Chapter 31 Learn One More Thing

Zong Jincheng was already very angry, but when he heard these words, his defense was completely broken!

He stormed on the spot, yelling, "Bah! If he doesn't want to do it, then don't do it! Who wants to be friends with him! My roof was built so beautifully, and he just destroyed it. I haven't settled the account with him yet!"

"He still wants me to give him the precious horse worth five hundred taels of silver. I will only give it to him if I get kicked in the head by a donkey!"

"Butler Liu, where is Butler Liu? Listen, if Zhai Yao dares to come to the Marquis' Mansion to look for me again in the future, you will be beaten out with three sticks!!"

Butler Liu came over and immediately remembered his young master's words in his heart, saying, "I promise that from now on, not even a bird with the surname Zhai can fly into our mansion!"

Zong Jincheng: “…”

Whose bird has a surname, you idiot!

"I've left dinner in the room for you. You don't have to go to the front hall tonight. Just have a good rest." Xu Wan stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey." The little devil called her awkwardly, his tone stiff.

Xu Wan stopped with her back to him, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Zong Jincheng listened to this mocking call, glared at her back angrily and said, "Twenty taels of silver is too little, I want fifty taels!"

Xu Wan turned around and said with a smile: "You know the normal prices outside, why do you think it's too little?"

Zong Jincheng held it in for a long time, then said unhappily, "That's not enough!"

He added: "Not even enough to support two people until adulthood!"

Xu Wan immediately understood what he meant.

This kid wants to give all the money to the Jingjing siblings.

She replied, "Okay."

Zong Jincheng's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that she would agree so easily.

He thought she would definitely use her half-brother's monthly salary to stop him!

As expected, she knew the difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, and knew that in the end, it was still his word that counted in this family!

However, the little devil's beautiful fantasy didn't last for three seconds before he heard Xu Wan say, "Equivalent exchange. You must memorize the books and understand their meanings and write them down. In recognition of your hard work, I will give you fifty taels of silver every month."

Zong Jincheng: “!!!”

Just know that there is no such cheap good thing!!!

"you……!"

"you……!"

The little devil pointed at her with great anguish, looking aggrieved as if he had been plotted against.

But he knew that all his ways were blocked. If he wanted to get money from her, he had to do what she asked!

He hates!

Xu Wan smiled and slapped his finger away, saying, "It's very rude to point at others. Young Master, just have a good rest today. I'll have someone prepare the translation and send it to your study tomorrow. According to your habit of reciting books, I'll have Shunzi read it to you sentence by sentence. Come on!"

Zong Jincheng: “…”

If the cold wind could talk, it would be playing the sad erhu now.

Shunzi saw Xu Wan off, closed the gate and ran back.

He brought out the food from the house and placed it on the small stone table in the courtyard, saying, "Young Master, please eat first. You can't go hungry even if the matter is serious. Today we have your favorite steamed duck with jade."

Zong Jincheng turned his anger into motivation after hearing this. He tore off a piece of duck leg and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering to himself, "Eat! I want to eat back all the abuse I suffered!"

"Oh, right," the little devil suddenly remembered something, "ask someone to buy some quilts, some clothes, some medicine for wounds, and any remaining money, and send them all to Jing Jing."

"Ah?" Shunzi was puzzled. "All... all? Give him all the twenty taels of silver?"

The little devil said firmly: "Yes, give it all to him!"

…

As soon as Xu Wan returned, she arranged to prepare a translation for the little devil.

There are hundreds of maids and servants in the mansion, and many of them can read and write. But when it comes to translating classical Chinese, this task is more appropriately left to professional teachers.

That night, following Xu Wan's orders, the Marquis' Mansion quickly invited a dozen teachers to translate all the more than 100 books that Zong Jincheng had memorized and transcribed them on paper.

The next morning, Zong Wenxiu was stunned when he saw the hundreds of translated versions.

"This... can actually be translated and compiled into a book?"

Isn't it enough to memorize ancient Chinese texts by yourself, then listen to the teacher's explanation while you recite, and at the same time write down a few key explanations by hand to remember them?

Why is it translated word for word, making it so... so formal? !

Zong Wenxiu was enlightened.

Not only did I admire Xu Wan's thoughtful and efficient method, I also admired the fact that she was able to complete such a huge amount of copying in just one night.

My wife is very caring towards my brother.

Regardless of whether Zong Jincheng was moved or not, Zong Wenxiu was already moved on his behalf.

Zong Jincheng yawned as he came over and was shocked to see the scene. He took a big step back and said in horror, "Why are there so many? Aren't there only a hundred or so?"

"Could it be that Xu Wan secretly put other books in there without telling me?"

“How despicable!!!”

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

Brother, you don't need to have such a rich brain.

Shunzi was an expert, and he explained, "Young Master, you misunderstood. The number of words in the translation is supposed to be more than the original book, so there are so many."

Although there were hundreds of books packed in there, he still felt a sense of pressure...

But thinking that he was just reading and the one who was reciting was his own son, Shunzi felt that he was good enough.

A friend of the Tao dies, but poverty of the Tao does not die.

Zong Jincheng curled his lips and said, "It seems that I can't finish memorizing it in one month."

He was very confident in his memory, but he just couldn't find the time.

"Yes, I can recite it all by heart." Zong Wenxiu said.

He understood his brother's situation very well and believed that as long as his brother worked hard, he could really memorize the whole thing.

"Ah? How do I recite it?"

Zong Wenxiu took a deep breath and said, "As long as you increase the time you spend reciting the text from one hour to two hours every day, you will definitely be able to finish it."

God knows how jealous he was when he said this.

His younger brother only studied for one hour a day, but he could remember more than he could in six hours. It was a devastating blow!

Zong Jincheng immediately got angry when he heard this and said unconvincedly: "I clearly spend several hours in the study every day!!!"

"You close your eyes and memorize, so you accidentally fall asleep at least eight times a day." Zong Wenxiu made the number eight gesture, then counted on his fingers, "The rest of the time you're either kicking the table, throwing books, throwing brushes, fiddling with the inkstone, or tapping the corner of the table..."

Every time Zong Wenxiu finished speaking, Zong Jincheng's face turned darker, until it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

The little devil started to make trouble, "Aren't you studying hard? Why are you observing me so carefully!!"

"I don't want to either..." Zong Wenxiu said helplessly, "You always interrupt my study, so I stopped to look at you."

Zong Jincheng: “…”

After all the calculations, why is it my fault?

So angry!