Ye Zelin didn't understand why she asked him. Seeing that he didn't know, Hua Fushu asked him again, and he replied, "The Analects of Confucius."
Hua Fushu asked again: "Who taught you the first article you read?"
Ye Zelin replied that Ye Shiheng taught him. Hua Fushu then asked, "Which sentence did you read first? Was it your father who taught you that?"
Ye Zelin replied, "The first sentence I read in the Analects was 'To learn and to practice it from time to time, is it not a pleasure?' This was also taught to me by my father."
Hua Fushu stopped asking Ye Zelin and instead asked Ye Shiheng, "Dad, have you also read The Analects?"
Ye Shiheng nodded, and Hua Fushu asked again, "Was it Mr. Xuejiu who taught you, or someone else?"
Ye Shiheng pointed at the old man. Hua Fushu understood and looked at him seriously, "Grandfather Ye, so you have also read The Analects?"
The old man didn't give Hua Fushu a good look, and he even disdained to reply to her.
Hua Fushu patted his waist, sat back down with a swagger, crossed his thighs, and took a deep breath of comfortable air. "They say scholars are scholars. Aren't people who read books scholars? The Four Books and Five Classics, the works of Li Bai and Du Fu, who hasn't read them?"
Her eyes swept over the grandfather and grandson at once, "You, and your father are also scholars, so you are also considered a scholar."
Hua Fushu's gaze finally stopped at General Ye. "All the scholars in the world are just scholars, and they are all useless. Old man, when you say 'useless', are you referring to yourself, the Ye family, or are you referring to all the scholars in the world? Old man, when you open your mouth, you should at least say something nice. Aren't you afraid that all the scholars in the world will spit on you?"
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