binnovel Chapter 541 Do You Know (8)
Chapter 541 Do You Know (8)
As for the two in Shengjing, they are probably just cannon fodder in the struggle for the throne, and the one the emperor really wants to pass the throne to is probably not in Shengjing.
However, there's no need to share these speculations with others. Regardless of whether anyone would believe what a six-year-old child says, if anyone did believe it and it reached the ears of the officials, she would likely be in trouble.
In short, the final homework assignment was quite interesting. It was to write a policy essay based on the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. For the first time since then, the prescient Wangyou ran incredibly fast after class. As long as she ran fast enough, the homework couldn't catch up with her.
Mr. Zhuang stretched out his hand and decided not to ask Wangyou to write an essay. Who knows what kind of treasonous thing she might write? Besides, the child was already busy enough, so he wouldn't give her any more homework.
"Girl, why are you running so fast?"
"Naturally, it's for practicing martial arts. Starting tomorrow, wake me up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning. Go back now, eat, and rest." Wangyou's daily life was packed, so she didn't have the mind to watch the excitement.
As for martial arts, people grow up as they practice. In the blink of an eye, Wangyou shed her childish naiveté and gained a touch of girlish charm.
Four years have passed, and the girls in the family have all grown up one after another, while the boy's infatuation has also quietly developed.
Wangyou now wields her whip with incredible skill, and with her internal strength cultivated, even a dozen strong adult men can't withstand a single lash from her.
As for Zhou Laosan, he had nothing left to teach. To be honest, having such an outstanding apprentice was a problem. He had originally planned to teach him for five years, but four years had already drained him dry. Now, he had nothing left to teach.
"Master Zhou, how about I give you your indenture in advance?"
"You want to kick me out?" Zhou Laosan asked incredulously.
"No, not really. It's just that we agreed on five years, but now I've learned enough. If you'd like to stay longer..."
“Stay, I’ll stay. I have food and drink and I get paid every month. Why would I leave?” Zhou Laosan interrupted Wangyou.
"I recently bought a farm and I want to raise a large number of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. Could you please help me out, Master Zhou?"
“Okay, no problem. As long as you don’t kick me out, everything is negotiable. We can renew the contract when it expires,” Zhou Laosan said with a smile.
"Does that mean you won't work diligently for me if there's no contract of servitude?"
"No, that won't happen. It's just that with the indenture, you'll feel at ease, and so will I." Zhou Laosan knew what kind of person Wangyou was. This girl had extraordinary luck, and now that she was clinging to his coattails, he didn't want to let go.
"Alright, alright, then I'll trouble you to find me some people who are good at raising these livestock." Wangyou said, giving Zhou Laosan two silver notes.
“Okay, no problem.” Full of confidence, Zhou Laosan set off.
Looking at her increasingly outstanding daughter, Madam Yan was overjoyed. Moreover, the assets her daughter now possessed were probably more than the entire Sheng family combined. And this was only because her daughter had been restrained; otherwise, they would have at least doubled.
Wangyou never missed Mr. Zhuang's class. In her words, daily life was already boring enough, so why would she give up the only place where she could watch the excitement?
During class, Wangyou suddenly discovered something: her fourth and fifth older sisters had both developed feelings for the young master, but Wangyou observed that they were probably attracted to his status.
However, it seems that the young master's heart is with his sixth sister, Minglan. He would glance at her from time to time during class, and Minglan seemed to be somewhat attracted to him.
She seemed to be the only one who didn't fit in the class.
"Seventh Sister, do you think I wrote this character correctly?" Sheng Changsong quietly approached Wangyou and asked.
Five-year-old Sheng Changsong has also been brought to class, and now only two-year-old Sheng Changdong, born to Aunt Xiang, is relatively carefree among the Sheng family's children.
Looking at the ink blots on the paper and then at the little guy's expectant eyes, Wangyou really couldn't lie. The writing was so messy that she didn't even know if it was right or wrong.
“Write it again, let Seventh Sister take a look,” Wangyou said with a smile.
“Okay.” Sheng Changsong confidently picked up his pen and wrote.
"Don't grip it like that, grip it like this," Wangyou corrected Sheng Changsong's writing posture.
"Oh, oh!" Sheng Changsong watched his seventh sister demonstrate for him, looking at the characters she wrote and then at his own. The child blushed a little.
"Seventh Sister's handwriting is so beautiful. When will I be able to write like Seventh Sister?"
"You're still young, and your wrist strength isn't enough, so your handwriting will naturally be a bit soft and limp. But you'll get better with more practice."
"Yes, I will definitely practice hard, but how can I practice if I can't get strength in my wrist?"
"When you get back, you can tie a small stone to your wrist to practice. Start with a small one, and when you get used to it, tie a bigger one. Over time, you will gain strength in your wrist."
"Thank you, Seventh Sister, Changsong will remember this."
Wangyou taught him to write a few more words, and then he continued to watch the various sparring matches in class.
Sheng Changsong scratched his head and decided to practice calligraphy anyway, since he couldn't understand it or hear it.
After class, as expected, Rulan and Molan exchanged a few more playful insults before going home to their respective mothers.
On her way back to Shou'an Hall, Minglan was stopped by Qi Heng. The reason the young master blocked Minglan's way was that he wanted to give her a writing brush, the kind that was priceless.
Minglan declined, but Qi Heng didn't care. He stuffed the money into Minglan's hand and hurriedly left.
Mo Lan, Ru Lan, and Wang You witnessed all of this.
What Wangyou was thinking was that this young master was too beastly. Minglan was only twelve years old, and the young master was only sixteen, yet he was already thinking about his life's most important matter.
Mo Lan and Ru Lan were different; they were fighting like madmen, which allowed Ming Lan to take advantage of the situation.
So one by one they went forward, and in no time at all, Minglan gave the two pens to Molan and Rulan.
Seeing this, Wangyou also understood why Sheng Changsong and Minglan were not very close. Minglan was raised by the old lady, so she naturally had many concerns. These concerns made her neglect her younger brother a lot. By the time she remembered him, Changsong had already grown up. In addition, given her nature of not being able to protect even her own things, how could she possibly protect Changsong?
However, Wangyou is more inclined to believe that Minglan is being patient. Based on Minglan's speech in the class on the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children a few years ago, she is definitely not someone who is not clear-headed. In recent years, she has become more and more low-key.
However, if you pretend to be weak to outsmart others for too long, you might actually become a weakling yourself.
After watching the excitement, Wangyou quickly went back. She still had a lot of things to do. However, Wangyou figured that apart from the breeding farm, she didn't plan to expand anything else. Checking the accounts every month was already tiring enough.
"Father, what brings you here?"
"Can't your father come to see you?"
"Sure, why not? But shouldn't you go see my mother?"
"Your mother is helping you with the accounts, she doesn't have time for me," Sheng Hong said with a hint of resentment.
"Alright, what does Dad want to see me about?"
“It’s like this, the two princes in the court are getting more and more intense in their struggle. Do you think Father should take sides? Otherwise, I’ll be anxious every time I go to court!” Sheng Hong didn’t mince words and said it directly.