things are not as simple as you think."

Fu Wanying took over the topic and said slowly: "In fact, we have already discussed this matter with Grandma Yaoyao, but she is unwilling to do it. It is not a question of whether it is troublesome or not. You will not understand the matters between adults even if I tell you. In short, now we just need to help take care of Yaoyao."

Jiang Shu was stunned. He had overlooked this point.

I simply thought that if Grandma Li could come to help out at the family's bun shop, not only would both families have an easier time, but she would also be able to take better care of Yaoyao.

But forget that people’s hearts are unpredictable. They may be grateful for temporary help, but may turn against you if you are helped for a lifetime.
This is what is called a small amount of rice is a favor, and a big amount of rice is repaid with a grudge.

The story of the farmer and the snake is often seen in later times when mobile Internet is highly developed.

Grandma Yaoyao must have considered all this in advance, so she insisted on refusing. She was afraid that the two families would become more and more entangled in the future and become a mess that could not be cut off. So she chose to work in a textile factory which was farther away from home and required her to work overtime frequently.

Of course, the salary in a regular textile factory is definitely much higher than working as a handyman in a steamed bun shop, and it is relatively more secure. The only thing is that it is not very convenient to take care of Yaoyao.

"Mom, then you and Dad can continue to post the recruitment advertisements on the wall outside. As long as you work hard, you will eventually be able to recruit people. You have to know that money can never be earned enough, and health is more important than money." Jiang Shu thought for a while and said.

"Well... OK, I'll ask your dad to go to the printing shop later and get a job notice and post it."

"Don't bother, Mom. Do you have a brush or paper at home?"

Jiang Shu remembered that during every festival at home, his father would write some talismans to worship the ancestors. This was passed down from his grandfather after he got married.

Logically speaking, Jiang Shu should be able to do it too, but who made him a bachelor at the age of 38 in his previous life? Jiang Yimin couldn't teach him even if he wanted to.

"Yes, I do, but what do you want the brush for?"

Fu Wanying looked curious. She found a pen and paper in the corner and handed them to her son.

Jiang Shu smiled mysteriously, spread the white paper on the table, pressed it with the rim of a clean bowl, held the pen, thought about the content and format, then picked up the pen and started writing.

talents wanted
Steamed bun shop handyman (1 person)
Male or female, age 22-55 years old

Salary negotiable
After finishing writing, he put the brush on the edge of the table, picked up the paper and blew gently on it to make it dry quickly.

Looking at this beautiful regular script, Jiang Shu was quite satisfied. After all, it was the authentic regular script of Yan Zhenqing.

Although still a beginner, he has used all the necessary pen strokes and the font structure is relatively correct, but it looks a bit stiff and not so smooth.

In a way, it's not much different from printed text.

Fu Wanying was stunned watching from the side. Is this my 5-year-old son?

Not only can she write calligraphy, but she also writes quite well, looking like someone who has practiced calligraphy for several years. The key is the content of her writing and the new characters she uses are more difficult than the last, and she even forgot how to write two characters.

The content from top to bottom: title, position, requirements, salary, concise and to the point. How did he know all this?

If what he showed before was just precocity and understanding, now it is completely outrageous.

Are there really child prodigies born in this world?

"Husband, come and see, your son has become a god!"

Jiang Yimin walked over and took a look. He was also stunned. He pursed his lips and said in disbelief: "Are you really my son?"

Jiang Shu seemed to know what they were going to ask, and explained in advance: "I learned the characters from the kindergarten textbooks, and copied the small advertisements from other people's store recruitment notices. As for the font, I don't know why, but I learned it as soon as I learned it. Isn't it so simple that all you need is hands?"

Jiang Yimin and Fu Wanying: “…” These words made them look like trash. No, 99% of the people in this world were like trash.

If he really only needed hands and could learn it quickly, why would he need to work so hard selling buns here?
He has long been a master of calligraphy.

"Xiaoshu, tell mom, what else can you do?"

Fu Wanying swallowed her saliva. If her son was really the gifted prodigy as the legend said, she would have to think carefully about how to train him, so that he would not become like Fang Zhongyong and become an ordinary person in the future.

"Mom, what are you asking about?" Jiang Shu grinned, revealing a row of neat little white teeth.

"Like...art painting?"

"I can't draw yet, but I think I can give music a try..."

Jiang Shu thought that he had not tried to use his talent in music since he acquired the extraordinary gift of absolute musicality, so he gave his mother the ink, brush, and the job advertisement he had just written.

He took out a few bowls and plates of different sizes from the cupboard and placed them on the table. The couple stared at him in amazement, not understanding what this guy was going to do.

Jiang Shu was seen holding two chopsticks and trying to tap the edge of each bowl a few times. The sounds produced were high, low, long, and short, but surprisingly, he could distinguish each syllable clearly.

Is this the gift of talent that comes with absolute musicality?

How terrifying!
So, he thought of a simple tune in his mind, held the chopsticks and began to tap in an orderly manner.

Do Do Sol Sol La La Sol, Fa Fa Mi Mi Re Re Do…

The crisp sound of the porcelain bowls echoed in the store, and as the pleasant sound of the percussion gradually formed a beautiful melody, the couple's eyes widened wider and wider until they were completely stunned.

Although basic knowledge such as Chinese and mathematics can be learned through exposure in life, their family is just one of countless ordinary families and has never touched elegant arts such as music.

But it only took their son less than a minute to go from not understanding at all to trying to understand, and then he successfully played a complete song.

Is this really something a human can do?

It sounds like a fantasy to think that one can play percussion instruments without any systematic training and just by randomly playing around.

If the couple had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that there was such a divine being in the world.

"My son is actually a genius?! No, he is a genius among geniuses!"

This made Jiang Yimin very happy. He was so excited that he hugged Jiang Shu and spun around in circles.

In any case, being a precocious child is one thing, and being a genius is another.

Although precocity is rare, it does exist. However, child prodigies like Jiang Shu who are self-taught are only heard of in legends.

Moreover, he is not only a genius in a single field, but also very likely a genius in many aspects. If he is trained well, he will definitely become an extraordinary person in the future.

Jiang Shu felt a little dizzy from the shaking.

"Dad, Dad, stop spinning. I'm going to faint."

(End of this chapter)