Chapter 441: The No.1 Scholar’s ​​Dark Moonlight Ex-wife 09

Goudan nodded repeatedly as if he had grasped a lifeline. "Right, right, right. As a son, you are still young. You should be close to your teachers and friends, and learn etiquette."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Han Ziwen cautiously, with a hint of expectation and uneasiness in his eyes.

Han Ziwen's face didn't show much expression. He said calmly, "Stretch out your hand."

A trace of fear flashed in Goudan's eyes, but he finally slowly stretched out his hand and handed it to Han Ziwen.

Han Ziwen raised the ruler and placed it on Goudan's palm. "Since you were able to recite it fluently before, I'll only hit you once this time."

But with a snap, the sound of the ruler hitting the palm was crisp and loud.

Goudan's little hands clenched involuntarily, tears welled up in his eyes, and he began to sob softly.

Han Ziwen's voice became even more stern. "Man, man, hold back your tears!"

Goudan could only bite his lips tightly and hold back his tears, preventing them from rolling down.

Shen Xinran looked at Goudan's pitiful appearance and shook her head. She seriously suspected that Han Ziwen was taking revenge on her own!

With the help of Han Ziwen's stick, Goudan was reciting the Three Character Classic all the time.

That morning, a group of villagers passed by the fields and saw Goudan herding sheep while reciting "Three Character Classic".

One of the villagers, who was carrying a hoe, said with emotion: "Goudan is becoming more and more obedient. It seems that Han Xiucai's teachings are really effective."

A village woman in blue clothes said with envy, "I heard that Grandpa Goudan is going to send him to the city to be an apprentice when he grows up."

After the blue-clothed village woman finished speaking, she looked at her child who was still playing in the mud and sighed, "I wonder when my donkey will become successful."

A village woman carrying a vegetable basket said tentatively, "What if we also send our child to the Han family and let Mr. Han teach him? Would that be okay?"

The village woman in blue immediately agreed, "I think it's fine. Whether Han Xiucai teaches one person or a group, it's still teaching. It's better for our children to follow him than to play in the mud in the fields!"

The villagers immediately agreed to entrust the children to Han Ziwen. That afternoon, they walked together to Han's house.

They smiled and said to Han Ziwen, "Ziwen, can we send our children to study here?"

Han Ziwen frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, but I can only teach in the morning."

When the villagers heard Han Ziwen agreed, they said "OK"

That night, the front of Han's house became very lively, and villagers came in an endless stream to send all kinds of gifts.

Some are fresh vegetables grown at home, some are steaming buns fresh from the oven, and some are carefully woven baskets and handmade clothes.

Han Ziwen was teaching the children in the yard. His voice was steady and powerful. "I asked you to recite the Three Character Classic earlier. Do you know the meaning of each sentence..."

Shen Xinran sat in a rocking chair in the corner, leisurely reading a storybook. She had already finished "Swordsman" and this one was a new one she had bought.

However, she still couldn't forget "Sword Proud of the World" and didn't know when the sixth volume would come out.

From time to time, she could hear the screams of children. Shen Xinran just found it funny. She was now certain that Han Ziwen was seeking revenge.

Han Ziwen was always particularly strict with the children who scolded him that day, and he hit them even harder.

Of course, Shen Xinran had to admit that she had some revenge in asking Goudan to learn to read, because he had called her an old witch.

In this regard, she and Han Ziwen are about the same.

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At lunch that day, Han Ziwen suddenly looked up at Yue Hongying and said, "Mom, I have to go to the county town this afternoon and may be back late. You don't have to cook dinner for me."

Yue Hongying put down her chopsticks and nodded, "Okay, go and do your thing."

Han Ziwen turned to Shen Xinran again and asked, "Is there anything you want to bring back?"

Shen Xinran frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said: "I have finished reading my storybooks. Please bring me two storybooks."

She originally wanted to ask Han Ziwen to help her find out whether the sixth volume of "Swordsman" was out, but she swallowed the words back when they came to her lips.

If Han Ziwen knew that she was reading a book like this, who knows what he would think of her.

Han Ziwen nodded, and after finishing his meal, he set off.

Less than an hour after Han Ziwen left, the clouds in the sky gradually changed from their original pure white to a gray one. There was a hint of coolness in the breeze, and the leaves began to rustle.

Yue Hongying stood at the door, her gaze across the yard to the sky, her brow furrowed, "It won't rain, will it?"

Shen Xinran also raised his head, glanced at the gray sky, and nodded, "It looks like it's going to rain."

Yue Hongying's voice was filled with obvious worry. "Ziwen didn't bring an umbrella when he went out. I don't know if he'll get caught in the rain."

Shen Xinran smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. He will definitely be able to find a way."

After Shen Xinran finished speaking, a drizzle began to fall from the sky, like countless fine needles caressing the earth, softly and silently.

The raindrops were as fine as cow hair, gently falling on the roof, making a slight "rustling" sound.

The pedestrians were not in a hurry, and many people didn't even hold umbrellas, letting the drizzle brush across their cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.

Some children even stuck out their tongues to try to catch the water drops falling from the sky.

But at night, the drizzle gradually became denser, the raindrops began to grow larger, and the intensity also increased.

The rustling sound on the roof turned into a tapping sound, and traces of raindrops sliding down the eaves began to appear.

Shen Xinran watched Yue Hongying pick up the umbrella, and she quickly asked, "Mom, where are you going?"

Yue Hongying's face was full of worry. "Ziwen didn't bring an umbrella. I'll go get him one."

Shen Xinran sighed, "You wait at home, or I'll go."

After saying that, she took the umbrella and rushed into the increasingly dense rain.

There was only one main road from the village to the county town. Shen Xinran hurried along this road. The rain became heavier and heavier, and her trouser legs were soon wet by the rain.

After walking for half an hour, Shen Xinran finally saw Han Ziwen.

He was wearing a traditional straw raincoat and a conical hat, and walked steadily in the rain alone, appearing calm and unhurried.

Shen Xinran stopped and said, the male protagonist is an adult, how could he not think of a way to deal with the rain? Yue Hongying's worries were obviously unnecessary.

Han Ziwen saw Shen Xinran, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He put his hands behind his back and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shen Xinran explained: "Mother is worried about you, so she insisted on coming out to bring you an umbrella."

Han Ziwen nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back first."

Shen Xinran glanced at Han Ziwen for a moment longer. For some reason, she felt that Han Ziwen looked at her with a hint of guilt.