After dinner, the old man came to work.
He took off the imperial green ring on his thumb that he had worn for many years and placed it on the coffee table.
The whole family was shocked when they saw the ring being taken off, not only because of the value of the ring itself, but also because of the meaning it represented.
This ring is a symbol of the Qin family's power, and the signal released by the old man by taking off the ring is undoubtedly that he is going to choose a new power.
The choice of style is decided by the grandchildren of the first and second wives.
“Grandpa Zeng will give you a question. Whoever answers it quickly and accurately will get the ring, okay?” The old man looked at the second wife, then at the first wife, and made the decision.
Qin Xiao stepped forward and said, "Dad, aren't you being too hasty?"
The old man waved his hands and said, "I just want to have fun. I don't mean any other things. Don't speculate."
Although he said this, everyone knew that the child who finally got the ring would be recognized by the old man as the future successor of the Qin family.
So the second room immediately pulled Leo over and gave him a stern warning, telling him to give it his all and not to fall behind.
On the other hand, in the first wife's side, Qin Yunlang and Qiao Zhixia were both very relaxed and didn't take it seriously at all.
Qiao Zhixia pulled Yibao over, bent down, and said to him softly, "Yibao, your brother, are you willing to accept the test from Grandpa Zeng?"
"What kind of test?" Yibao asked seriously.
"It's just like playing a quiz game with Grandpa Zeng. It doesn't matter whether you know the answer or not. The important thing is to participate..."
After hearing what Qiao Zhixia said, the people in the second room relaxed slightly.
Su Huilan muttered in a low voice, "How can a wild kid who was taught by farmers compare with Leo who has been receiving aristocratic education?"
Although Leo loves to eat, he is also smart. One time, when the waffles given to him were one piece less than the previous ones, he noticed it immediately. He is not stupid.
Wang Shan and Qin Jibo also have confidence in their son and believe that he can win glory for the second house.
Because the children were still young, the grandfather only asked a simple arithmetic question at first, "A crab has eight legs. How many legs do three crabs have?"
After hearing this, Leo immediately started counting on his fingers.
However, Yibao used the multiplication formula his mother taught him and blurted out the answer: "Three times eight is twenty-four, and three crabs have twenty-four legs."
The eldest wife was not surprised by this at all. This kind of question was not challenging at all for the young boy, Yangzai.
But the grandfather and the second wife were secretly surprised. After all, the child was only two years old, and usually children over two years old couldn't speak fluently, let alone multiplication mnemonics. Even if they memorized them, they didn't know how to use them.
In the second room, except for Qin Jichen, everyone was holding their breath, looking at their precious child who was still working hard and calculating the answer, and they felt like they were slapped twice.
The old man looked at the precocious Yebao, and his cloudy eyes brightened up. He obviously realized that this problem was a little too simple for Yebao.
"Then Grandpa Zeng will ask you a more difficult question. Listen carefully. There are eighteen chickens and rabbits, with a total of fifty-two legs. Do you know how many chickens and rabbits there are?"
When this question was asked, the whole family fell silent. They did not expect that their grandfather would give a two-year-old child such a simple question.
Qin Jibo sneered: "How can this be answered?"
Leo, who was still counting the crab legs, was completely confused after hearing this.
Qin Yunlang also smiled. Although he had never taught the two little kids to solve the chicken-rabbit cage problem, they had played a lot of related mind-opening games.
He looked at Haodaer and waited to see.
And Yibao did not disappoint his father. Facing the gazes of the whole family, he thought about it and calmly told his solution.
"Rabbits have four legs, and chickens have two legs. That's not fair. Let all the chickens spread their wings as their other two legs. That way, all eighteen animals will have four legs. 18 times 4 equals 72..."
Yibao's mental arithmetic ability once again surprised everyone, including Qiao Zhixia. Although she had taught him before, she was not disappointed that he could really learn it now, but she did not expect that he could really do it fluently.
"72 legs minus the original 52 legs, the extra 20 legs are the chicken wings, and 20 divided by 2 equals 10, which is the chicken. Finally, 18 minus 10 equals 8, which is the rabbit. So there are 10 chickens and 8 rabbits, right?"
Yibao is very articulate and logical, and doesn't seem like a child under three years old at all. Even his grandfather finds his way of solving problems novel.
After personally calculating it using the old method and discovering that he was right, the old man and the second wife were all shocked.
Qin Jibo finally died with a hanging heart.
How does that little bastard know so much?
“Hahaha… Great! It’s true that the disciple is better than the master. My Qin family has a good successor.” The old man clapped his hands and laughed.
Seeing that Yibao was trying to steal his limelight as soon as he opened his mouth, Leo, who had already found that his hands and feet were not enough, immediately started to act like a big boss, sitting on the bed, throwing tantrums and crying loudly.
"Get him away... He stole my great-grandfather... Get him away..." Leo, who was overnourished, was much taller and heavier than a child of his two years old. When he got angry, he would kick and thrash around, and no one could stop him.
"Dad, arithmetic is not Leo's strong point. It's not fair to compete like this." Qin Xiao was afraid that the ring would be handed to Xiao Yibao immediately, so he immediately stood up to fight for the opportunity for his grandson.
"Oh! The company you want to choose to inherit doesn't know accounting, so how can accounting be so important?" Su Huilan also stepped forward to lobby.
"Then how do you think we should compare fairly?" The old man was too lazy to even raise his eyelids, the scales in his heart already leaning towards the eldest wife.
"Let's talk about calligraphy. Don't you often say that the handwriting reflects the body?" Qin Xiao's eyes were full of calculation. His grandson had no other specialties, but he had some talent in writing calligraphy.
The old man looked towards the eldest room and asked, "Have you ever practiced calligraphy, kid?"
"Yibao likes painting, and he has also practiced calligraphy a few times." Qin Yunlang replied.
The old man also ordered someone to bring in two sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and gave one to each child.
He usually loves calligraphy, and believes that writing can calm the mind, and he can also judge the writer's character by the words he writes.
"Then each of you should write a few words for Grandpa Zeng to see..."
Yibao took the brush and stared at the snow-white rice paper with a focused expression. He took a deep breath and then began to write.
Although his writing style is immature, it reveals an unusual steadiness. Each stroke appears powerful and smooth, as if he has long been accustomed to this style of writing.
At the same time, Leo also picked up the pen, but his movements seemed a little clumsy. He tried to imitate Yibao's writing style, but he was always unable to do it. His pen tip trembled on the paper, and the ink was sometimes thick and sometimes thin. It was obvious that he was not familiar with calligraphy.
The old man stood aside, his eyes scanning the two children. He looked at Yibao's confident and smooth writing and couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
When he turned his gaze to Leo, his brows slightly wrinkled. Although Leo tried hard to perform better, his writing skills were obviously not comparable to Yibao's.
"Good, good!" The old man finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of excitement, "Yibao, your handwriting is good, indeed with a certain charm. It seems that you are not only good at arithmetic, but also have a talent for calligraphy..."