Chapter 7 Madam

In the pavilion, the teenagers who had handed in their papers stared at a white wall in front of them. Behind the wall was a room full of bookshelves.

In the middle of the room, there was a black wooden desk. Mr. Shen and Butler Wu stood in front of the desk, looking down at everyone's answer sheets.

After a long while, the two looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed.

"Most people didn't even remember one-tenth of it, and the better ones probably only remembered 20% to 30%."

Manager Wu smiled bitterly.

Mr. Shen picked through the pile of papers and took out four answer sheets.

"Among these few, about 40% can remember, which is considered a good seedling."

Wu Guanjia picked up the papers, looked at them, nodded, and then sighed, "Sir, you are right. These are the three students. There is another one who has also been studying for six or seven years."

"That's normal." Mr. Shen was not surprised. "Except for those who are truly geniuses, the more they learn, the better they will learn. Apart from other things, after studying for a few years, you have more or less mastered the method of memorizing."

"As for a genius who is born with knowledge, how can it be so easy to meet one?"

As he spoke, he casually rummaged through the pile of papers.

After a while, he held an answer sheet in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hey, are there any missed answers?" Manager Wu looked at his expression, curiously leaned over to take a look, and then he felt that this answer sheet looked particularly familiar.

"Isn't this...Zheng Fa's?"

Wu Guanshi was deeply impressed by Zheng Fa.

He even paid special attention to the other party's answer sheet. After reading it, he had only one feeling - what a joke! Not a single word was correct! Thinking of how he had sworn that Zheng Fa had something in his stomach, even though Wu Guanshi had experienced a lot, he felt a little embarrassed.

Mr. Shen ignored him and just looked at the test paper in silence for a long time. Then he suddenly raised his head and bowed to him and said, "Brother Wu, I have seen your keen eyes!"

"..." Manager Wu lowered his head and looked at Zheng Fa's answer sheet again. He felt that it was offensive to his eyes. Of course, his face turned black. "Mr. Shen, I know you are testing the book boy, which is like killing a chicken with a butcher knife. I am angry. But you are being sarcastic to me, which is not fair! We are just following orders."

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Mr. Shen waved his hands and explained more sincerely: "I really admire your vision!"

Manager Wu was unwilling to believe his nonsense. He just felt that this scholar was good at making people angry. Who could stand his serious and mocking face?

"Yes! I know, I was wrong! I shouldn't have trusted this Zheng kid. Are my eyes blind today?"

"Brother Wu, you don't know that Zheng Fa's answer is quite extraordinary!"

"What's so special about it? It looks like there are so many words written, but not even a single word is right..."

Faced with Zheng Fa's horrible answer sheet, Butler Wu felt that Mr. Shen was scolding him for being blind.

"Just half a word is right!" Mr. Shen clapped his hands and exclaimed in praise.

"……ah?"

Mr. Shen put Zheng Fa's answer sheet aside, and took out the original text of "The Classic of Purity and Tranquility" and compared the two.

"Did you find out?"

"What?"

"At first glance, there is not a single correct word in the 'Classic of Purity and Tranquility' written by Zheng Fa. But look carefully!" Mr. Shen pointed at Zheng Fa's answer sheet with one hand and the original text with the other, comparing them word by word.

"…Is it really only half true?"

It took Manager Wu a long time to figure it out.

Zheng Fa's answer sheet was very strange. For almost every word, he only wrote part of it correctly.

If you don't look carefully, it's hard to even understand what's written on the paper.

"What did you see?" Mr. Shen's tone was a little excited.

"I see... a desperate but hard-working illiterate?"

"…This shows that this child is really talented!" Mr. Shen pointed at Zheng Fa's answer sheet and said, "Although the words he wrote are all wrong, if you compare them, he almost got 90% of the original text right!"

"Never forget what you see?" Butler Wu began to understand what Mr. Shen meant.

"Yes, for someone who can't read to remember these words in such a short time, the only explanation is that he has a photographic memory."

"So you're really not mocking me..."

"Of course not! Although photographic memory is somewhat strange, to be honest, I have heard of such people before. But there is one thing that makes me think this boy is extraordinary."

"What?" Manager Wu also became interested.

"Look, each of these characters he wrote seems to be missing some strokes, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that these characters he wrote actually have their own rules. I even have a feeling that he has his own way of writing each character, and this way of writing almost retains the essence of the character itself."

After hearing this, Manager Wu was not very convinced.

Creating a font all by yourself? This is not something that can be explained by genius, this is called evil.

"Is it possible that he just didn't remember the correct glyphs?"

"This..." Deep down, Mr. Shen felt that what Manager Wu said made sense, and his own guess was too ridiculous.

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Thinking of this, Mr. Shen shook his head: "No matter what, if we talk about talent, I think Zheng Fa should be the best among this group of people."

Manager Wu was delighted when he heard this: "I told you, my eyes can never be wrong! This guy is a talent!"

"But from the answer sheet, we can tell that his family is probably average, he hasn't received much education, and he's old. Even though he has some talent, it's hard for him to develop into something great in a short period of time. I'm afraid Madam won't look down on him." Mr. Shen said with a bit of regret.

At this time, it was Manager Wu who put Zheng Fa's answer sheet into the four previously selected answer sheets and held it in his hand.

"You don't understand our wife." He smiled and walked outside: "For the wife..."

"Family background," he pointed across the wall at the young men who were still eagerly waiting, "These people may be rich or poor, but they are all children of servants."

"Knowledge," he turned around and pointed at himself, then at Mr. Shen: "It's just like that. If it's useful, use it. If it's not useful, change it."

"I bet that among these people, the one who will be chosen must be this guy named Zheng. My wife values ​​talent."

Holding a few answer sheets, he walked towards the depths of the mansion, passing the lotus pond and crossing the back garden.

Until we arrived at a small two-story building.

Upstairs, there were sounds of stringed instruments.

He walked up the agarwood staircase to the second floor, which was covered with heavy curtains. Through the gauze curtains, he could see a soft and graceful figure lying on a wide, low couch.

The woman supported her head with one hand, listening to the music played by three young girls in the corner, while she lazily played with the golden hairpin in her other hand.

Butler Wu didn't dare to raise his eyes or say a word.

Just standing quietly in front of the curtain.

After a long time, the song ended.

The woman raised her hand and gently tapped the jade ring hanging on the curtain with the head of the golden hairpin in her hand.

Ding~The clear sound penetrates through the layers of curtains.

Butler Wu knew that he could speak now.

"Madam, today I am selecting a book boy for the Seventh Young Master. I have brought a few acceptable answer sheets."

Ding~ A young girl walked out slowly, took the answer sheet from Butler Wu, and turned back to the bed.

He handed a few answer sheets to the person on the bed.

(End of this chapter)