325: Chapter 314: The Opponent is an Adult (Seeking Monthly Pass) 325: Chapter 314: The Opponent is an Adult (Seeking Monthly Pass) Children have very good mories, but sotis they are quite poor.
Bai Shanbao, the astute child, was like this.
He rembered the fights he got into at Longzhou, the tis he stood up to his teacher, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten the humiliation he suffered.
However, he had forgotten what most of those people looked like; at least, he couldn’t recall their faces now.
Even so, when his grandmother said they were returning to show off—no, to let the elders see how he had grown into soone to be proud of—his first thought was of those who had once bullied him.
Bai Shanbao imdiately lost his aversion and, tugging Manbao back to the study, proudly told her how he would retaliate against those people when he got back to Longzhou.
But Manbao was sowhat worried, “You’re just one person; you definitely can’t win a fight.”
“I won’t fight them; I’m going to outdo them with knowledge.”
“But what if they just don’t want to compete in knowledge and insist on fighting you?”
Bai Shanbao fell silent, pondering this possibility, and then felt it was very likely.
Had it been over two years ago, he would certainly not have been afraid.
Not only would he not have been afraid, but he would have clenched his fists and faced the difficulties head-on.
However, life in Qili Village for nearly three years taught Bai Shanbao that if a fight was guaranteed to be a loss, facing it head-on was not bravery but foolishness.
He looked down at Manbao and suggested, “How about you bring your nieces and nephews with to Longzhou?
When the ti cos, we can fight together.
Datou is the best at fighting; we’re sure to win.”
After so serious consideration, Manbao shook her head, “My parents would never allow it.”
Bai Shanbao’s shoulders slumped, “Then what do you suggest?”
“How about you ask Daji to teach you martial arts on the spot?”
Bai Shanbao felt his legs tremble and hesitated without agreeing.
Manbao subconsciously rubbed her own plump legs.
Ever since Daji showed off his fighting skills on the rooftop, both Bai Shanbao and Manbao had been very interested in his martial arts, both expressing a strong desire to learn.
Then they squatted in horse stance for three days.
In the end, Manbao sneaked ho with trembling legs and managed to make Daji forget about it by avoiding the Bai Family for three consecutive days.
Bai Shanbao was more pitiful; he had squatted in horse stance for five days and then tearfully declared he would learn no more, narrowly escaping disaster.
Thinking of the difficulty of learning martial arts, both children drooped their heads; Bai Shanbao did not believe that grabbing onto Daji’s leg at the last minute would be useful.
Manbao then sighed, “Then you’ll just have to deal with their fathers, and not play with them.”
Bai Shanbao blinked at her, “You an, interact with them like I do with Uncle Bai?”
Manbao nodded, jumped down from the chair, went to the desk, brought books over and placed them in front of him, saying seriously, “We’d better focus on studying.
Read a little more, and if they co looking for trouble, don’t play with them.
Just read your book and wait for their fathers to show up.
Then you only talk to their fathers.
Whether it’s discussing scholarship or testing each other’s knowledge, as long as you perform better than them, their fathers will take your side and punish them.”
Bai Shanbao felt as if he had found a broad and smooth road, nodding vigorously, “Right, just like Uncle Bai does with Bai Eryi.”
In an instant, Bai Shanbao’s mind flashed with seven or eight “sches,” and the two kids looked at each other and chuckled slyly.
Manbao, too, was ambitious, rolling up her sleeves, “Co on, I’ll study with you.
We’ll discuss anything you don’t understand together, and if we still don’t get it, we’ll ask the teacher.”
“All right!”
“By the way, when do you leave?”
“In about five days,” Bai Shanbao said, “It takes ti to pack.”
So, they could probably arrive in Longzhou five days before the Mid-Autumn Festival; by the ti they had visited friends and relatives, it would be Mid-Autumn.
After the festival, it would be ti to head ho, so there wasn’t much slack in their schedule.
But Bai Shanbao didn’t want to waste the travel ti, so he needed to choose books to read on the way.
Books like The Great Learning, which were only suitable for reading in class or when settling down, were obviously not appropriate to take on the road, so Manbao and he chose so travel journals, poems, and geographical descriptions with stories to them.
But there were so few books in that era, and although Manbao and he were still young, they had read most of the books of that genre in the study.
They couldn’t even find bedti story books there anymore.
Manbao, then, searched her own bookshelf and finally contributed two storybooks that were more appropriate for the tis.
The storybooks were directly printed from the encyclopedia by Keke, of course, after Manbao had paid for them with points.
Since it was paid for first and then downloaded and printed, the text conford to the standards of that era, even the binding was in line with the characteristics of this world.
Bai Shanbao was not looking at Manbao’s storybooks for the first ti, but borrowing them for two months was a first.
Holding the two thick volus, he felt quite excited.
Manbao repeatedly instructed, “Make sure to keep them safe, and don’t show them to others.”
Bai Shanbao assured her there was no problem, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep them safe, I won’t even tell grandmother.”
Grandmother certainly didn’t like him reading these vernacular storybooks.
The two children hid behind the bookshelves looking at each other and smiled, resembling two little foxes that had just stolen a taste.
Bai Shanbao stealthily slipped the books among the others he had selected, then stuffed them into his own chest.
Manbao kept reminding him from behind, “You must read more books, and it would be best if you could ask so profound questions that even the adults can’t answer, to make them even angrier.”
Bai Shanbao nodded again and again.
Although Daji was keeping his distance, the two children were not speaking softly, and he naturally heard everything.
In response, he only wore a blank expression.
What could he say?
What else could he say?
The Bai Family started to ask Mr.
Zhuang for leave.
Such a long leave, of course, had to be requested from Mr.
Zhuang in advance.
Mr.
Zhuang had no objections, then assigned Bai Shanbao a mountain of howork—to morize so many texts, write so many sheets of calligraphy, practice specific characters, and answer certain questions.
He even had to write essays on given topics, at least a few …
Mr.
Zhuang spent three days just assigning this howork.
When Bai Shanbao retrieved the assignnts from Mr.
Zhuang, his expression was wooden.
Manbao flipped through them and sighed, “It looks like I’ll have to do as much howork.
Without you here, I won’t have anyone to discuss with.”
Bai Shanbao agreed with a nod.
They were more efficient at doing howork together.
So, Manbao imdiately took notes on all these questions, “Since we know the howork in advance, let’s prepare ahead of ti.
That way, the howork can be done faster too.”
Bai Shanbao: …
Watching Manbao’s cheat-like copying of questions, Bai Shanbao could only prop his chin up and wait, “After I co back, we would be able to sell our ginger, right?”
Manbao calculated the ti and nodded, “Just about, just about.
It occasionally rains these days.
My dad said once the weather settles, we’ll start the autumn harvest.”
“Didn’t we just finish the sumr harvest?”
“Yes, after the sumr harvest cos the autumn harvest,” Manbao said matter-of-factly: “We need to finish harvesting the rice before the Mid-Autumn Festival, otherwise the rain could ruin it.”
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