Cui Jie left with a confused look on her face. Even after giving her the money, she was still thinking about what was wrong.
I originally wanted to ask Cong Shuang when I went back, so that the two sisters could reflect on what was wrong. But then I thought about it, and there was a vague feeling that I had been cheated today. If I told Cong Shuang, wouldn't my calm and wise persona be destroyed?
So Cui Jie had no choice but to decide not to tell her. It didn't matter if she lost the money, but her character must be stable. If even her personal maid questioned her IQ, where would the authority of a lady from a wealthy family lie?
The more Cui Jie thought about it, the angrier she became, feeling like she had suffered a loss.
After walking a few steps, Cui Jie finally couldn't help but turn her head. This time she was no longer afraid, but looked directly into Li Qinzai's eyes, trying her best to squeeze out a fierce look, fully expressing her displeasure.
Li Qinzai squinted his eyes and smiled nonchalantly. He had the money, so it didn't matter if he glared at her. She wouldn't be pregnant anyway.
At this moment, Li Qinzai doesn't look like a good person.
Cui Jie couldn't help but wonder whether Li Qinzai's reputation was good or bad. Since she met him, he didn't seem to have done anything excessive, but at this moment, neither his expression nor his behavior looked like a kind person.
An idea popped into my mind uncontrollably.
She suddenly wanted to go to Chang'an City and personally inquire about the conduct of the British prince's grandson.
From what Liu Asi said, he seemed to have done some very remarkable things, and we should inquire about these.
Quietly clenching her fists, Cui Jie made up her mind instantly.
Tomorrow I will take Cong Shuang to Chang'an City. Anyway, I am not short of money. I can hire an ox cart and enter the city with my face covered with light gauze, so I am not afraid of being discovered by the Cui family's spies.
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In the afternoon, another guest came to Ganjingzhuang.
This time the guests are not one or two, but a group.
The size of the guests was quite large, with more than a hundred people who looked like bodyguards, surrounded by a group of teenagers and children, who rode slowly in several carriages to the entrance of the village.
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the carriage could not move forward, so the teenagers and children got off the carriage and looked at the only low-key but luxurious villa in the village with bewildered expressions.
The first boy, about eleven or twelve years old, squinted his eyes and observed for a long time, pointed to the other courtyard and said: "That should be the residence of Li Qinzai, the grandson of the British Duke. When he came, my father warned me to bow to you."
, don’t be arrogant, I’ll walk there in a moment.”
Everyone was vaguely led by this young man, and after hearing the words, they all agreed.
However, another teenage boy disagreed. He snorted and said with a look of arrogance on his face: "Li Qinzai just created a bunch of incomprehensible things in front of his father. What did his father say?"
What’s the ‘formula’ called? It’s also said that those knowledge are very important to the Tang Dynasty, but I just don’t believe it. A bunch of inexplicable things can influence the fate of the Tang Dynasty countless times?”
The leading young man seemed to be quite afraid of him. He just smiled and did not argue with him. He just said: "Father said that we should show respect to Li Qinzai. It is always right for us to listen to what Father said."
The teenage boy curled his lips: "In my father's words, Li Qinzai is a scholar and a man of heaven, and he has become a sage-like figure. It is so unreasonable. I have never heard of Li Qinzai's reputation. He is the naughty grandson of the British Duke.
It's just my son, where did he get his monstrous ability? My father must have been deceived by him..."
The young man at the head finally couldn't bear it anymore and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please be careful and don't be disrespectful to your father!"
The child snorted and became silent.
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At the entrance of the village of Ganjingzhuang, a group of children in the village were having fun.
Qiao'er was among them. Compared with the noisy children of the same age, Qiao'er behaved particularly calmly. The child, who was obviously only five years old, looked like a parent supervising children at this moment, smiling and watching the children play.
Some children also came over and invited Qiao'er to play with them, but Qiao'er refused with a smile and secretly rolled her eyes.
Since the children were taught hundreds of family surnames, both farmers and children in Zhuangzi were very respectful to Qiao'er. This respect even exceeded that of Li Qinzai.
In the eyes of the farmers, Li Qinzai was the head of the family and a landlord. It was only natural for the farmers to farm the land and pay rent to the landlords, but they also relied on their own labor to make a living.
But Qiao'er was different. The children of farmers were called "study" in front of Qiao'er.
That's right, knowledge comes from seeking. This is the simple understanding of bankers.
Since the word "Qiu" is included, Qiao'er is naturally more respected in Zhuangzi than Li Qinzai.
