After Li Zhao left, Song Qingyue finally found time to give some private tutoring to Mo Zhu, who was about to collapse.

Xiao Mozhu is really a good youngster, and his talent in mathematics is slightly higher than that of Mo Yun and Mo Xiang.

In other words, Mo Zhu is more determined to learn mathematics well than any other sister in the courtyard. Although Mo Yun and Mo Xiang are smart enough and have a solid foundation, they spend most of their time running a bank now. Every day

She could still find time to study and enrich herself. This kind of perseverance and hard work was enough for Song Qingyue to give them a thumbs up.

As soon as Li Zhao left, Song Qingyue felt that her home suddenly became deserted.

She held her head and read his "Equations, Functions and Linear Programming" again, thinking in her mind, should the next book be about geometry, calculus, or statistics?

In terms of practicality, these three are currently very practical mathematical tools.

Geometry can be used for land surveying, construction, etc. Structural mechanics requires a lot of calculus calculations, which can be used for building bridges, roads, and river embankments. Statistics can be used in a wider range of applications, such as

Tax spot checks, demographics, arsenal product testing, etc.

But when it comes to tax spot checks, demographics, and arsenal product testing, my second brother is better at this, right?

In fact, it doesn't have to be the Song family. You can also go to the Ministry of Household Affairs or the mathematics club to find talents.

Deep down, Song Qingyue herself is not a pushy person, and of course, she doesn’t want the Song family to be too pushy. She just wants to be a low-key boss.

Four Song family guinea pigs (crossed out) Dear little brothers, after more than two months of mathematics baptism, they finally ushered in the first midterm exam in their lives. In fact, it is not necessarily a midterm exam. In short

Song Qingyue just wanted to see the staged learning results of Song's experimental subjects, and took the test for any reason.

I don’t know whether Mo Mei paid too much attention to her, wanted to show off her teaching achievements too much, or gave her too much strength, or something else, but that brat Song Chenhui, the eighth child, actually gave up the exam and turned in a blank!

Mo Mei almost cried with anger.

Song Qingyue laughed and silently reflected in her heart, whether she had taught these little maids around her to be too high-spirited, and all of them had a strong temper.

She held up her glasses, looked at her eighth brother with a smile, and asked gently: "Ah Hui, how do you teach Bai Juan?"

"No way!" The youngest raised his chin in a very arrogant manner.

"After two months of studying, you can't even add 15 to 23?" Song Qingyue continued to smile.

Xiaoba blinked and felt a little embarrassed, but continued to arrogantly say that he just couldn't do it.

"How old are you this year?" Song Qingyue asked again.

"Nine...nine years old. What's wrong?" He is the youngest and the legitimate son of the family! Why can't he eat, drink and have fun like other youngests and have to come here to suffer?

Snapped!

Song Qingyue suddenly stood up from the table, walked over in two steps, grabbed Song Chenhui's ear and walked out.

Aunt Bai was so frightened that her whole body froze. Her sister-in-law was still kicking the baby in her belly!

Young Master Song Ba was still struggling and twisting desperately on the side, shouting loudly: "Sister! Sister! Let go! It hurts! Nurse! Help! Brother! Help! Mother! Third sister is bullying me!"

Aunt Bai was in a panic and didn't know what to do. She wanted to step forward and teach her princess a lesson for Xiaoba, a little brat who didn't know what the world was up to. However, after being a slave for many years, she instinctively did not dare to do so.

Feng Qi frowned as she looked at it, and just as she was about to step forward to separate Song Qingyue and Song Chenhui, Feng Jiu moved one step faster than her, rolled up her sleeves, reached out and grabbed Song Chenhui by the back of his neck, swung his arm, and threw him several times away.

go.

Song Chenhui fell down hard. If it weren't for the muddy ground next to him, his front teeth would have been knocked out.

It's not over yet. Before this naughty kid could cry, Feng Jiu imitated Song Qingyue, grabbed his ears, pinched his ears and lifted Song Chenhui up from the ground. He screamed like a slaughtering pig.

It echoed in the small courtyard where I lived.

The other brothers of the Song family laughed heartily when they saw the miserable condition of their little brother.

Song Chenhui was dragged by Feng Jiu's ear into the third sister's palace carriage, and then was dragged all the way to the Song family.

Ms. Liang was preparing for the New Year at home. She was going to make new clothes for everyone. The steward of the cloth shop came over with fabrics for Ms. Liang to choose.

Across two courtyard walls, I heard the screams of my youngest son. I frowned, put down the account book in my hand, picked up a wooden ruler and strode out.

Sure enough, they saw Xiao Ba being carried in by the ears by Feng Jiu, and Song Qingyue being supported by Aunt Bai, following them from behind in a leisurely manner.

"Mother!" Song Qingyue called Mrs. Liang with some helplessness.

When Liang saw this, she knew it was Xiaoba who had caused trouble again. She waved the wooden ruler in front of Song Chenhui and asked, "What bad thing did he do again?"

Song Qingyue showed Liang the white scroll handed in by Song Chenhui.

"I gave them a test today, and Xiaoba handed in a blank test."

Song Chenhui shouted unconvinced from behind: "I'm younger than my brothers, why should I learn the same things and do the same homework? I can't understand!"

Mrs. Liang immediately raised her eyebrows and raised the wooden ruler and shook it threateningly. Song Chenxu finally gave in when he saw the wooden ruler and closed his mouth unconvinced.

"Take him to the ancestral hall and lock him up first! Wait until your father and your second brother come back to take care of you!" Madam Liang said with her hands on her hips, took a few deep breaths, and added, "Don't give him food or drink before dinner!

Whoever dares to secretly send him food, I will betray her tomorrow!"

