Houfu Key Class

If Zong Jincheng, who was kind and helpful, knew what Zong Wenxiu was thinking at this moment, he would probably roll and crawl as far as he could.

Although the two of them were talking about going to the study room, they were heading towards Aunt Hong's courtyard. The young man was full of energy and was not blushing and out of breath wherever he went. However, to his surprise, Xu Wan was outside the door of Aunt Hong, listening to The government doctor talked about the condition.

"Aunt Hong is suffering from tuberculosis. Places like slums are dirty and messy, and there are many people suffering from tuberculosis. And if this disease is to be cured, it requires the support of famous doctors and a large amount of medicinal materials. People in the slums obviously do not have these conditions and can only wait silently. die."

When the doctor spoke, he looked at Zong Wenxiu. This living concubine must have seen too many people die of tuberculosis in the slums.

Zong Wenxiu's face was pale. He naturally remembered it, so when his mother was seriously ill, he knelt in the rain to beg Xu Wan.

Xu Wan was only puzzled: "Why didn't the old lady say anything when she was in the house earlier?"

With the old lady's character, she would never refuse to ask an imperial doctor to treat them.

Everyone looked at Zong Wenxiu, and even Zong Jincheng felt something was wrong. Is there something unspeakable hidden in this?

Zong Wenxiu closed his eyes and said in embarrassment: "Because my mother said that her disease cannot be cured, instead of wasting my grandmother's energy, it is better to make my grandmother feel guilty, so that I can... take me to her hospital and teach her carefully. ”

Aunt Hong's abacus was very good.

She even gave up her own life to secure a future for her son. Unfortunately, her son was extremely filial and disrupted her plan.

Zong Jincheng stood beside him thoughtfully.

He should have been unhappy, because if Aunt Hong's plan succeeded, Zong Wenxiu would always fight for part of his favor in front of his grandmother.

However, he seemed to be a little envious of this feeling, and envied Zong Wenxiu for having his mother to plan for him.

The more the little devil thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he kicked stones at his feet.

The doctor suddenly shouted: "Mr. Cheng..."

"What?" the little devil asked angrily.

Didn't you see that he was upset?

The doctor said weakly: "You kicked my foot."

Zong Jincheng: "..."

The imperial doctor arrived so quickly that Zong Jincheng even suspected that he had flown here. He had no doubt that Xu Wan had sent someone to ask for him a long time ago.

After the imperial doctor diagnosed Aunt Hong, although she had not diagnosed this disease for a long time, she quickly returned to normal and started writing prescriptions.

"Follow this prescription and take it three times a day. It will improve in three months, and the doctor will be able to treat it later."

"Thank you for your trouble, the doctor." Xu Wan smiled and thanked him, motioning Cuizhi to stuff a bag of silver over and send the doctor out of the house.

The girls in the courtyard were busy preparing medicine.

Xu Wanze said to Zong Wenxiu: "Don't worry and go to study. I'll watch over here and won't let anything happen to your mother."

Zong Wenxiu said thanks with red eyes: "Thank you, madam."

The young man cherished his kindness the most. He was supposed to go to the study and turned to look at Zong Jincheng, as if he was determined to help his brother read a good book.

Zong Jincheng: "..."

The look in my cousin's eyes was so scary, I really wanted to run away.

The little devil subconsciously took half a step back.

Xu Wan raised her eyebrows and said coolly: "Some people wouldn't want to burn down the bridge and ruin the agreement with me, right? But it's just an eight-year-old child. So what if his words don't count? Even if I call him "Yes" every day He won’t feel embarrassed about the little bastard who doesn’t keep his word.”

The untrustworthy little bastard: "???"

Zong Jincheng said angrily: "Who is not keeping his word! Who is the little bastard!"

Xu Wan said nonchalantly: "Of course whoever breaks one's word is the little bastard."

Zong Jincheng was aroused and glared at her angrily: "Study, just study. Tell me, how long do you want me to study for?"

He didn't believe it. Xu Wan could make him read to the end of his life!

Xu Wan held her chin with one hand while looking the little devil up and down. This bastard looked unhappy and extremely proud. If he just asked him to study for three years, he might not agree.

Her eyes turned to Zong Wenxiu, and an idea flashed in her mind.

Got it!

"Don't say that I'm making things difficult for you. As for me, I'll just set a small goal for you, just pass the liberal arts exam. He has only been studying for a few months and grew up in a slum, so he has less exposure to things than you. Much more. And Young Master Yicheng, you should be able to surpass him soon, right?"

Xu Wan praised Zong Jincheng openly and secretly during the conversation.

He raised his chin arrogantly and thought, this is indeed the truth, he will definitely surpass Zong Wenxiu in a few months at most.

Seeing that he was loosening up, Xu Wan took another strong medicine: "If you can keep up with Wen Xiu's progress, I will return all your money to you and ensure that the river will not break for the time being while you work hard to surpass Wen Xiu. Well water.”

Zong Jincheng perked up as soon as he heard this.

He immediately made a decision: "Deal!"

The two stretched out their palms and struck them in the air, completing the agreement of the century.

In the years to come, every time Xu Wan thought of this moment, she felt it was very memorable.

The place where the two of them study is naturally arranged in a large study room. The study room was originally used by the young Marquis Zong Zhao, but now it is spacious for the two children.

After the old Marquis and his wife heard that the little devil was willing to study, they invited Baili Xi, a highly respected master in the capital, to teach at night. This old master was also Zong Zhao's personal teacher.

On the first day of class, I took a basic test.

During the examination of Zongwen Xiu, the old man smiled brightly and praised the child for his hard work and rapid progress.

When testing Zong Jincheng, the wrinkles on the old man's brows almost killed ten mosquitoes. This little devil answered irrelevant questions. Not only did he have no knowledge, but he also pretended to know everything.

After only teaching for half a day, the old man wanted to sigh to the sky, thinking about those people who envied him for teaching Zong Zhao, a double champion in both literature and martial arts, and making him famous in the capital.

As a result, looking at the naughty child below now, he really felt that retribution had finally come. There is no such thing as good things coming one after another in this world.

"Jincheng, your foundation is too poor. The most urgent thing is to lay a good foundation first. These are the introductory books that I have selected for you. You should memorize them in the next few days."

Zong Jincheng sat in his seat, looking at the bowl-high books left by the old man, and suddenly realized something was wrong...

He immediately turned around and asked Zong Wenxiu: "Have you memorized all of these?"

Zong Wenxiu nodded: "Don't look at these books as thick, but the content is easy to understand and easy to memorize. You can memorize them in five days."

The little devil sneered: "Do you think I believe it?"

"..."

Zong Jincheng, who realized that something was wrong, finally asked the key question: "How many books have you memorized in the past few months?"

Zong Wenxiu said with a stiff face: "More than a hundred books."

In fact, he actually memorized more than 200 books, but seeing that his brother's eyes were getting uglier and uglier, he decided not to tell the truth.

As expected, Zong Jincheng was stunned when he heard this, and finally realized that he had gotten on Xu Wan's pirate ship again. He took a deep breath and forced a fake smile: "How many pages of books can you recite every day now?"

"Ten... ten pages."

"Very good." Zong Jincheng closed the book in front of him, signaled Shunzi to close the door, and blocked the study door tightly to ensure that not even a fly could fly in.