Yu Tingwan glanced at Wei Zhao, trying to understand Mr. Zhao’s subtlety, uncertainly asking, "Crazy?"
Wei Zhao: ??
Then he received a deadly stare from the young lady.
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow.
"That’s right."
Wei Zhao lowered his head, playing with a strand of long hair in his palm.
It belonged to the young lady.
He wrapped it around his finger again and again.
He sighed, "I’m scared."
Wei Zhao: "Besides being afraid of the big officials in Shangjing, I’m also afraid of seeing blood."
He spoke in a sulky tone.
"Such scenes are bloody and terrifying."
Yu Tingwan: ...
If you want to cooperate, fine.
But isn’t this a bit too much?
The noise from here didn’t affect Zhao Yu in the distance at all.
Mr. Zhao also noticed him.
Not sure what he was writing.
As was the habit of a teacher, he couldn’t help but walk over to take a look.
Just a glance, and he lost interest.
It was rely basic introductory content.
But in the next mont, he glanced at a stack of paper placed at the corner of the stone table.
Compared to the brush, the paper was much more precious!
To use it to write this was truly a waste!
Mr. Zhao calmly took it into his hands, gently stroking it with care.
He was just about to put it down when he paused. Driven by curiosity, he walked behind Zhao Yu to watch him write sheet after sheet.
There wasn’t a single misspelled word.
The content wasn’t wrong either.
Seeing Zhao Yu seriously copying, Mr. Zhao’s heart trembled.
It reminded him of what he had previously said to Wei Shen.
— "Brother Wei, the provincial exams will be in a few months, and the students are preparing for them. Whatever the outco, it’s just a matter of doing one’s best and leaving the rest to fate."
— "Very few manage to beco scholars, and we haven’t had a successful candidate for years here."
— "Do you think it’s because I didn’t teach well? Or is it because the conditions here are poor, the books are limited, and the students haven’t traveled far enough to gain knowledge, resulting in repeated failures?"
Wei Shen rarely replied.
— "The essays you wrote don’t work for , but they’re more than enough to teach those students."
— "Every ti during the imperial exams, indeed, students from affluent areas are more likely to succeed. But there are also those from humble backgrounds. Isn’t Yang Weiweng, who steadily progressed to beco a top scholar, an example?"
At the ti, Mr. Zhao didn’t understand the aning.
But now, he suddenly saw the light.
Wei Shen’s four words, steady progress, were the key!
He hadn’t noticed it before.
He thought that students worked hard, and if they didn’t understand sothing, they would ponder over it until they figured it out. How was that not steady progress?
But now, it was as if he’d been hit over the head.
Mr. Zhao couldn’t help but reflect.
If the local students saw these Three Character Classic children’s beginner materials, they’d probably look down on Zhao Yu.
After all, they learned it long ago.
And had set it aside, never revisiting it.
If they were asked to write it from mory.
It might seem simple, but could anyone write it from start to finish without missing a word?
The students may have moved on, but have forgotten the path they stumbled over during their early learning days.
Zhao Yu was so focused on writing that he didn’t realize soone was standing behind him.
He wrote for as long as that person watched.
The book had too much content.
He couldn’t finish writing it in a short ti.
The prepared paper was already used up by Zhao Yu.
He had just put down the brush and massaged his sore wrist.
"Cousin, do you want to check it first?"
An unfamiliar voice sounded from behind.
"No need to give it to him."
Mr. Zhao: "Your cousin asked you to write it for to see."
Zhao Yu, always timid, was startled, suddenly standing up.
Mr. Zhao: "What books have you read?"
Zhao Yu didn’t know his identity, but he was always well-mannered, honestly bowing and repeating what he had previously discussed with Wei Zhao.
Mr. Zhao: ??
What the heck?
He gave Zhao Yu a once-over, deep in thought.
"Co with next door, and I’ll test you."
Zhao Yu, seeing it was an unfamiliar face, looked at Wei Zhao in the distance, unsure what to do.
Seeing this, Mr. Zhao snapped, "Am I going to eat you!"
Zhao Yu remained still.
Wei Zhao: "You should go."
Zhao Yu listened to him, "Mm!"
Yu Tingwan: ...
Once he left, Wei Zhao’s gaze fell on Nannan, sitting in the courtyard, having snacks and swinging her legs.
The young girl chirped with a clear and precise tone.
"At the very beginning!"
Nannan: "Beginning."
The young girl: "Human nature is good!"
Nannan: "Good."
She wouldn’t read more than one word.
The young girl: "Caiying, Caiying."
Nannan raised her head high, placing her hands on her hips, speaking in a babyish voice, "I’m devoted to you!"
Wei Zhao’s eyelid twitched.
Wei Zhao looked at Yu Tingwan: "Did you see that?"
Yu Tingwan saw it.
And wasn’t surprised.
"What she shouldn’t learn, she learns foolishly. She’s even picked up on the young girl’s curses."
The young lady was quite vexed, "This morning Aunt Zhao went to the market, and the nicely picked fruits were switched by a deceitful vendor. Aunt Zhao didn’t notice it at first."
Nannan had noticed it with her sharp eyes.
But she had too few words to express herself.
In a rush, she stamred and couldn’t explain clearly.
"When she got back, Aunt Zhao told , Nannan pointed her little finger at the vendor, turned red in the face, and finally blurted out..."
Yu Tingwan pursed her lips, "You scoundrel."
Wei Zhao: ...
Yu Tingwan: "I was initially guilty since the young girl was the one who misled the child."
"But Aunt Zhao was particularly delighted, saying Nannan wasn’t talkative before; the young girl’s arrival made her more cheerful."
"She also said Nannan wasn’t wrong, a girl shouldn’t be too soft, or she’ll suffer when she goes to her husband’s family. I find sense in that."
Nannan didn’t just call everyone a scoundrel.
Wei Zhao slowly retracted his gaze.
"If our son were like that."
"Without rules, there’s no order, a good scolding would set him straight."
Yu Tingwan, still a maiden: ...
There he goes again...
But Wei Zhao spoke with a calm deanor and a gentle tone.
There was no hint of mockery.
As if he really was planning their future together.
This future that Yu Tingwan wasn’t even sure about.
And discussing their future child’s education.
Yu Tingwan pressed her lips together.
Her emotions were complex and hard to discern.
She asked very softly, "What if it’s a daughter?"
"If it’s a daughter..."
Wei Zhao’s expression softened.
A daughter as delicate and charming as Yu Tingwan.
"Never mind."
Wei Zhao: "It’s not a big deal anyway."
Yu Tingwan: ??
What does that an! So the son deserves it?
Wei Zhao: "We should tell the young girl to keep quiet more."
Yu Tingwan: ...
"Will it listen to you?"
The young girl never learned from its beatings!
Wei Zhao: "Eat roasted pigeon a few tis in front of it. For a month after that, it will hide as soon as it sees you."
Yu Tingwan: ...
Wei Zhao: "Fu ng may have a bad temper, but you don’t need to worry. With around, it can keep the child company."
Teaching one is teaching, teaching two is also teaching.
"It knows how to write ten characters."
Wei Zhao: "Still not enough."
Saying this, he casually looked at Yu Tingwan.
"If you want to learn, then..."
Yu Tingwan: "No!"
She was incredulous.
"You’re targeting too?"
Did she look like soone who loved reading!
She wasn’t ambitious either.
Wei Zhao chuckled softly, "But I’ve never tried teaching a son at the front and a wife at the bedside."
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