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

He filled in the answers crookedly on the paper, but his heart was in turmoil. He secretly speculated about the extraordinary origins of Mr. Zhou.

A soft "click" sound disrupted his thoughts.

Then, Mr. Zhou's voice came slowly and sternly: "Don't let your mind wander during the exam, and your handwriting should be dignified. Don't pretend to be immature. Your handwriting gives me a splitting headache."

Zhang Sanwa's heart tightened, but in an instant, his eyes returned to their usual calmness and composure.

He quietly adjusted the way he held the pen, and as his pen strokes moved, the originally crooked and twisted words on the paper gradually became neat and pleasing to the eye.

However, before the atmosphere in the house dissipated, the voice of Old Lady Zhang was heard outside the door.

Mr. Zhou frowned slightly and stepped out of the room, only to be greeted by Old Lady Zhang, who looked very happy.

She was holding a basket of fresh eggs in one hand and a piece of fine cloth in the other. She was pushing the slightly embarrassed Zhang Dawa behind her and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, I brought my grandson here specially to ask you to accept him as your apprentice!"

Before Mr. Zhou could respond, Mrs. Zhang could not wait to urge Zhang Dawa: "Dawa, come quickly, kneel down and worship Mr. Zhou, and ask him to teach you how to read and write!"

These words not only stunned Mr. Zhou for a moment, but even Zhang Sanwa next to him couldn't help but prick up his ears.

Seeing that Zhang Dawa was about to kneel down, Zhou Xiucai quickly reached out to stop him: "Aunt Zhang, what do you mean? I have never intended to take your grandson as my apprentice."

When Old Lady Zhang heard this, she was surprised and asked, "Since you can take in Zhang Sanwa, that dull boy, why don't you take in my eldest son?"

Furthermore, she added confidently: "My grandson has been personally predicted by the Immortal Master, and is destined to become a great man and have a prosperous career. If you can teach him, when he passes the imperial examination in the future, won't you also be honored?"

Faced with Old Lady Zhang's eager anticipation, Mr. Zhou was at a loss whether to laugh or cry for a moment.

He gently pushed away the cloth and eggs handed to him by Old Lady Zhang, and said with a hint of indifference in his voice: "I choose my apprentices based on my personal will. Zhang Dawa is not my match, so I hope he can find someone else who is better."

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she became extremely anxious: "Mr. Zhou, please reconsider this! My grandson's future is very important. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to teach your smart and lively eldest son instead of teaching that silly Zhang Sanwa? If you don't believe me, you can test him, right now, test him!"

Mr. Zhou remained silent, his eyes as sharp as torches as he slowly swept over Zhang Dawa.

His eyes lightly swept across Zhang Dawa's round face, but he keenly caught the fleeting disdain and contempt in the other's eyes.

Although Zhou Xiucai occasionally makes a first impression on people based on their appearance, he accepts Zhang Sanwa because, on the one hand, he is extremely intelligent and has extraordinary understanding, which makes him hard to refuse;

On the other hand, it was because Zhang Sanwa's face had a kind of lovable and pretty appearance, which reminded people of the innocence and beauty of childhood and touched the softness in his heart.

In comparison, Zhang Dawa seemed out of place, especially the arrogance and contempt emanating from his bones, which made Zhou Xiucai more determined in his decision.

So he once again gave a flat rejection of Mrs. Zhang's request.

For Zhang Dawa, who had never had a good impression of Zhou Xiucai, the feeling of frustration at this moment made the anger burn fiercely in his heart.

He exerted force and broke free from the wrinkled hands of Old Lady Zhang. He stared at Mr. Zhou with piercing eyes and said ruthlessly, "If you don't want to teach me, forget it. I'll go to the county town to learn from those masters who have passed the imperial examinations! When I pass the imperial examinations and hold a high position, I will personally demolish this shabby courtyard of yours. By then, I'll see how you, Zhang Sanwa, will protect you!"

After saying this, Zhang Dawa suddenly turned around and walked away without looking back.

Old Mrs. Zhang looked at the figure walking away, and a feeling of unwillingness and loss surged in her heart.

She originally wanted to try to persuade Mr. Zhou to change his mind, but when she met Mr. Zhou's cold eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, her body trembled involuntarily, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back.

"Since your grandson has decided to leave, it is inconvenient for me to stay here any longer. Please go back."】

Mr. Zhou no longer had the politeness and courtesy he had when they first met.

Old Mrs. Zhang secretly complained about the young man's ignorance of what was good for her, but at the same time she was shocked by the powerful aura that Mr. Zhou exuded. She had to suppress her resentment, held the things in her arms tightly with both hands, quickened her pace, and chased in the direction where Zhang Dawa disappeared.

Only when Old Lady Zhang's figure completely disappeared from his sight did Mr. Zhou slowly close the door, turn around and walk into the house to continue supervising Zhang Sanwa's homework.

As he stepped over the threshold, his eyes were immediately attracted by the stack of papers with densely packed, clear and neat handwriting on the table.

Zhang Sanwa was facing away from him, carefully arranging the scattered books on the table. He seemed a little hesitant, but in the end, he seemed to muster up all his courage and slowly said, "Please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to win the imperial examination and ensure that your residence is safe."

"Humph, you haven't even achieved the title of scholar yet, and you're dreaming of becoming the top scholar? You still have a long way to go, and there are still many things to learn!"

Although Zhou Xiucai spoke harshly, after a brief silence, he added: "However, your performance in answering the questions was still satisfactory."

Hearing Zhou Xiucai's slightly awkward affirmation, Zhang Sanwa's body, with his back to him, relaxed imperceptibly, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Getting along with Mr. Zhou is always a test for him, but You Niang's advice is right. Sincerity is the best bridge, and there is no need to please deliberately.

He suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong with trusting others, but his mistake was that he had misjudged people's hearts in the past.

Zhang Sanwa smiled self-deprecatingly, then asked Zhou Xiucai's permission, stepped out of the door and headed towards home.

As the sun sets, on the dirt road leading to Daxiu Mountain, a thatched house eroded by time and dust stands quietly. In front of the door, two little girls sit on the ground, their hands on their cheeks.

The younger sister, who was round and plump like a glutinous rice dumpling just out of the oven, caught sight of Zhang Sanwa with her sharp eyes.

Her pink little face instantly broke into a bright smile, and she waved her hands excitedly: "Big brother, you're back!"

Seeing this, Zhang Sanwa's mouth corners naturally rose, and his steps became particularly relaxed and happy, almost jogging all the way.

"Why are you waiting at the door again? Didn't I tell you not to do that?"

While scolding, Zhang Sanwa took the two sisters' hands with heartache and led them into the house.

Wu Niang was quiet and silent, but Xiao You Niang was lively and kept chirping like a bird: "We just wanted to be the first to see our brother. You left the house before dawn. We missed you so much!"