Zhumen Hangui

Chapter 128 Daily life with the scumbag father 1
The next day, Su Yizhao, who always got up early, got up late for an unprecedented time.

"Oh! Hurry up, young master, the carriage is already waiting." The waiter looked at Su Yizhao who had finished his meal, and hurriedly urged.

"Then you have to wait for the cake in your mouth to be eaten? You don't need to be urged to eat!"

Yuerong looked at Su Yizhao who was still chewing, and was so distressed that she quickly handed over a bowl of tea.

"If you don't leave, you will be late!" The waiter picked up Su Yizhao's schoolbag after speaking, and walked out quickly, Su Yizhao followed closely behind.

"This morning, it's like marching to fight a war, the young master is too rushed!" Yueqiu stepped forward to clean up the dishes and couldn't help complaining.

"The master stayed with the young master until the time of Haishi yesterday. At this hour on weekdays, the young master has already gone to bed."

Yuerong was also a little dissatisfied, wouldn't Minger be able to learn the same?
"I'm afraid it's not that the master is bored, so let our young master accompany you to relieve boredom?" Yue Qiu snorted coldly.

Yue Rong immediately reprimanded when she heard the words, "Don't talk nonsense, how can we criticize the master behind his back?"

"You left it until Haishi yesterday?" the old man asked casually after finishing dressing.

"Yes!" Su Huai replied.

"Hmph! I'm afraid I can't help it alone. What has he been doing these days? Are he really studying?"

Su Huai hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of paper and handed it over.

The old man took it in doubt, and after a closer look, he was instantly furious.

"He writes this in the pavilion every day? All these years of reading books have been read into the stomach of a dog!" The old man threw the paper on the table fiercely and cursed.

Su Huai understood that he was so angry that he didn't choose what to say, after all, he didn't even read this poem.

Pointing at the piece of paper, the old man was trembling with anger, "Rongsu entered Shaohua at an early age, and looked at Chengfengyu showing his teeth? What are these? Is he going to write these at the end?"

Su Huai coughed lightly, not knowing how to answer.

The old man couldn't even recite the more exaggerated poems. How could he produce such a bastard?

"Where is Xiaoqi? It's so late in the school exam? A good son will be ruined by him. If he becomes a second-generation ancestor like him in the future, our Su family will not be defeated by them?"

The old man thought about it, pointed at Su Huai and said, "From now on, he is not allowed to call Xiaoqi to go to Wenyang Pavilion again. You send someone to watch over him carefully. If he doesn't read carefully, he won't have to eat and drink for him." , Dun Dun white flour steamed buns are pickles."

Su Huai is speechless, are you willing?Also dun white flour steamed buns and pickles!Silently took out another piece of paper from his arms and handed it over.

The old man pulled it out of Su Huai's hand angrily, and after a closer look, he found that it was a serious policy question.

The brushwork is a little immature, and has not yet formed a character.Looking at the defense again, Su Jinxun was shocked and surprised.

"This is not the handwriting of the fourth child." The old man said suspiciously.

"I found this next to the charcoal basin. Last night in the Wenyang Pavilion, only Fourth Master and Seventh Young Master wrote."

Su Huai's meaning was obvious, but Su Jinxun couldn't believe it.

Su Jinxun raised his eyebrows and asked, "You said this was written by Xiao Qi?"

Su Huai nodded, "About yes!"

"But I tested him before, and he has just started to study the Four Books and Five Classics. How could this question be possible?"

"Didn't Seventh Young Master stay in Wenyang Pavilion until Haishi last night before leaving? Maybe it was taught by Fourth Master himself?" Su Huai could only explain in this way.

Su Jinxun was speechless for a long time. Judging by his talent and learning, the answer to this policy question is undoubtedly immature.

It's not an eloquent article, but it's only more than 200 words, but there are some highlights in it.

It's just a nine-year-old kid, it's the first time he can write such an article, and the old man can't help but nod his head.

"Huh? No, didn't you mean that you only read "Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean"? The quoted sentence: The country will prosper, listen to the people. It is clearly a sentence in "Spring and Autumn·Zuo Zhuan."

After Su Jinxun was puzzled, he couldn't help laughing.

"This kid, he knew that he had a lot of thoughts early on, and he still kept it hidden."

Su Jinxun couldn't help but think of Su Yiliang, born of the same father, one with a delicate heart and one with a violent temper.

"It's no wonder that Xiao Liu suffers when we meet each other."

Su Yizhao's mind is as wide as a sieve, and he is smart and quick-witted, so he is sure to have a bright future.

"Cough! Since the fourth son wants to find a companion to study, let his son accompany him! I think he is very patient in teaching Xiao Qi. But you have to send me someone to keep an eye on it, so I can't let him teach it badly." Su's children."

Su Jinxun thought to himself, if the fourth child is really muddy and can't stick to the wall, then perhaps the fourth child's son can still look forward to it.

Su Huai was not surprised by the old man's capriciousness.

In the next few days, Su Yizhao became a frequent visitor to Wenyang Pavilion.

At the end of You hour, Su Wenqing asked someone to come over on time to ask Su Yizhao to come over.

Anyway, the reason is nothing more than school knowledge, but Su Yizhao felt that the progress of Daddy's teaching was faster than Master Qin's, so he also went happily.

It seems that this father is really talented, Su Yizhao apologized in his heart for underestimating him before.

Looking at the happy little back in front of him, Zhong Bo was so happy that his old face blossomed.

Since the Seventh Young Master went to Wenyang Pavilion, the master's eyesight and headaches don't hurt anymore, and he is still interested in picking up books.

If this continues, the Master will be admitted to Juren just around the corner!

Touching the hairpin on his head, the seventh young master refused to take it back, he was afraid that he would use up all the silver and moon silver that he had brought back to the manor.

Now that the fourth house is fined, isn't the young master even more out of money?It seems that I have to find a way to ask the master to make up for it.

Anyway, the master's money is also used to spend the day and night, why not give it to the seventh young master, this is called making the best use of everything!
"Hmm! This word has improved a lot. You couldn't practice calligraphy before because no one taught you. Although Master Qin tried his best to teach you, but now he is just a scholar with limited knowledge."

You said this, as if you have already won Juren, Su Yizhao just wanted to haha.

"Master Qin is quite talented, and he is serious about teaching his son!" Su Yizhao muttered.

"But my father's handwriting is really good!"

Su Yizhao looked at Su Wenqing's handwriting, and had to say that this father's personality was not very good, but the handwriting was written with iron and silver hooks, piercing through the back of the paper, with a strong character.

In fact, her handwriting is also improving very quickly. Mr. Qin praised her a lot, but compared to Su Wenqing's, it is naturally far behind!

Su Wenqing was a little complacent when she heard the words, "That's right! When I was a child, your grandfather was very strict with me, and he was always punished. How can I teach you with gentle words and persuasion?"

"In my humble opinion! The word "Seventh Young Master" is progressing slowly. It must be due to a lack of brush and ink. Look, his writing brush is about to fork!"

The two immediately shifted their eyes to the writing brush in their hands. Su Yizhao was afraid that others would see that she had money, so she didn't dare to change it yet.What's more, it's easy to use, and I've been using it all the time.

Su Wenqing immediately frowned, "I've seen other grandchildren in our house write excellent pens and inks, why are yours so ordinary?"

(End of this chapter)