Six-Year-Old Baojiao Is Busy in Building a Kingdom

Chapter 183: Sent by Master

He bowed, closed his eyes and glanced at her. The next instant he cried out in fear, took two steps back and stuttered, "Brother, something is moving here, could it be a monster?"

Qiu Sheng leaned over to look at it, and the patterns within it kept changing. He explained with a smile: "This thing is called a kaleidoscope, and there is a pattern in it. Put it in the sun, and the pattern inside it will spin, which is very strange."

This is a birthday present from Brother Baokang.

There were still four days before his birthday, but that day was the last day of the exam. Brother Baokang said that there was no time to give gifts on that day, so he gave them first.

Just now Xiao Li asked for a gift to him. He only had a storybook in his bag, so he was afraid that his sister would not like him, so he showed this rare object first.

Xiao Li was frightened, and shook his head resolutely not to look at him.

Erya and Jiaojiao heard the gesture, came over and looked curiously at the kaleidoscope in the brother's hand.

"Sister, is this the kaleidoscope?" Erya looked at him brightly. He had heard from his uncle that the inside of the kaleidoscope was very magical. Could this?

Qiu Sheng nodded and said, "Alright, this is a kaleidoscope."

"Then I want to see!"

Erya couldn't wait to come and take it. Upon seeing what was inside, his eyes widened and he exclaimed in disbelief: "It's amazing, it's completely changed as Uncle said."

Jiaojiao heard about it, and looked at it on her tiptoes, and found it very strange to see those patterns constantly changing.

Humans are amazing. How could there be so many patterns spinning around inside this small tube?

I was not afraid to see my older sister and younger sister, but to look at them happily.

Xiao Li, who was in the distance, walked excitedly, then grabbed onto the big brother's arm, and narrowed his eyes nervously to look at him.

Hey, there's a lot of moving patterns.

Everything is a fixed pattern, and nothing else. Although they could make a move, Xiao Li did not seem too interested.

Erya and Jiaojiao took him there to study.

Xiao Li pouted and pulled his elder brother over and asked, "Is this the reward?"

Qiu Sheng shook his head and smiled, and said, "Your gift is something else. This kaleidoscope is a birthday gift from my older brother's classmate. It can be enjoyed by everyone, but it cannot be given at will. It doesn't respect others."

Xiao Li's eyes sparkled when he heard this, and he said with a smile, "That's good, then hurry up and look at my gift."

Qiu Sheng never thought that he would underestimate the kaleidoscope, so he shook his head and smiled, took out the storybook, and introduced it: "It's a storybook, easy to understand, so it's a storybook, and it's pretty interesting."

The book is full of text, with only a few pictures, but the advantage of this storybook is that it is written in spoken language, which is easy to understand.

Xiao Li had just learned to read, and reading this kind of storybook would develop faster than reading ancient prose. The story is tacit, and many words and sentences are well-coordinated everyday words, not as sharp as ancient prose.

Xiao Li had been reading those stories in the brother's room day and night, too convoluted, and just wanted to see if there were any other books, either, and it just so happened that there was a story book sent by the older brother.

"Thank you, sister, I really like this gift."

Xiao Li happily picked up the storybook, opened it and flipped through it, without seeing those awkward sentences, he was immediately overjoyed.

"I'll read it before I go to sleep tonight."

Qiu Sheng heard her, pulled his younger brother and asked, "Xiao Li, how did you get to know so many characters so quickly?"

Xiao Li scratched his head and said, "My sister who gave me an ancient book of poetry. I learned to memorize it, and then I learned to read it. Slowly, I'll be able to read it."

Qiu Sheng was surprised to hear that there was such a method of literacy, so he joked with a smile: "Can you let an older brother read an ancient poem to see what kind of baby is so powerful."

Hearing this, Xiao Li hurriedly ran out towards the door, and after a while, entered with a thick book of poetry in his hand.

"Sister, here it is."

Qiu Sheng smiled and opened it casually, and was a little surprised when he saw the words on it.

The font was not written with a brush, but rather like it was carved on it. At first glance it looks neat and neat.

And there are pictures and text. Under each poem, there is a simple landscape picture and a portrait drawn with several lines, which is very interesting.

No wonder Xiao Li was willing to learn to read by watching. He was fascinated by the poems. He had a fine writing style, and the poems had never been heard before.

Could this be a personal letter?

Qiu Sheng hurriedly picked it up to ask Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao scratched his head and could not explain the space, so he pushed it to Master again, and said in a candle-like voice, "Well, this book is from Master."

Erya heard about Master, glanced at the thick book, and muttered, "Why did your teacher give you everything?"

Qiusheng was even more confused, and asked gently: "Jiaojiao, who are you worshipping as your teacher?"

Before Jiaojiao could speak, Erya said, "It was a monk with hair on Qing'an Temple Mountain, Jiaojiao called him Master."

Qiusheng looked at Jiaojiao, he blinked his eyes, nodded his head and said, "Alright, Master is a good person."

Qiu Sheng classified this book as the master's handbook, and read it again. The words are relatively single and large, which is easier to remember than the words in a dense booklet.

It was suitable for Xiao Li, and in every poem, there were relatively few words repeated, and there were at least a hundred words in a poem. If you can memorize the words of two or three poems, then reading folklore is really not a problem.

No wonder Xiao Li had grown so much.

Seeing that the elder brother seemed to like the book, Jiaojiao tilted his head and thought for a moment and said, "Sister, the teacher gave me a lot of books, but I can't read them, so I put some in your room, under a pillow at the head of your bed. ."

Qiu Sheng was surprised when he heard that, then he got up and went to the bedside. After opening the pillow, he found several books that were wide and thick.

Ruling the country, thirty-six strategies, Taoism, Confucianism.

After reading the title of the book, Qiu Sheng guessed that it was also the teacher's personal handwriting, as he had never heard of these books before, either, and his record was exactly the same as Xiao Li's ancient poem. The square font is very clear, and the overall look is simple and comfortable.

Jiaojiao could not see the expression on his elder brother's face, and he did not know if these books were to his taste, so he hurriedly said, "Brother, my brother, if you don't like these books, I'll borrow them from Master."

After all, the older brother had no idea that his master had left, so he had simply replaced the book with the one in the room.

Qiu Sheng simply flipped through it, and said with a smile, "There's no need to be Jiaojiao, my eldest brother is very fond of these books. The four books have different categories. After reading it, I will definitely benefit a lot and learn more useful knowledge."

The exam was getting closer, and no one knew what questions the examiners would ask. I heard from teachers that there were many types of things in the past, so I asked them to read different types from time to time.

He copied books for others and collected many story books, but he barely read the four books in front of him. This was a personal letter, and Qiu Sheng was still very interested.