After Liang's attack was over, Song Qingyue finally sat down and had a good chat with Liang.

"Xiao Ba is usually too indulgent." Song Qingyue said with a frown.

Mrs. Liang sighed: "Your father is busy, Chen Hai, and Chen Xu has no time to discipline his brothers after he won the Jinshi. The old man has always been brought up by your fourth brother..."

At this point, Mr. Liang himself became discouraged.

Song Qingyue burst out laughing. It’s no wonder. Xiao Ba was only five years old when the eldest and second brother were admitted as Jinshi. After that, the unreliable Lao Si took care of them. The remaining Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, and Xiao Qi were all concubines.

, how can you dare to discipline your legitimate younger brother? Besides, the servants in the family usually support him very much, but why don't you support him like this?

"I knew I wouldn't have told him to stay in the front yard so early!" Mrs. Liang said with a headache, covering her forehead, "I replaced the wet nurse he had before, helped him skip classes, and replaced all the servants who did his homework for him.

!I was disciplined when I came to your place, and my place has been clean for two months."

The more Liang talked, the angrier she became, and finally she gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "If I had known he was so naughty, I shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place!"

Song Qingyue couldn't stay at her parents' house for too long, so she thought about it and left a letter to her father.

As soon as Mr. Song came back in the evening, he asked Mrs. Liang about Song Qingyue's return to her parents' home: "Yue'er is back, but what happened to the palace?"

Mrs. Liang waved her hand: "Nothing happens in the palace, it's Xiaoba."

Mr. Song frowned: "That unfilial thing made trouble for his sister?"

Mrs. Liang showed Mr. Song the white scroll that Song Chenhui handed over, and pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall: "I was locked up, and I'm still howling inside. I said I didn't want to stay with his third sister anymore and wanted to go home."

Mr. Song's fists clenched instantly, his brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape, and he asked again: "When will the second brother come back?"

Mrs. Liang patted Mr. Song's arm dissatisfiedly: "Don't just throw it to the second child when you are in trouble! He is busier than you now! Well, this is Yue'er's letter to you. I didn't open it to read it.

, look, what is written."

Master Song opened it, laughed twice, and showed the letter to Mrs. Liang.

Mrs. Liang sighed after seeing it, and finally said with determination: "Okay, let's do it! If we don't give some harsh medicine, the child will be disabled in the future."

The winter solstice came late this year, not until November 28th.

Two days before the winter solstice, Eunuch Wang suddenly came to his residence to visit Song Qingyue with the emperor's condolences - some mountain products from the Northeast and a white tiger skin. He said that he owed her something in the past, and now he happened to meet her again, so he gave it to her.

Come give it to her.

Song Qingyue felt dumbfounded when she saw the white tiger skin.

Eunuch Wang smiled and said: "Your Majesty said that he sees everything you do and remembers it in his heart. He will never treat you badly in the future."

Well, to put it bluntly, some people are born leaders.

Song Qingyue admired the white tiger skin for a long time after receiving the white tiger skin, mainly because her father-in-law was so good at talking! No wonder her two brothers wanted to work as cattle and horses for her father-in-law. By the way, she wanted to greet her father-in-law: "How are you doing, father?

As a daughter-in-law, I am embarrassed that I haven’t gone to pay him a greeting for a long time."

Eunuch Wang immediately smiled and said: "Look at what you said, Princess. Your body is precious now, and Your Majesty doesn't want you to run around. Your Majesty is in good health. Your Majesty will definitely be happy when he hears that you miss him."

Song Qingyue spread the tiger skin on the ground. It was so soft and warm when she stepped on it! Not to mention how comfortable it made her! She simply took off her embroidered shoes and stepped on them wearing only her socks. She raised her head and looked at Eunuch Wang with bright eyes: "

Don't look at me being so happy. Next time, I will send you a bunch of tiger skins. From now on, I will just send you sheep skins. Tigers... tigers are protected animals." She lowered her head and muttered.

Eunuch Wang didn't understand. Song Qingyue ignored Eunuch Wang's confusion and continued on her own: "By the way, Eunuch, what are your plans for the winter solstice?"

Wang Gonggong said: "That's right! I came here today just to ask the princess what you mean."

"Ask what I mean?" Song Qingyue's feet were still stepping on the soft tiger skin like a cat stepping on breasts. She pointed at her nose and asked in surprise: "Eunuch just said, Father.

Ask me what I mean?"

Eunuch Wang chuckled: "Your body is precious. If there is a palace banquet, you will have to enter the palace. You will have to stand and walk. You will also have to kneel and kowtow three times. His Majesty is not here. Your Majesty is afraid that you will be tired, and even more afraid of something happening.

It’s unexpected, so what your Majesty means is that we won’t hold a palace banquet at the Winter Solstice this year. I asked if you have any other ideas. Your Majesty said that you, the princess, have the most ideas.”

"How embarrassed am I for taking care of me like this?" Song Qingyue blinked her innocent big eyes.

Eunuch Wang still smiled kindly: "Look what you said, the princess is carrying your majesty's eldest grandson, so she naturally has to take care of her."

As soon as these words were spoken, Eunuch Wang felt that the princess's smile suddenly froze, but she soon regained her composure and pointed to the Grand Master's chair beside her and said politely: "Sit down, Eunuch. I'm so embarrassed to ask you to stand."

"My dear, don't say that, I don't dare to show off in front of you!"

"Don't be like this, I can't bear it! Sit down! Drink tea!"

Aunt Bai went to pour some stomach-warming ginger tea herself. Song Qingyue finally stopped stepping on the milk and asked seriously: "What method do you want, father? Do you have a budget?"
To be continued...