Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng listened to his nonsense. This weird old man took away the second aunt's class as soon as he came. My mother would definitely not pay attention to him.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Xu Wan said: "Okay, I'll go tell Master etiquette to rest for a month. Sir, you should also pay more attention to your health. If you are tired, let other masters take care of you first."

Zong Jincheng: "???"

Mom, you spoil him too much!

Su Xi snorted and said, "Why are you tired? They're just a few brats. I can handle them with one hand."

The little devil rolled his eyes at him.

Strange old man, if you weren't famous, who would let you go!

This glance was caught by Su Xi again, and he immediately complained to Xu Wan: "Look, I said he doesn't need to take etiquette classes. Look, how many people in the world dare to roll their eyes at sir?"

Xu Wan smiled awkwardly, turned to the little devil and said, "Why don't you apologize to me sir?"

Zong Jincheng said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, sir."

Su Xi seemed to have seen a ghost and asked, "Who is she? You are so obedient."

The little devil said with a dark face: "My mother!"

You don’t even understand this yet, yet you’re torturing us as soon as you come here!

Su Xi looked around Xu Wan and Zong Jincheng, and sighed: "The women in the capital are really well-raised, and they don't look old at all."

Xu Wan: "..." Okay, just keep misunderstanding.

The little devil is happy.

Su Xi felt that she was his biological mother, and she must have felt that they were like mother and son. Well, this weird old man had some discernment. Zong Jincheng was comforted, and he started to create again with a dull head.

After finishing the ninth homework and finally barely passing the grade, the little devil ran away as soon as Sayazi was ordered to do it. He was tortured by the old man so much that he almost starved to death and just wanted to eat and drink quickly.

Su Xi didn't want to eat those big fish and meat, so Xu Wan asked someone to bring the newly made sesame cakes to the study room. It was already dark now, and Su Xi was already hungry. She grabbed the sesame cakes and stuffed them into her mouth: "Sure enough, it's still the same as before. The cooked sesame cakes are the most delicious, and the few pieces of dry food I brought will make your teeth fall out.”

In the quiet big study, there were only Su Xi and Xu Wan Cuizhi. The old man was eating regardless of his appearance. Xu Wan asked Cuizhi to pour him tea, and then asked: "Sir, you have suffered all the way, what else do you like to eat besides sesame cakes?" , I’ll prepare everything for you in advance.”

Su Xi said while munching sesame cakes: "A simple meal is enough. I'm a rough man. I can't eat your good food and I'll get upset easily. Okay, let's go. It's almost midnight. It's hard for you, a woman, to accompany me here when I'm hungry." . It seems that it is not easy to be a mistress in the capital. My old lady is already asleep at this point."

Xu Wan took a piece of sesame seed cake from the tray and ate with him. Su Xi complained again: "It's hard to be a mistress, pitiful, pitiful."

For a rough guy like him who is used to a simple diet, every meal of sesame cakes feels luxurious. But for a daughter-in-law like Xu Wan, who is from a wealthy family, eating sesame cakes is probably like abuse. Although Su Xi curses heaven and earth, she has no regard for the secular world. But you understand so well.

Xu Wan smiled and said: "The sesame cakes are delicious, how can I be pitiful? I guess, sir, he also likes to drink a bowl of millet porridge in the morning, and a steamed bun with pickles. If it's the harvest season, he can also add salted duck eggs. ?”

Su Xi paused while chewing sesame seed cakes. He asked suspiciously: "Aren't you the mistress of the clan? I heard that this clan is as rich as the country. Have you ever suffered like this?"

Xu Wan shook her head and said with a smile: "If relatives and friends are all here and everyone gets along in harmony, what difference does it make about what you eat? They are all food to satisfy your hunger, no matter how high or low you are."

Su Xi laughed loudly and said: "I agree with what you said. In the past, those high-ranking officials always gave me money for houses and asked me to write poems for them. Humph, what is the difference between this and the women who sell themselves in brothels? The expensive clothes and food are not enough. They are all worldly things, and they are not as happy as the old man’s harvest from growing sweet potatoes.”

