The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 1143 - 966, Daoxiang Village

After entering the first lunar month, most parts of Xiliang had stopped snowing, and even if there were a few places that continued to receive snowfall, it was not heavy. By the time of the Lantern Festival, it had all ceased, which relieved everyone.

"The snow has stopped; this year’s spring farming should not be affected."

Xiao Yeyang was teaching his son to draw various small animals and plants, while speaking to Daohua who was sitting on the kang bed, busily writing something.

Daohua: "You just took over Xiliang less than two years ago. The internal issues within Xiliang have not been completely resolved. We really can’t afford any disasters at this time."

Xiao Yeyang: "You’re telling me."

After a while, Xiao Yeyang, seeing his son diligently drawing a house, walked over to Daohua’s side: "What are you working on all the time, I only ever see you writing and drawing these days?"

He said this as he picked up the booklet that Daohua was writing in.

Daohua took the opportunity to stretch her neck: "It’s all for your son. The little guy will be three years old this May. Your mother has been discussing with me about starting his education. This reminded me to organize the Pinyin I saw in the storybooks before."

Xiao Yeyang flipped through the Pinyin alphabet that Daohua had organized, and said with a frown: "How come you always come across such strange storybooks?"

Daohua shrugged: "How would I know?"

Xiao Yeyang looked doubtful: "Is this Pinyin reliable?"

Daohua: "Why wouldn’t it be reliable? Haven’t you seen that I’ve annotated the characters with Pinyin in the Three Character Classic? This is much easier than what the master taught us."

Xiao Yeyang thought for a moment: "I’m free right now, teach me first."

Daohua gave him a sidelong glance and huffed: "You’re worried I’ll teach your son incorrectly?"

Although she said this, Daohua still picked up the Pinyin chart and started teaching.

"a (ah), b (bo), c (ci), d (de)..."

At first, Xiao Yeyang was not accustomed to it, but gradually, he managed to read smoothly.

Daozi, who was happily drawing, saw his parents, one teaching and the other learning, and it looked like so much fun. He immediately dropped his watercolor brush and scampered over, dove into Daohua’s arms, indicating he wanted to join in the fun.

So, Daohua ended up teaching both the older and the younger ones together.

Of course, Daozi was just playing with his parents and not learning seriously, but Xiao Yeyang became more and more amazed as he learned.

As a person who received a formal education, he quickly realized the significance of this Pinyin alphabet.

In the following days, like his son, Xiao Yeyang’s thirst for knowledge was insatiable. After leaving the office, he would constantly pull Daohua aside to teach him Pinyin.

Seeing this, Daozi naturally wanted to join in on the excitement.

Daohua took the opportunity to start teaching her son to recite the Three Character Classic. Xiao Yeyang learned Pinyin very quickly and in less than half a month, could annotate characters with Pinyin himself.

Daohua, however, did not pay much attention to this; her focus was on Daozi.

She found that her son had a great memory; after teaching him a few times, he could remember it, which made her incredibly happy.

Xiao Yeyang, seeing Daohua’s preferential treatment, shook his head helplessly and took the Pinyin chart to Yan Wenxiu.

"Take a look at this; your elder sister compiled this for Daozi’s education."

Yan Wenxiu, holding the Pinyin chart, was completely befuddled. What was this? He didn’t recognize it.

Seeing Yan Wenxiu’s reaction, Xiao Yeyang smiled and took on the role of a master, teaching Yan Wenxiu the Pinyin alphabet a few times.

Yan Wenxiu, a legitimate scholar who had passed the imperial examinations, had strong learning and memorizing abilities. Just like Xiao Yeyang, the more he learned, the more he understood the importance of the Pinyin alphabet.

"I heard from the Emperor Uncle before that he wanted to compile a dictionary, but unfortunately, he never found a suitable candidate and the plan was never realized. Now that your elder sister has come up with this Pinyin chart, I think it could be an opportunity."

"Take it back and study it; think about whether the Yan Family can seize this opportunity."

