The next day, Su Yizhao, who always got up early, got up late for the first time.
"Oh! Master, hurry up, the carriage is already waiting." The waiter looked at Su Yizhao who had finished his meal and urged him hurriedly.
"Then why don't you wait until the cake in your mouth is eaten? You don't need to be urged to eat!"
Yuerong looked at Su Yizhao, who was still chewing, and felt so distressed that she quickly handed over a bowl of tea.
"You'll be late if you don't leave!" After Shi Fang said this, he picked up Su Yizhao's schoolbag and walked out quickly, with Su Yizhao following closely behind.
"This morning, it's like marching to a war, the young master is in too much of a hurry!" Yue Qiu stepped forward to clear the dishes and couldn't help complaining.
"The master stayed with the young master until Haishizheng yesterday. At this time on weekdays, the young master would have gone to bed long ago."
Yuerong is also a little dissatisfied. Will he be able to learn the same thing tomorrow?
"I'm afraid that the master is bored, so why don't we let our young master accompany you to relieve your boredom?" Yue Qiu snorted coldly.
Upon hearing this, Yuerong immediately scolded, "Don't speak nonsense. How can we criticize the master behind his back?"
"Did you keep it until Haishi yesterday?" the old man asked casually after finishing dressing.
"Yes!" Su Huai replied.
"Hmph! I'm afraid a man can't bear it any longer. What has he been doing these past few days? Is he really studying?"
Su Huai hesitated for a moment, took out a piece of paper and handed it over.
The old man took it over doubtfully, took a closer look, and suddenly became angry.
"He writes this in the pavilion every day? All the books he has read for so many years have been read into the dog's belly!" The old man threw the paper on the table and cursed loudly.
Su Huai was so angry that he couldn't help but understand. After all, he didn't even read the poem.
The old man pointed at the piece of paper, his whole body trembling with anger, "When Rongsu entered Shaohua at a young age, he looked at Cheng Fengyu with his teeth exposed? What are these? Is this what he will end up writing?"
Su Huai coughed lightly and didn't know how to answer.
The old man couldn't even pronounce the more outrageous poems. How could he give birth to such a bastard?
"Where's Xiao Qi? He took the school entrance examination so late? His good son will be ruined by his teachings. If he becomes a second-generation ancestor like him in the future, our Su family will be ruined by them?"
The old man thought about it, pointed at Su Huai and said: "From today on, he is not allowed to ask Xiao Qi to go to Wenyang Pavilion again. Send someone to watch carefully. If he doesn't study carefully, he won't have to eat and drink.
, white flour steamed buns and pickles.”
Su Huai was speechless, are you willing to give it up? I also want white flour steamed buns and pickles! Momo took out another piece of paper from his arms and handed it over.
The old man took it from Su Huai's hand angrily, and after a quick look, he found that it was a serious policy question.
His writing skills were a bit immature and he had not yet formed his character. Looking at the reply, Su Jinxun was immediately shocked and surprised.
"This is not Lao Si's handwriting." The old man said suspiciously.
"I found this next to the charcoal pot. Only the fourth master and the seventh master were writing in Wenyang Pavilion last night."
Su Huai's meaning was obvious, but Su Jinxun couldn't believe it.
Su Jinxun raised his eyebrows and asked, "You said this is a policy question written by Xiao Qi?"
Su Huai nodded, "Probably yes!"
"But I have tested him before, and he has just started studying the Four Books and Five Classics. How is this possible?"
"Didn't the Seventh Young Master stay in Wenyang Pavilion until the end of the day and leave last night? Perhaps the Fourth Master personally taught him?" Su Huai could only explain in this way.
Su Jinxun was speechless for a long time. Judging from his talent and learning, his response to this policy question was undoubtedly immature.
It's not a lengthy article, just over 200 words, but there are some highlights in it.
A nine-year-old child could write such an article for the first time, which made the old man couldn't help but nod.
"Huh? No, don't you mean that I have only read "The Great Learning" and "The Doctrine of the Mean"? The quote quoted: The general will prosper, and he must listen to the people. It is obviously a sentence in "Spring and Autumn Zuo Zhuan"."
After Su Jinxun was puzzled, he couldn't help but laugh.
"This kid, I knew he had a lot on his mind early on, but he still hid it."
Su Jinxun couldn't help but think of Su Yiliang again. Born to the same father, one had a delicate heart and the other had a bad temper.
"It's no wonder that Xiaoliu suffered a loss the moment they met."
Su Yizhao has as many eyes as a sieve, and he is also smart and alert. He will definitely be successful in the future.
"Ahem! Since the fourth child wants to find a companion to study with, let his son accompany him! I think he is very patient in teaching Xiao Qi. But you have to send someone to keep an eye on me, and you can't let him teach you bad things.
Disciples of the Su family."
Su Jinxun thought, if the fourth child really couldn't stick to the wall, then the fourth child's son might still be able to look forward to it.
Su Huai was not surprised by the old man's capriciousness.
In the next few days, Su Yizhao became a frequent visitor to Wenyang Pavilion.
At the end of Youshi, Su Wenqing sent someone over on time to ask Su Yizhao to come over.
Anyway, the reason was nothing more than the examination of school knowledge, but Su Yizhao felt that the progress of Cheap Dad’s teaching was faster than Master Qin’s, so he happily went.
It seemed that this father was really talented. Su Yizhao apologized in his heart for underestimating him before.
Looking at the cheerful little figure in front of him, Zhong Bo was so happy that his old face blossomed.
Since the seventh young master went to Wenyang Pavilion, the master's eyesight is no longer blurred, his head is no longer hurting, and he is still interested in picking up books.
If this continues, it will be just around the corner for me to pass the exam!
Touching the hairpin on his head, the seventh young master refused to take it back, fearing that he would use all the silver and moonlight he brought back to the house.
Now that the fourth room has been fined, doesn't the young master have no money to use? It seems that he has to find a way to ask the master to supplement the money.
Anyway, the master's money is used to spend his money on debauchery, so why not give it to the seventh young master? This is called making the best use of it!
"Well! This calligraphy has improved a lot. You didn't know how to practice calligraphy before, because no one taught you. Although Master Qin tried his best to teach you, he is just a scholar now and his knowledge is limited."
You said this as if you had already won the imperial examination. Su Yizhao just wanted to laugh.
"Master Qin is very talented and learned. He must be serious about teaching his son!" Su Yizhao muttered.
"But my father's handwriting is indeed good!"
Su Yizhao looked at Su Wenqing's handwriting, and had to say that this father didn't have a very good character, but his handwriting was written with iron and silver hooks, which penetrated the back of the paper, and was very elegant.
In fact, her handwriting improved very quickly, and Master Qin praised her very much, but it was certainly far behind Su Wenqing's!
Su Wenqing felt a little complacent when he heard this, "That's right! Your grandfather was very strict with me when I was a child, and he would be punished at every turn. How could he be as gentle and kind to you as I was?"
"I think it's my opinion! The character Seven Young Master is getting better and better slowly, which must be due to lack of pen and ink. Look, his brush is almost splitting!"
The two of them immediately turned their attention to the brush in their hands. Su Yizhao was afraid that others would see that she had money, so she didn't dare to change it yet. What's more, it became easy to use, so she kept using it.
Su Wenqing immediately frowned, "I have seen that other grandchildren in our family have excellent writing and ink. Why is yours so ordinary?"