Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

Little Young Lady quickly shook her head, her innocent face full of seriousness: "No, my big brother is really amazing, just test him like you tested me before."

She remembered that it was because Mr. Zhou had tested her with those wonderful questions that he finally decided to teach her.

Perhaps, my eldest brother can also get the opportunity to study in this way.

Although Xiao Youniang was still young and had little understanding of the world, she clearly sensed her elder brother's thirst for knowledge, even though he had sighed many times that studying was useless.

Mr. Zhou was amused by Xiao Youniang's innocent behavior. He reached out and frivolously messed up the two pigtails that Zhang Laoer had carefully braided for Xiao Youniang, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

"Well, seeing that your sister is begging me so much, I can consider testing you. But let me be frank. If your foundation is too shallow, I can't make an exception no matter how much Sister Youniang begs."

Perhaps it was You Niang's childish and sincere look that touched him, and Zhou Xiucai's attitude gradually softened, revealing a hint of compromise.

Then, he pulled out a thread-bound booklet from his arms and threw it to Zhang Sanwa, asking him to memorize the contents of the book within one day. As long as Zhang Sanwa could repeat it word for word, he would officially recognize this disciple.

Zhang Sanwa took the book, quickly flipped through a few pages, then looked up with an embarrassed look on his face: "Sir, to be honest, I can't read."

"Can't read?" Zhou Xiucai's lips curled up into a meaningful smile, and his eyes that could see through people's hearts seemed to have seen through Zhang Sanwa's little plan.

However, Zhang Sanwa lowered his head, as if he was unaware of the outside world's speculation, and still insisted on the fact that he was illiterate.

In desperation, Mr. Zhou had to read the words in the book himself, his voice clear and rhythmic.

"Just recite it as I read it..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanwa suddenly interrupted him: "Sir, I have memorized it."

Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he fixed his eyes on Zhang Sanwa: "Then recite it to me, remember, and recite it word for word, otherwise, you'd better leave on your own."

At this moment, all eyes were focused on this seemingly ordinary yet extraordinary young man.

If anyone else had heard such harsh demands from Mr. Zhou, they would have panicked and fled. However, Zhang Sanwa not only did not back down, but instead showed an indescribable determination.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a thirst for knowledge and fearlessness of challenges.

So he took a deep breath and began to recite word by word calmly.

He was extremely articulate, and every word seemed to be carefully crafted. His pronunciation was so clear that it was pleasant to listen to.

The tone of voice when reciting is high and low, with a rhythmic ups and downs, and it is fluent without losing the beauty of rhythm.

This kind of performance doesn't look like that of a novice trying it for the first time, but rather like that of an old scholar who has been deeply influenced by poetry and books.

In less than an hour, Zhang Sanwa not only memorized the contents of the entire book, but also imitated Zhou Xiucai's unique accent when reading exactly.

The stress treatment of some words was exactly the same as that of Zhou Xiucai's own recitation. If it were not for the young and energetic voice reminding him of the reality, Zhou Xiucai would almost think that he was reciting in front of a mirror.

As Zhang Sanwa uttered the last word, the room fell silent. Zhou Xiucai slowly closed the book, his eyes flashing with disbelief and deep thought.

Turning his gaze to Zhang Sanwa again, Zhou Xiucai's eyes were no longer simply scrutinizing, but rather filled with a strong interest and admiration: "You actually have the talent of remembering everything you hear? This ability is truly amazing!"

Faced with the sudden praise, Zhang Sanwa remained humble and respectful, and replied: "I don't deserve the praise from you, sir. All I did was to remember your words in my heart and repeat them as best I could."

"Good, very good! What I, Mr. Zhou, admire most is people of integrity. You said you could do it, and you really did. From today on, you are my disciple."

After saying that, Mr. Zhou generously untied the cloud-patterned jade pendant from his waist. The jade pendant was as warm as water, with a restrained luster, and was obviously worth a lot of money. He handed it to Zhang Sanwa, formally establishing a master-disciple relationship.

The Zhang couple had come with the mentality of giving it a try. Seeing this, they were pleasantly surprised and hurriedly presented the gift of becoming a disciple that they had prepared in advance.

Zhang Sanwa did not hesitate, and generously took the noble jade pendant that symbolized the friendship between master and disciple, and tied it directly around his waist, his expression revealing a sense of pride and determination.

Until Zhang Sanwa brought the cup of apprenticeship tea and handed it to Zhou Xiucai respectfully, and Zhang Laoer drank it, he was still half-believing and half-doubting, with irrepressible shock and joy surging in his heart.

He had never expected that his eldest son had such extraordinary talent that he could win the favor of Mr. Zhou.

After the master-disciple relationship was established, Mr. Zhou took out a yellowed literacy booklet from his sleeve and threw it to Zhang Sanwa, saying with a bit of helplessness, "Reading and literacy are the basics, but I am old and don't want to repeat those boring days of teaching."

As he said this, he deliberately glanced at the little girl beside him. The little girl was so excited that her brother had the opportunity to go to school that she was completely unaware of the cunning that flashed across her master's eyes.

"Fortunately, your sister already knows a thing or two. Let her take my place and teach you how to read. When you have learned everything she knows, come back to me to continue your studies."

As Mr. Zhou spoke, he waved his hand, indicating that the Zhang family could leave.

On the way back, Xiao Youniang held her sister's hand and skipped and jumped on the country road, laughing all the way.

Xu Liyun followed slowly behind, looking at her eldest son who was walking in front from time to time.

Her gaze rested on the book that Zhang Sanwa was holding tightly in his arms. With her half-closed eyelids, a myriad of thoughts ran through her mind.

Finally, she broke the silence by speaking: "Sanwa, are you really illiterate?"

There was a subtle temptation hidden in the words.

Zhang Sanwa turned around when he heard this, with a childlike innocent smile on his face: "Mom, we have lived together for so many years, how could you not know what I am thinking?"

His words were simple and sincere, which warmed Xu Liyun's heart.

After hearing this, Xu Liyun's mouth curled up slightly. She didn't say whether she believed it or not, but just said gently: "Mother is worrying too much. Let's go home quickly and let your sister be a little teacher and start your learning journey."

When Xiao Youniang heard that she could play the role of a teacher, she immediately became energetic, straightened her back, and actually imitated Mr. Zhou's serious yet friendly teaching style, filling the hearts of the whole family with warmth and laughter.

During this period of time, she received meticulous care and attention from the Zhang family. Every dish on the table was delicious and nutritionally balanced, which made her originally slender figure gradually plumper and her complexion rosy.