Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng was so angry that he broke down when he heard this!

He ran away and yelled, "Bah! If you don't want to do it, then don't do it! Who wants to be friends with him! My roof was built so beautifully, but he broke it. I haven't settled the score with him yet!"

"You want me to give him a five-hundred-tael Ferghana horse? I'll give it to him only if my brain is kicked by a donkey!"

"Butler Liu, where is Butler Liu? Listen, if Zhai Yao dares to come to the Marquis' Mansion to find me again in the future, you will beat him up three times!!"

Butler Liu responded and immediately remembered the words of his young master, saying, "I promise that in the future, not even a bird with the surname Zhai can fly into our Marquis' Mansion!"

Zong Jincheng: "..."

Whose bird has a surname, you idiot!

"I'll put the dinner in the room for you. You don't have to go to the front hall tonight. Have a good rest." Xu Wan stood up and was about to leave.

"Hey." The little devil called her awkwardly with a stiff tone.

Xu Wan stopped with her back to him, her lips slightly raised.

"What's wrong, young master?"

Zong Jincheng listened to this mocking name, stared at her back angrily and said: "Twenty taels of silver is too little, I want fifty taels!"

Xu Wan turned her head and said with a smile: "You know the normal prices outside, why do you still think it's too little?"

Zong Jincheng held it in for a long time, and said unhappily: "That's too little!"

He added: "Not enough to support two people until adulthood!"

Xu Wan immediately understood his implication.

This kid wants to give all the silver to Jingzhe brothers and sisters.

She replied: "Okay."

Zong Jincheng's eyes lit up, he didn't expect her to agree so easily.

He thought she would definitely use Zong Wenxiu's monthly silver to block him!

Sure enough, she also knew the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, and knew that in the end, he had the final say in this family!

However, the little devil's beautiful fantasy didn't last for three seconds, and he heard Xu Wan say: "Equivalent exchange, you should understand the meaning and write down the books you memorized. I will give you fifty taels of silver every month for your hard work."

Zong Jincheng: "!!!"

Damn it, there is no such cheap good thing! ! !

"You...!"

"You...!"

The little devil pointed at her with great pain, with a face full of grievances.

But he knew that his way had been blocked. If he wanted to get money from her, he had to do what she asked!

He hated it!

Xu Wan smiled and slapped his fingers away, and taught him: "It is very impolite to point at people, young master, take a good rest today. Tomorrow I will have someone prepare the translation and send it to your study. According to your habit of memorizing, let Shunzi read it to you sentence by sentence. Come on!"

Zong Jincheng: "..."

If the cold wind could talk, it would be playing the desolate erhu now.

Shunzi sent Xu Wan away, closed the gate and ran back.

He brought out the food in the house, put it on the small stone table in the yard, and shouted: "Young Master, eat first. You can't go hungry no matter how big the matter is. Today we have your favorite jade steamed duck."

Zong Jincheng turned his anger into motivation after hearing this, tore off a piece of duck leg and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering: "Eat! I want to eat back all the abuse!"

"By the way," the little devil suddenly remembered something, "you ask someone to buy some quilts, clothes, medicine for wounds, and the remaining silver, and send them to Jingzhe."

"Ah?" Shunzi was puzzled, "All... all? Give him all the 20 taels of silver a month?"

The little devil said firmly: "Yes, give him all!"

...

Xu Wan arranged to prepare the translation for the little devil when she returned.

There are hundreds of maids and servants in the mansion, and many of them can read and write, but when it comes to translating classical Chinese, this kind of work is more suitable for professional teachers.

That night, the Marquis' Mansion, following Xu Wan's order, quickly invited more than a dozen teachers to translate all the more than 100 books that Zong Jincheng had memorized and transcribed them on paper.

The next morning, Zong Wenxiu was stunned when he saw the hundreds of translated books.

"This... can actually be translated and compiled into a book?"

Isn't it enough to memorize ancient Chinese texts by yourself, and then listen to the teacher's explanation while memorizing, and at the same time write down a few key explanations by hand?

How can this be translated word by word, so... so formal? !

Zong Wenxiu was enlightened.

Not only did he admire Xu Wan's thoughtful and efficient method, but he also admired that such a huge amount of copying was completed in just one night.

Madam is so attentive to her brother.

Regardless of whether Zong Jincheng was moved or not, Zong Wenxiu was already moved for him.

When Zong Jincheng came over yawning, he was shocked to see this scene. He took a big step back and said in horror: "How can there be so many? Aren't there only more than a hundred books?"

"Did Xu Wan secretly put other books in there without telling me?"

"How despicable!!!"

Zong Wenxiu: "..."

Brother, you don't have to use such a rich imagination.

Shunzi is knowledgeable. He explained: "Young Master, you misunderstood. The number of words in the translation must be more than the original book, so there are so many."

Although he felt very oppressed by the hundreds of books...

But thinking that he was just reading and the person who was reciting was his own son, Shunzi felt that he could do it.

It's better to let my friend die than to let me die.

Zong Jincheng pouted and said: "It seems that I can't recite it all in one month."

He was very confident in his memory, but he couldn't find the time.

"Yes, I can finish memorizing it." Zong Wenxiu said.

He knew his brother's situation very well. As long as his brother worked hard, he could really finish memorizing it.

"Ah? How?"

Zong Wenxiu took a deep breath and said, "As long as you increase the time you memorize from one hour to two hours every day, you will definitely be able to finish memorizing it."

God knows how envious he was when he said this.

His brother only studied for one hour a day, but he could remember more than he did in six hours. It was a terrible blow!

Zong Jincheng immediately got angry when he heard this, and said unconvincedly: "I clearly stayed in the study room for several hours every day!!!"

"You close your eyes and recite, and you accidentally fall asleep at least eight times a day." Zong Wenxiu made an eight gesture, and then counted on his fingers, "The rest of the time you either kicked the table, threw books, or threw brushes, fiddled with inkstones, and knocked on the corners of the table..."

Every time Zong Wenxiu finished a question, Zong Jincheng's face darkened, and in the end it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The little devil started to make trouble, "Aren't you studying hard? Why are you observing me so carefully!!"

"I don't want to..." Zong Wenxiu said helplessly, "You always interrupt my thoughts of studying, so I stopped to look at you."

Zong Jincheng: "..."

How come it's my fault again?

I'm so angry!