There is Room For the Poor Daughter

After the first month, most places in Xiliang did not continue to snow. Even if it was still falling in some places, it was not very big. Before the Lantern Festival, it stopped, which made everyone relieved.

"The snow has stopped, and this year's spring ploughing should not be affected."

Xiao Yeyang taught his son to draw all kinds of small animals, flowers and plants, while talking to Daohua who was sitting on the kang burying his head and writing something.

Daohua: "It's only been two years since you took over Xiliang, and the internal problems of Xiliang have not been completely resolved, so you can't bear the disaster at this time."

Xiao Yeyang: "Who said no."

After a while, Xiao Yeyang saw that his son was obediently painting the house, and walked to Daohua: "What are you doing, I've seen you write and draw all these days?"

After speaking, he picked up the booklet that Inaka was writing.

Daohua took the opportunity to move her neck: "It's not for your son, the little guy will be three years old in May this year, and some time ago, my mother was talking to me about enlightenment for the child, so I just thought about what I used to say in the storybook. Sort out the pinyin I have seen on the website.”

Xiao Yeyang flipped through the pinyin alphabet organized by Daohua, and frowned, "Why do you always see some strange words?"

Daohua shrugged: "How do I know?"

Xiao Yeyang looked suspicious: "Is your pinyin reliable?"

Daohua: "Why is it unreliable? Didn't you see the characters on the Three Character Classics and I marked them with pinyin? This is much easier than what the Master taught."

Xiao Yeyang thought for a while: "I just happen to be fine, you teach me first."

Daohua gave him a sideways look and hummed: "Are you afraid that I will teach your son badly?"

Having said that, Daohua still took the Pinyin alphabet and taught it.

"a (ah), b (glass), c (this), d (got)."

Henry Zhang was not used to it at first, but slowly, he read it smoothly.

Daozi was originally good at painting, but when he saw his parents, one teaching and one learning, it was very lively, so he immediately dropped his watercolor brush, ran over, and threw himself into Daohua's arms, expressing that it was also fun.

In this way, Daohua only needs to be taught by the big and the small.

Of course, Daozi just wanted to play with his parents and didn't study seriously, but Henry Zhang felt more frightened the more he studied.

As an orthodox educated man, he quickly realized the importance of this pinyin alphabet.

In the next few days, Xiao Yeyang also became like his son. His thirst for knowledge was overwhelming. After leaving the office, he took Daohua to teach him how to pinyin.

Seeing the rice, it is natural to join in the fun.

Daohua took the opportunity to teach her son to memorize the Three-Character Classic. Xiao Yeyang learned Pinyin very quickly, and in less than half a month, he would mark words in Pinyin.

In this regard, Daohua didn't care, her attention was all on Daozi.

She found that her son's memory was very good, and after teaching it several times, he could remember it, which made her happy.

Seeing the different treatment of Daohua, Xiao Yeyang shook his head helplessly, and went to Yan Wenxiu with the pinyin alphabet.

"Look at this, this is made up by your eldest sister to enlighten the rice."

Yan Wenxiu was holding the pinyin alphabet and looked confused, what is this, he doesn't know it?

Seeing Yan Wenxiu like this, Xiao Yeyang smiled, and later became a master, teaching Yan Wenxiu Pinyin several times.

Yan Wenxiu was a jinshi who passed five tests and six generals exams. His learning ability and memory ability were not a problem. Just like Xiao Yeyang, the more he learned, the more important he felt that pinyin letters were important.

"I once heard the emperor's uncle mention that he wanted to make a dictionary, but unfortunately I haven't found a suitable candidate, so I haven't implemented it. Now that your eldest sister has come up with this pinyin alphabet, I think it's an opportunity."

"You take it back to study first, and think about whether the Yan family can seize this opportunity."

Prince Ping's mansion is now a dignitary, as long as he manages Xiliang well, the royal uncle will not treat him badly, and he does not need to take credit for this dictionary.

Yiyi is the daughter of the Yan family, and the things she made should also benefit the Yan family.

For a period of time after that, Yan Wenxiu ran to the palace almost every day, for nothing but to ask Daohua Pinyin, which made Daozi annoy him.

Every time he came over, Daohua couldn't accompany his son, it was strange that Daozi didn't bother him.

On the third day of March, after sending Yan Wenxiu away, Daohua pinched her son's little nose: "Why are you so clingy? You have your ancestors, grandmother, and Grandpa Chu to accompany you, aren't you enough?"

Daozi leaned against Daohua's arms: "I want my mother to accompany you!"

Daohua patted her son's buttocks: "Okay, the weather is warm now, mother will take you out to play in a few days."

Daozi's eyes lit up: "Where are you going?"

Daohua smiled and said, "Go to the Daoxiang Village that Mother built."

After arriving in Xiliang, Daohua enough to buy tens of thousands of acres of wasteland, after a year and a half of reclamation, now all can be planted.

Liangdu is located in a plain, and although the wasteland is barren, a huge part of the land is flat, which is easy to cultivate and manage.

Daoxiang Village is the name that Daohua took for this farm.

In mid-March, Daohua took her son and more than a dozen carriages full of grain to Daoxiang Village.

"Mother, a lot of sheep!"

"There are a lot of cows!"

Passing a pasture, Daozi saw the cows and sheep running inside, and shouted happily, his head stuck out of the car window, and Daohua couldn't pull it.

Daohua forcibly carried her son back to the carriage, closed the window, and said solemnly, "It is very dangerous for you to stick your head out while the carriage is running."

"Think about it, if the carriage bumps, will you fall out? Usually when you are at home, if you don't walk steadily, you will cry when you trip over the steps, not to mention the carriage is so high."

Daozi pouted: "I didn't cry."

Daohua: "Does it hurt when you fall?"

Rice pouted without speaking.

Daohua continued: "No matter how high the steps are, you will fall and hurt. This carriage is taller than you. Think for yourself, will it hurt if you fall?"

Rice felt that her mother was angry, and leaned against her mother's arms and did not speak.

Daohua looked at her son: "Will you stick your head out of the car window next time?"

Daozi lowered his head and twitched his fingers, hesitated for a while, and then said, "No." After speaking, he hugged Daohua, and dawdled for Daohua to hug.

Daohua took her son to her lap and sat down: "You are a little man, you have to talk about it, let's pull the hook."

Daozi stretched out her chubby little hand, hooked her little finger with Daohua, and then leaned in Daohua's arms for a while and then said tentatively, "Mother, want to drink water."

Daohua glanced at her son, smiled and raised the water cup to feed him.

Seeing her mother smiling, Daozi immediately became happy, and then became lively again.

This time, the little guy learned to be smart. Instead of leaning against the window, he sat in Daohua's arms and looked excitedly at the scenery outside the carriage.

"Mother, there are a lot of houses."

Daohua looked at it and knew that Daoxiang Village had arrived.

In the tens of thousands of acres of wasteland, in addition to the servants who sold themselves, many tenants were hired. In order to accommodate these people, Daohua asked people to build a lot of houses.

Among them, a large-scale shop for long-term and short-term workers was also built during the busy agricultural season.

Daohua walked down from the carriage with the rice in her arms, and said to the field in front of her, "Son, this is Daoxiang Village."

Daozi looked at Daohua: "Mother, are there chickens and ducks here?"

Yan Shouhou, who was waiting on the side, immediately smiled and replied: "Back to the princess and the little prince, there are chickens, ducks, and white geese in the village."

Daozi listened and looked at Daohua with bright eyes: "Mother, I want to play with chickens and ducks."

Daohua smiled and nodded: "Okay, let the nurse take you to play later."