Some time ago, my aunt chatted with her mother, and when it came to educating her children, she talked about her grandfather's mistakes when she was a child, which was a typical lack of teaching.
My mother said that I remember that I was just over ten years old at that time, and there was something in the team that everyone needed to do (at that time, it was a collective economy, with the production team as the unit, and my grandfather was the captain), and there were more than a dozen people who came to help, and there happened to be someone who had something to go for a while. At this time, my grandfather gave my mother money to buy some good cigarettes for people (the eldest in my mother's family), so my mother bought one less box, spent the extra money, and came back and divided the cigarettes by the way (ready to hide from the world). When it was time for dinner, Grandpa found that there was a person who didn't smoke, and the sixth sense told Grandpa what was actually happening, so he took out his own cigarette and gave it to the man who didn't smoke, and said some kind words, which were sent by mistake at the time, and he took two boxes himself. The mother saw all this in her eyes and remembered it in her heart. I was worried that my grandfather would go back to teach me a lesson, but my grandfather never mentioned it to my mother. But my mother remembered it in her heart, and she still remembers it vividly after she was half a hundred years old. The most important thing is that since then, my mother no longer dares to lie or do self-righteous things, and in the process of growing up, she has also formed a correct way of being a person and doing things, and has also passed on a correct sense of value to us.
I listened to my mother's story, and I felt that my grandfather was amazing! Grandpa's approach is a successful case of not being taught, but his lack of words, reprimands, and education has played the best role.