...Futu suddenly felt a headache coming on.

He no longer wanted to be tested.

"Grandpa, I'm sick today. I need to take medicine and rest." She said, looking at Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu nodded. The child was telling the truth!

Old Su, the scholar, was even more displeased, feeling that the two of them had conspired to deceive him.

He carried a cane and walked towards the next village.

The ground was white. He saw a little girl walking and crying, and kindly asked, "Little girl, don't cry. The wind is strong and the snow is heavy. It's going to snow today. Go home early."

When Gu Li saw Old Scholar Su, all the resentment, grievances, and sadness in her heart burst forth.

"You old codger, get out of my way."

After saying that, he pushed Old Scholar Su away.

The elderly scholar Su could not withstand such a push; his cane fell to the ground, and his back ached so much that he could not straighten up.

He watched helplessly as Gu Li left.

He slowly stood up and, enduring the pain, walked towards Doctor Liu's house.

When Doctor Liu saw Old Scholar Su, he immediately smiled: "Futu just went back, what's wrong with you now, brother?"

"My dear grandson has been here?" Old Scholar Su was taken aback and asked.

Doctor Liu nodded, and an embarrassment flashed across Old Scholar Su's face. He then pointed to his waist and said, "The roads were slippery in the snow, and I fell."

Doctor Liu touched Old Su's waist; the fall was quite severe. If it had been someone else, they would have been buried in the snow.

Looking at Old Su, the scholar, with disapproval on his face, he said, "Don't go out alone in the future. It's dangerous with strong winds and heavy snow."

Old Su, the scholar, nodded.

In the Su family courtyard.

Lu Wujiu stared at Futu and asked, "Does your mother know about the strange thing about you?"

Fu Tu suddenly raised his eyes, a sinister and violent aura emerging: "Don't tell my mother."

He warned Lu Wujiu, word by word.