The Prince Residence is already noble enough, and as long as he governs Xiliang well, he need not worry about the Emperor Uncle mistreating him; he doesn’t need to take credit for the dictionary.

Daohua, a daughter of the Yan Family, had created something of value, and it was only right that the Yan Family should benefit from it.

In the following period, Yan Wenxiu almost visited the Prince Residence every day, not for anything else but to seek Daohua’s advice on Pinyin, which irritated Daozi.

Every time he came over, Daohua could not spend time with her son, so it was no wonder Daozi was annoyed.

On the third day of March, after sending off Yan Wenxiu, Daohua pinched her son’s little nose: "Why are you so clingy? With your great ancestors, grandmother, and Grandpa Chu to keep you company, isn’t that enough?"

Daozi snuggled into Daohua’s embrace: "I want Mommy to be with me!"

Daohua patted her son’s bottom: "Alright, the weather is getting warmer now. In a few days, Mommy will take you out to have fun."

Daozi’s eyes lit up: "Where to?"

Daohua smiled: "To Daoxiang Village that Mommy has built."

After arriving in Xiliang, Daohua bought tens of thousands of acres of wasteland. After a year and a half of reclamation, it was now all cultivatable.

Liangdu is located on the plains. Although the wasteland is barren, a vast majority of it is flat and easy to cultivate and manage.

Daoxiang Village is the name Daohua gave to this stretch of farmland.

In mid-March, Daohua took her son and more than ten carts loaded with grain seeds to Daoxiang Village.

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"Mommy, so many sheep!"

"And a lot of cows too!"

Passing by a pasture, Daozi saw the running cattle and sheep and excitedly shouted, his head sticking out the carriage window, and Daohua couldn’t pull him back.

Daohua forcibly carried her son back to the carriage and closed the window, speaking sternly: "It’s very dangerous to stick your head out when the carriage is moving."

"Think about it, what if the carriage jolts and you fall out? At home, when you trip over a step and aren’t walking steadily, you cry your eyes out, let alone how high this carriage is."

Daozi pouted: "I didn’t cry."

Daohua: "Did it hurt when you fell?"

Daozi pouted and did not speak.

Daohua continued: "The steps are only so high, and you get hurt when you fall. The carriage is taller than you, so think about it, would it hurt if you fall out?"

Daozi felt that his mother was angry and leaned silently in her embrace.

Daohua looked at her son: "Would you stick your head out the window again next time?"

Daozi bowed his head and fiddled with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, then said: "No more." After saying this, he hugged Daohua, seeking comfort in her embrace.

Daohua picked her son up and sat him on her lap: "You’re a little man, and your word must be your bond. Let’s make a pinkie promise."

Daozi stretched out his chubby little hand and linked pinkies with Daohua, then leaned quietly in her embrace for a while before tentatively saying: "Mommy, I’m thirsty."

Daohua glanced at her son and smiled as she picked up a cup of water to feed him.

Seeing his mother smile, Daozi instantly cheered up and became lively again.

This time, the little guy learned his lesson and didn’t sit near the carriage window. Instead, he sat excitedly in Daohua’s lap looking at the scenery outside the carriage.

"Mommy, so many houses."

Daohua looked and knew they had arrived at Daoxiang Village.

Tens of thousands of acres of land, besides the indentured servants, she also employed many tenant farmers. To accommodate these people, Daohua had many houses built.

There were also large communal sleeping quarters built for the long-term workers and short-term workers during the busy farming season.

Daohua carried Daozi down from the carriage and pointed to the fields in front of them: "Son, this is Daoxiang Village."

Daozi looked at Daohua: "Mommy, are there chicks and ducklings here?"

Standing by, Yan Shouhou immediately replied with a smile: "Response to the Princess Consort and Little Prince, the estate raises chicks, ducklings, and also white geese."

Hearing this, Daozi’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Daohua: "Mommy, I want to play with the chicks and ducklings."

Daohua nodded with a smile: "Okay, later Nanny will take you to play."

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