Chapter 241 The younger brother comforts his elder brother

Not to mention Baili Xi, Xu Wan was also quite surprised.

She originally thought that Zong Jincheng was just a learning genius, but she didn't expect that this guy seemed to have the ability to govern a country. However, this ability was not taught by her.

Prince...

What exactly did he say to Jincheng?

In the courtyard.

Zong Wenxiu ran faster and faster, and when he saw that there was no one around, he started throwing down his tears madly again.

"Brother, brother, wait for me." The little devil shouted from behind.

Zong Wenxiu ran faster and faster, obviously not wanting to wait for him.

The little devil was in a hurry to catch up, still yelling: "Mom said that personal attacks cannot escalate after the game. I just want to win, but that doesn't mean that's my true position."

The kid ran panting, and didn't stop until he reached his brother's yard. Zong Wenxiu stood beside the basin, raised his hands and splashed water on his face, letting the cool water make his brain clearer.

The tears were washed away.

But still, I still want to cry...

He squatted on the ground, letting the water on his face flow down his neck and drip onto his body. If it were in the past, even if there were maids in the mansion to help him wash his clothes, he would not want to bother others. But today, he really couldn't help it, and the whole person was as fragile as a baby.

"Brother, I'm sorry. I said too much. Those were all twisted theories. You must not believe them." The little devil comforted him while wiping his face with a towel. "Our court is so good, the prince is so good, and there are no treacherous ministers. The pig-raising theory is just my wild speculation. It is not true at all."

Zong Wenxiu squatted on the ground and said hoarsely, "But it is true that a huge amount of property was confiscated from each of them."

The little devil grumbled and said, "Corrupt officials, if they can't find money at home, then what's the point of calling them corrupt officials? Isn't that bringing shame to the name of corrupt officials?"

"You..." Zong Wenxiu looked at him blankly, with tears still welling up in the corners of his eyes.

The little devil quickly wiped his wound again, mumbling, "If I had known I would make you cry, I would not have said any more nonsense. I am getting too carried away with the argument. Oh no, it's nonsense, I am getting too carried away with the argument."

The kid now used the same words that Zong Wenxiu used to describe himself: "I also think that the pig-raising theory is very bad and will never exist. Because if there really is such a shameful thing, it is impossible for every generation of rulers to have kept it secret for thousands of years. They are not from the same class."

Zong Wenxiu burst into laughter, took the towel from his hand and wiped himself: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I promised not to lie to you. It's all because of this bad argument that made me misunderstand that I would lie. I won't participate next time." The little devil said with a smile, as if he didn't care at all.

Just this casual attitude is enough for him to study for a long time.

Zong Wenxiu stood up and sat on a stool next to him and said, "But I think what you said makes sense. If we really compare the lives of a few good officials with the lives of 16 million people, whether it is the people in power or myself, we will choose the people. But the good officials... the good officials are innocent. Why do they have to suffer such injustice?"

The little devil quickly came over and sat next to him, tilting his head and saying, "I think this is unavoidable. Each of us only considers good and evil, black and white, and our own positions. But the superiors have to consider the entire people and officials, so even if they really use some dirty tricks, it is the result of weighing the pros and cons."

"Weighing the pros and cons..." Zong Wenxiu muttered these words in a low voice.

He thought of his grandfather again.

So, after working so hard for the court for so many years, Yan Xiang, who was about to lose his family and relatives just because he embezzled a thousand taels, was sacrificed in this way after weighing the pros and cons?

Seeing that his brother was about to be disappointed and sad again, the little devil quickly led him to another place and advised: "But at this time, we must find a way to prevent ourselves from running against the people. And if such a treacherous minister really appears, we must not be a blatant target to offend him. Before getting rid of the treacherous minister, we must first protect ourselves and survive."

Zong Wenxiu was stunned after hearing this, and he seemed to understand.

His younger brother is teaching him not to be so straight.

You don't have to be afraid of power, but you must learn to avoid its edge and not be burned by it.

The little devil kept on nagging: "Brother, I know you are kind, but being too kind will make you bullied. Think about Qin Shi, you actually have a similar temper to him. If you end up in the cannibalistic officialdom in the future, and you only distinguish between right and wrong and are straightforward, you will offend many people who will bully you."

Zong Wenxiu lowered his brows and whispered, "I just want to be a good official who works for the people. I don't want to get involved in the struggles in the officialdom."

"But you can't avoid this just because you don't want to get involved." The little devil said seriously, his dark eyes sparkling.

Zong Wenxiu pursed his lips and said, "So I have to find a way to learn how to be a good official while having the ability to protect myself."

The little devil smiled and nodded: "Yes, mother also gave you a homework, you have to write how to defeat the corrupt officials, you can vent your anger in the article."

Zong Wenxiu nodded and said, "I will write well. I can defeat him."

The little devil clenched his fist and said to him: "Of course, my brother is super powerful!"

Zong Wenxiu burst out laughing.

He doesn't have the confidence of his brother...

But he can learn.

Zong Wenxiu nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'm super good, I can do it."

Seeing that his brother was following his lead, the little devil raised his tail in delight. He even pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Your article is easy to write, but mine is hard. I just played the role of a bad official for a few days, and now I have to rack my brains to think about how to be a good official. All I can think of now is: kill all those stupid good officials who scolded me."

Zong Wenxiu was amused by him and said jokingly, "Then calm down."

"Hey, brother, let's go back then. Mom is still waiting for us there." The little devil acted coquettishly towards him and pulled him to get up.

Zong Wenxiu said awkwardly: "Let me change my clothes. I'm a little wet."

Thinking about what he did just now when he was out of control of his emotions, it was really embarrassing. It was the first time he lost control like this, and in front of his brother who was two years younger than him. It was so embarrassing.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

The two boys returned to the study and saw that their brothers were resurrected with full blood. Baili Xi stroked his beard with satisfaction and prepared to start the next lecture. Xu Wan was about to leave while talking to Baili Weihong.

"Mom, I have something to tell you." The little devil called her.

Baili Weihong said goodbye to them and returned to her own yard.

Xu Wan took the kid to the pavilion outside, enjoying the early summer breeze, and smiled and praised, "Good job, kid. You finally used your skills of coaxing your brother in the right way."

If it were any other time, the little devil would have boasted about himself with a smile on his face, but now not only was he not proud, he was still serious.

Soon Xu Wan heard the nine-year-old boy ask her in the breeze: "Mother, will our mansion be the pig to be slaughtered?"