Xu Wan nodded and responded: "You are not disturbed by worldly things and are far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. So this is why you can write good poems, right?"

Su Xi hissed: "Oh, that's not true. The main reason is that we are far away. The person being scolded cannot travel thousands of miles to hit me."

Xu Wan: "..."

You are self-aware.

Su Xi finished chewing a sesame seed cake and drank two large bowls of sweet water, and then asked: "Tell me, which child do you and Luo Jingfeng want me to focus on teaching? Zong Jincheng? Or Zong Wenxiu?"

After an afternoon of grinding, he has memorized the names of these five people. The two brothers named Zong are from the Zong family, and the other three are from different surnames. But it's strange that there's no one named Luo, so why is Luo Jingfeng so anxious? It's none of his business?

Xu Wan replied honestly: "It's Zong Jincheng."

Su Xi snorted and said, "He is indeed that bastard. He is a thorn at first glance and has a very bad temper."

Xu Wan tried to make amends for the little devil: "Jincheng is much better than before. This child lacked guidance when he was a child, and he slowly corrected it when he got older. Luo Jingfeng, his adoptive father, also has high hopes for him, I hope he can achieve good results in Qiu Wei.”

Su Xi frowned and asked, "This kid looks like he's not yet twelve years old. Has he been selected as a scholar? Is he qualified to participate in Qiu Wei?"

Xu Wan quickly smiled and said: "Yes, Jincheng passed the boy's examination last year. Boy's boy is not subject to age restrictions and has the special qualification to participate in Qiuwei."

"Tongzilang?? Is it him??" Su Xi felt that she was hearing hallucinations, and the second sesame seed cake in her hand was no longer fragrant.

He remembered that the Tongzilang exam was open to the whole country to select child prodigies, with only 120 quotas each year, and only 360 in three years. Although it was difficult to pass the Autumn Examination, there were nearly 2,000 candidates each year, far more than the Tongzi exam of the lower level.

However, because it was so difficult to pass, many people didn’t know about this exam, and rarely heard people say that someone passed the Tongzilang exam.

But that kid… the rascal who just stubbornly argued with him, passed the Tongzilang exam last year?

Su Xi didn’t believe it at all: “Luo Jingfeng bought it for him, right?”

Xu Wan: “…” As expected of a master, he scolded both uncle and nephew with one sentence.

She smiled and shook her head to explain: "Luo Jingfeng only recognized Jincheng as his adopted son a few months ago, and they were not familiar with each other before."

Xu Wan wiped her hands with a handkerchief, went to the bookshelf to find Zong Jincheng's test paper, and handed it to him, saying: "Mr. Su, you can take a look. This is Jincheng's monthly test paper."

Su Xi was not as particular as Xu Wan. He just grabbed Shaobing's hand and smeared several lines on Zong Jincheng's test paper. Xu Wan quickly turned her eyes away to avoid being unable to bear and wanting to say a few words to him.

Su Xi first read the policy paper, which happened to be about the Yellow River flood control. From blocking to dredging, each item was analyzed for pros and cons. In the end, the combination of the two was logically rigorous, and it didn't look like it was written by a child at all.

He turned to the next test paper. He could recite the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, and his translations and explanations were so standard that they looked like they were taken from a book. Su Xi took the two test papers and looked at them and said, "The handwriting is indeed his, but he recited the Four Books and Five Classics very well, so why didn't he use any of them in writing poetry?"

Puzzled, he picked up the last test paper. It was the poetry and prose that Jin Cheng had written earlier, and the analysis of the translations. It was still perfect in every item, but when it came to the last part of writing poetry, it was like a dogtail grass suddenly inserted into an expensive and exquisite priceless vase, showing off to others with its ugliness without knowing it: Look, this flower is the most beautiful in the world!

Su Xi's breath was stuck in his throat, and he almost couldn't breathe. He held it in for a long time, his face flushed. Finally, he slapped the test paper on the table and said, "He has the nerve to brag about this rotten poem. The birds I raise at home can sing better than him!"