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Chapter 129 Daily life with scumbag 2

"Alas! Aren't those young masters' pens and ink given by their elders? You are so busy, I think you have neglected it. Didn't you happen to get a pair of four treasures of the study recently? You think that pair is acceptable, why not give it to the seventh young master?"

Uncle Zhong blinked at Su Yizhao, and Su Yizhao understood immediately.

"It's okay, my son is fine with this one!" Su Yizhao immediately lowered his head and pursed his lips, acting pitiful.

When Su Wenqing thought about the treasure he bought, he couldn't bear to use it.

After thinking about it, he still felt pain in his body, but both pairs of eyes were looking at him eagerly, which suddenly gave him an ominous premonition.

"Actually, my little one doesn't need such a good one. I still have one in my study..."

Before Su Wenqing finished speaking, he suddenly realized when he heard Uncle Zhong touching his palms.

"The master is referring to the set on the ancient bookshelf next to the bookstore? I understand, I will go and get it now!"

After Uncle Zhong finished speaking, he left quickly, and Su Wenqing almost didn't come up.

He spent a lot of money to buy it and was going to give it to Miss Yueju Yiran!

"Don't..." Su Wenqing was about to call Zhou Zhong to stop, but saw that Su Yizhao had already stood up and saluted solemnly.

"My elders gave me this gift, and I dare not refuse it! Thank you very much, father. My son will work hard to make up for his shortcomings in the future, never let go of the book, and will not lose his father's reputation."

Su Wenqing forced the corner of her mouth, "It doesn't have to be like this! Just study hard!"

"Sir, I think the seventh young master is still using raw-edged paper. I happened to see that you still have some unused paper over there, so I simply brought it with me."

Zhou Zhong put down the things in his hands, and Su Wenqing quickly leaned over to take a look. This sight almost made him vomit three liters of blood.

This is the high-quality rice paper made by Wenwen Pavilion! It is very rare. You can only get one or two silver a piece. The most important thing is that it is priceless and has no market. Even he does not dare to extravagantly waste it.

"Father! Is that okay?" Su Yizhao looked at Su Wenqing eagerly, with an expectant look on his face.

Feeling the pain as if her heart was being pulled, Su Wenqing forced a smile.

"Nothing! How can a family like ours still need these few pieces of paper? However, this paper is not often available in the Wenwen Pavilion. It is secretly made by the Wenwen Pavilion. Please write carefully and don't waste it!"

Su Wenqing said the next few words through gritted teeth.

He glanced at Zhou Zhong, when did this kid become so popular with Zhou Zhong?

"My father is so kind to me. My son will study hard and live up to my father's expectations of me."

Su Yizhao was moved to tears and jumped out as if he was obedient and wanted no money.

So Wenyang Pavilion became lively at night, with the sounds of Su Wenqing's lectures and Su Yizhao's questions, mixed with Zhou Zhong's doubts from time to time.

"Eh? Why are you still using a mahogany ruler, young master? If it's made of rough paper, it will definitely be able to hold it. This rice paper is so thin, I'm afraid it won't be able to hold it!"

Uncle Zhong sighed, and Su Wenqing felt his forehead twitching.

"Oh! I wanted to wait until the monthly payment was issued this month to change it, but my grandfather said that our fourth room will be punished starting from this month, and we will only be given one hundred cash a month."

Su Yizhao frowned, then looked at Su Wenqing with wide eyes.

"Father! Can one hundred cents buy a paperweight?"

Su Wenqing twitched the corner of his mouth, sighed deeply and said, "Take it! I think you won't stop until my study is emptied!"

Zhou Zhong covered his mouth and snickered, "The master has the best reputation, why would he be embarrassed in front of juniors?"

In just a few days, all the objects that Su Yizhao used to study had been replaced with new ones.

Even Master Qin nodded with satisfaction, saying that if a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools.

"Although it is said that scholars should not be influenced by external objects, learning good pens, ink, and objects will get twice the result with half the effort."

Su Yizhao grinned, "It was a gift from my father."

That Fourth Master Su? Master Qin was very surprised. It seemed that this Fourth Master Su was not as ridiculous as the rumors outside, and he still valued his children's education.

"You have made rapid progress in your studies recently. You are making rapid progress. I am very pleased."

Master Qin was very satisfied with Su Yizhao's recent learning progress and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

Back then, Fourth Master Su became a scholar at a young age. Now that I think about it, that year was also a good story.

It's a pity that Fourth Master Su doesn't have this ambition. And Su Yizhao's talent is even worse.

As long as Su Yizhao studies well, he will definitely be able to reach high school in the future.

But when he thought of Su Wenqing's temperament, Master Qin couldn't help but become worried.

"My father taught me every day, and my students benefited a lot. My father also thanked me for my hard work. I will thank you for your cultivation in the future."

These words made Master Qin even more surprised. He didn't expect that Su Wenqing was different from the rumors outside!

"What is a teacher? What is a teacher?" Master Qin said seriously: "A teacher is someone who teaches people their ways and solves their confusions! This is just my duty and duty, don't worry about it so much!"

"No matter when you come to me to answer your questions, I will teach you everything you can. Although reading is not just for fame and fortune, fame and fortune are the reflection of the scholar's talent and hard work."

Master Qin thought for a moment and felt that he still needed to be properly guided, so as not to let Su Yizhao imitate his father and develop a bad temper.

"I've passed my forties, but I'm still working hard for Qiuwei. If I'm lucky enough to succeed in the future, whether I'm an official or not, it will be an explanation for my hard work for many years."

Su Yizhao was convinced and nodded solemnly.

"What's more, our Dayun Dynasty can only be established for two dynasties. It is the time to employ people, and everything is waiting for improvement. How can those who are capable stand by and watch? We should take the people's hearts as our heart and take the people's affairs as our priority. We must not be alone.

Also, look forward to the shining lintel and its lasting fragrance through the ages.”

Su Yizhao:......

Seeing Master Qin's impassioned words, Su Yizhao felt that this Master's image and character were really great, but I, your student, am just a common person!

It's better to eat and drink well by yourself! Leave this task of saving the world to those who are capable.

After school, Su Yizhao suddenly began to think about his father's intentions.

These days seemed to be just for teaching her, and she didn't ask about anything else.

From their interactions over the past few days, she discovered that Su Wenqing had a solid academic foundation, clear thinking, and was completely different from his usual playboy appearance.

In fact, Su Wenqing is still very interested in starting a career. Could it be that something happened that made Su Wenqing not want to end?

"Master! When you asked the villain to deliver the message book, shopkeeper Qin told the villain that business has been surprisingly good these days. He was so busy that he hired two guys to help. But the villain saw

Since there is still a scholar busy in his shop, he must have found another writer, right?"

The waiter was a little worried. If shopkeeper Qin had other thoughts, would the young master still make money?

"There are many students copying books in the shop every day, which is nothing surprising. Even if he really finds someone else to write short stories, it doesn't matter. After all, my creative power is limited. When the demand increases,

There’s nothing wrong with him finding someone else.”

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