Chapter 915 – Two Years of Hibernation, The Trends of the World (6)
Mr. Yuanjing, a big shot in the education field, how could he not see the vast potential lurking behind this Great Summer Rhyme Book?
It was like a monstrous beast, uncertain whether it would propel the entire civilization forward or devour everyone present!
“You, you—Lan Ting, can you tell us how to pronounce these rhymes?”
Mr. Yuanjing already had a plan in mind, but he still couldn’t believe it until he heard Jiang Pengji pronounce it herself.
After all, just a few characters couldn’t say much; he needed more solid evidence.
Clearly, the Great Summer Rhyme Book that Jiang Pengji presented was far simpler than the original phonetic sounds or fanqie, so simple it was startling. If such a few sounds could spell out all the character pronunciations, wouldn’t that mean everyone in the world could learn to read?
Just the thought of that scene made Mr. Yuanjing’s long-dormant chest warmth rise and his blood boil.
Jiang Pengji was not trying to play hard to get; instead, she generously shared everything, teaching for two full hours.
It wasn’t that Mr. Yuanjing and the others couldn’t learn; they were actively connecting the dots, transforming the session into a whole new seminar.
By the time they learned all of Jiang Pengji’s phonetic methods, they had concocted a brand-new enlightenment plan.
With more convenient and efficient phonetic annotations, of course, they would abandon the cumbersome Great Summer Rhyme Book.
“These bizarre symbols look strange, yet they are super easy to learn,” Feng Ren chuckled, “If only I could have been born a few decades later! Back then, I had to slog through and memorize the Great Summer Rhyme Book day and night—what a hardship.”
Jiang Pengji chimed in, “That won’t do! If you were born a few decades later, who would I have to rely on as my right-hand man? It’s not too late now; in two years, Changsheng will start her schooling. Whatever you missed out on, Changsheng will experience for you.”
Feng Ren burst into laughter, amused by Jiang Pengji’s witty and considerate remarks.
He thought of his chubby granddaughter, and his heart softened as he said, “That girl Changsheng looks lively and active. With this new phonetic method, learning will be a breeze. Otherwise, she would probably get impatient and quit studying. As a noble girl of the Feng family, if she can’t recognize a single character, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Liu Xi’s initiative has truly been a great help!”
Mr. Yuanjing pondered and suddenly asked, “Is Liu Xi planning to promote this phonetic method beyond the Golden Scales Academy? Or is this just a trial run?”
He could easily imagine how many common people would be able to “read” if this phonetic notation could really spread.
If this trend continued for three to five generations, what kind of situation would arise then?
Breaking the aristocratic monopoly wouldn’t just be a fantasy anymore.
That would be incredible!
“The effort put into developing phonetic notation is primarily for those children who struggle with enlightenment. To others, it might be a rare treasure; to me, it may not hold the same value; I won’t treasure it overly,” Jiang Pengji smiled, “Currently, I intend to trial it at the Golden Scales Academy for a while. During this time, I’d appreciate it if a few gentlemen could help refine it completely. After six months, once the children’s foundations are solid, I plan to open the doors of the Golden Scales Pavilion and allow students to borrow more basic textbooks.”
Cheng Cheng was surprised, “But the Golden Scales Pavilion…”
Most of those eligible to enter the Golden Scales Pavilion were adult men—what was a bunch of kids doing in there?
As he spoke, he suddenly understood, and his concerns shifted to joy.
A bunch of kids sneaking in would naturally pique the curiosity of those adult scholars.
When the kids show off their skills, they’d definitely be impressive!
The lord is using these scholars’ mouths to earn some free publicity for the Golden Scales Academy.
As long as outsiders see the results in these kids, promoting the phonetic notation later on will be much smoother.
Jiang Pengji smiled and remained silent.
Mr. Yuanjing inquired, “Have you thought of a name for it, Lan Ting?”
Jiang Pengji cast a questioning look at him, what name?
“This phonetic method is yours, so you should name it.”
This was a chance to go down in history!
So many would be envious, green with jealousy.
Jiang Pengji felt stumped; she wasn’t good at naming things, yet some insisted that she did.
“How about we just call it the New Rhyme?”
Mr. Yuanjing glanced sideways, silently asking her—do we really not add a surname or prefix to this New Rhyme?
This was a great opportunity to leave a legacy, not just some street-level cabbage.
Miss this bus, and there won’t be another store.
Jiang Pengji pondered, noticing messages on the live stream, and then changed her mind.
“Let’s just call it the New Chinese Rhyme.”
Mr. Yuanjing nodded, “Excellent.”
With Mr. Yuanjing and the others around, Jiang Pengji felt reassured about the affairs of the Golden Scales Academy.
With their spirits high, their eyes gleamed with thoughts of how to showcase their skills; Jiang Pengji seized the opportunity to slip away.
Oh my: Host, are you really just going to take off? Those little princesses of yours didn’t turn against you?
Funny Tree Under You and Me: The little princesses aren’t even in the same league as the host; their fighting power is on a different level.
Givenchy Little Lambskin: Where is the host going?
Jiang Pengji had the maidservant bring over some clean water to wash her face, neck, and arms.
Host v: Going to check on Hui Jun and her little treasures.
When Jiang Pengji saw Hui Jun, she was sitting in the corridor reading, with an infant stroller beside her.
“Hui Jun.”
The latter looked up at the sound, her serene eyes lighting up.
“Young Master, you’re back?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Back to handle official business. I heard others say a woman should take care of herself after giving birth; why are you outside?”
“The baby is already three or four months old; I’ve recovered well, so there are no more taboos,” Hui Jun smiled gently, pushing the stroller indoors. Two plump, lovely babies were sound asleep, completely unfazed by the commotion. She said, “The courtyard is sunny; don’t just stand outside soaking in the rays.”
“Which one is the girl?”
As she asked, Jiang Pengji lifted the diapers of the two little ones.
Both children were exquisitely beautiful, with chubby cheeks, fair skin tinged with pink.
In comparison, the girl was slightly smaller than the boy and had more delicate and refined features.
“This one is the girl. When she was born, she was as tiny as a kitten, with the softest cries; I almost thought she wouldn’t survive.”
Jiang Pengji tried to pinch the girl’s cheek, and the little girl tilted her head slightly, opening her mouth to blow a bubble.
The audience in the live stream was already charmed by the two babies, transforming into doting uncles and aunties, howling with excitement.
“Have you picked names yet?”
“Not yet; waiting for the Young Master to name them,” Hui Jun replied, smiling.
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