Everyone respectfully called him "Little Mr.", but Qiao'er was not used to it at first. Later, more people called him "Little Mr." and Qiao'er got used to it. Over time, Qiao'er couldn't help but develop the authoritative demeanor of "Little Mr."
For example, at this time, playing with children is something that a young teacher would never do.
Playing with them, both old and young, where is the majesty of the little gentleman? Looking at the content of their play, it is nothing more than chasing after each other, playing around, haha, childish!
Qiao'er curled her lips.
It's still fun to play with my dad. He will create some very fun games, such as backgammon, origami planes, origami boats, throwing sandbags, etc. They are fun and novel, and I am very happy to play.
As for the childish games played by these childish guys in front of me, well, the little gentleman has seen the world, okay?
Sighing in boredom, Qiao'er sat on the haystack, her pink face full of boredom, pretending to be a calm adult, which was cute and adorable.
Not far away, a group of young children slowly walked into Zhuangzi surrounded by guards and guards.
Qiao'er saw them and stared at them doubtfully for a long time, watching them walk step by step from the entrance of the village.
Judging from their luxurious clothes and magnificent entourage, this group of people is either rich or noble.
A group of rich and noble people came to Zhuangzi. No need to ask, they must be looking for his father.
So, we have another visitor at home?
Qiao'er's little face fell. The emperor was a guest in Zhuangzi a few days ago. Qiao'er had to get up very early every day to salute and greet the emperor. She was listless during the day and had to accompany the emperor to wander around in Zhuangzi.
Not only that, there are strangers everywhere in the house, and there are rules everywhere, which makes me feel very uncomfortable.
For Qiao'er, guests at home are torture to him.
The emperor finally left, but a few days later another guest came, and this time there was a group of guests?
Qiao'er watched the guests getting closer and closer with a sad face, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.
At such a young age, I have endured too much pressure that I should not have to endure at this age.
As the guests got closer, they saw the children playing and joking in the village, so they stayed away. Looking at the children's vulgar clothes and dirty faces, many guests showed disgust.
In an era of strict class control, even if two groups of people from different classes met, there would be no intersection, and no one would feel anything was wrong.
Qiao'er blinked a few times and suddenly jumped down from the haystack, blocking the way of the guests.
"Are you here to see my father?"
The young man who was the leader of the guests was very kind. He squatted down and said with a smile: "Who is your father?"
Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "My father is Li Qinzai, also called Li Jingchu. He is the grandson of the British Duke."
When the guests heard this, their attitudes immediately changed and they became friendly and cheerful.
"It turns out that you are Li Qinzai's son. It's a pleasure to meet you. Yes, we are here to visit your father."
Qiao'er asked curiously: "Do you want to visit my father?"
The child who had been opposing the young man just now snorted and said, "Father has decreed that we should learn from your father."
"Learning? Do you also have to memorize hundreds of family names?" Qiao'er blinked innocently.
"We have already enlightened you about the surnames of hundreds of families," the child said reluctantly, "We are here to learn...well, learn formulas."
Qiao'er suddenly realized and said with a smile: "It turns out that I am studying mathematics."
As she spoke, Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "I know math, so you don't have to learn it from my father. I'll teach you whatever I want, and you can go back after you master it, okay?"
"You can?"
Qiao'er showed the majesty of a young gentleman and said calmly: "I am the successor of my father. Do you think I can do it?"
The naysayer sneered: "You're a guy who boasts so much and doesn't have all his hair. What do you know? If you can count from one to a hundred, you're considered awesome."
Qiao'er kept blinking and said, "It seems you know better than me? I'll ask a question. If you can answer it, I'll let you go to the village to visit my father. If you can't answer it, how about you turn around and go back?"
"Okay!" The naysayer agreed without hesitation.
The young man at the head was too late to stop him, so he had to sigh.
Qiao'er scratched his head hard and said it was a question. As a five-year-old child, how difficult could the question be?
After a long time, Qiao'er's eyes lit up and she said, "Whoever of you can recite 'Ninety-nine Songs' completely will be considered to have answered it. How about that?"
The guests were stunned for a moment.
"Nine-Nine Songs" was renamed "Nine-Nine Multiplication Tables" more than a thousand years later.
Even primary school children of future generations can read it catchy and recite it accurately. For children of future generations, the multiplication table is a basic operation and must be memorized.
However, the guests in front of me don't do that.
It is not easy to study these days. The guests are either rich or noble, and most of them are studying.
But they were born into princes or children of powerful people, and the oldest was only in their teens. Even when they read, they only read a collection of classics and history. How could they waste their time on arithmetic, which is not valued by the world at all?