Chapter 32 Zhai Yao comes to cause trouble

Zong Jincheng complained for a while, and the sleepiness disappeared.

Shunzi came over with the translation, ready to start from the simplest part. He read the original text first, then read the translation at the back, which left Zong Jincheng speechless for a while.

If he had known he had to memorize the entire text, he would have done it all at once last time. As a result, he now has to waste time listening to the original text again.

It's numb.

"When people are born, they are all kind-hearted. Their natural instincts are not much different, but it is the different environments and education they receive that lead to huge differences in their habits." Shunzi was reading the translation.

Because the goal was not only to memorize the translation but also to be able to write it down from memory, Zong Jincheng did not want to listen to the original text for the third time, so he decided to memorize the translation while writing it down from memory while Shunzi read the original text for the second time.

He picked up the pen, looked at the book spread out on the table, and said, "Man is born good. Is that what it says?"

He started writing on the rice paper, and the character "人" (person) filled half the page.

Shunzi glanced at it, his mouth twitching as he said, "Sir, the words need to be smaller, and they can't take up half the paper."

Zong Wenxiu, who was about to read his book, said: "..."

He was worried and came to check, and heard his brother's arrogant words: "What's wrong with half a piece of paper? Can't you just buy more paper? Doesn't she want to pay for this young master?"

Shunzi's forehead twitched, but he still said in a friendly voice: "Madam has not restricted the use of paper, please continue..."

Upon hearing this, Zong Jincheng continued to write the character "之" on the other half of the paper. Although it looked a bit ugly and the strokes were messy, at least it was written correctly.

"Hmm... Not bad, not bad, very talented!" The little devil's self-praise mode was triggered.

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

Well, he needs to get used to his brother's blind self-confidence as soon as possible.

Thinking this way, Zong Wenxiu still taught him how to write small characters as he was responsible, and also explained the basic writing techniques to him.

Zong Jincheng was smart, understood things quickly, and got the hang of things very quickly.

The sense of accomplishment is the fastest way to get people excited. The more the little devil writes, the more confident he becomes. He picks up his brush and starts painting.

"Change the paper, grind the ink, I can write another dozen!"

After the morning passed, Cuizhi came in and called the two young masters to have dinner, but when she saw a pile of rice paper, she was completely stunned.

"Oh my god! This... this was all written by Master Cheng?"

Zong Jincheng was holding a pen in his mouth, swinging his legs, with a nonchalant and complacent expression on his face. He answered her, "Of course it's me. Am I handsome?"

"Handsome! Very handsome!" Cuizhi praised generously, "He is so handsome that the sky collapses, the earth cracks, the sun and the moon lose their luster, and even the gods and ghosts are eclipsed!"

"If you continue to be so handsome, other young masters will be overwhelmed by you!"

"Master Cheng is awesome!!"

From that day on, the little devil found the joy of writing and he would draw in the study every day. No matter how ugly his handwriting was, as long as he drew, it was fine!

He did not only paint with black ink, he asked people to buy various red, green and colorful inks, and treated writing as painting, exploring the joy of writing in various ways.

It was also the first time that Zong Wenxiu saw that his younger brother could actually study with him for several hours in a row!

It will definitely work!

He will definitely be able to meet the lady's requirements within a month!

But Xu Wan started to get anxious.

Although the progress is very smooth, this is still a hammer transaction. Once the little devil completes the learning task of this stage, he will have to move on.

A forward-looking leader must learn to plan ahead.

At this time, the Marquis's Mansion received an invitation letter.

Half a month later, the Crown Princess celebrated her birthday and invited all the nobles to the palace to celebrate.

Adults and children all went, including Zhai Yao and his friends.

Xu Wan thought, it's time to use him to set a trap for Zong Jincheng. What should she do?

The little devil who was addicted to writing had not yet realized that his "evil" stepmother had started to plot against him again. He was still happily changing pens in the study, using a thick pen to write simple words and a thin pen to write complex words. When he wrote something bad, he would change a new piece of paper.

Days go by.

The study was filled with more and more rice paper and there were fewer and fewer translations to memorize, so Zong Jincheng spent more and more time in the study.

The atmosphere in the Marquis's Mansion became more harmonious day by day.

When they entered the palace that day, the three of them sat in the carriage, and the harmonious atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Zong Jincheng glared at her as soon as he got in the car: "You have to go to the palace for a whole day, and I haven't finished painting the Warring States Policy yet. Can't the children not go? Why do you insist that I go?"

Xu Wan said slowly, "You have to study gradually and combine work with rest. Staying in the study for so long every day reading books is very harmful to your eyes and cervical spine. I don't want you to grow up to be hunchbacked at such a young age. I won't be able to explain to your grandmother if you do that."

"Humph, you're afraid that grandma will get angry too. If she knew that you've been bullying me for the past two months, she would definitely skin you alive!"

Xu Wan sneered: "Dream on, little brat."

What happened in the mansion, the old lady didn't know? She didn't want to expose the little devil's fantasy. This kid's infinite optimism was simply laughable.

Zong Jincheng turned his head away from her, but he was a chatterbox after all, and before he could hold back for a moment he began to speak to Zong Wenxiu: "Follow me when you enter the palace and don't run around. I'll lead you and I guarantee you won't make any mistakes. This is also the first time for someone to enter the palace, and making mistakes in the palace is very serious. I want to see how she handles it."

Zong Wenxiu nodded: "I will listen to you."

Xu Wan looked at his nose and his heart, and was not bothered by his ridicule from a distance.

Although she was a new wife of a marquis, she had no party, no enemies, and no husband in the capital. Although the marquis's mansion was rich, the nobles looked down on old ladies who came from a merchant family and paid little attention to them.

Even if there were, they would look down on her. As long as she didn't stand out and cause trouble, most of those noble ladies would not bother her and would at most ignore her like air.

However, before they could enter the East Palace, the three were stopped.

The little boy standing in front of him, who looked to be about eight or nine years old, stared at Zong Jincheng angrily and shouted, "Zong Jincheng, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

"Zhai Yao?" When Zong Jincheng saw that it was him, all the bad memories came flooding back. He said unhappily, "Are you sick? Why are you blocking me? Are you looking for trouble?"

Zhai Yao sneered: "I just didn't expect that the future young marquis of the dignified Yuanyang Marquisate would be so stingy that he would take back the things he gave away. Is your family really so poor that you can't even afford to eat?"

Zong Jincheng finally understood that it was all about the precious horse. He was immediately furious and shouted back righteously: "The things are mine. I can give them to whoever I want to give them to. I can take them back if I want. The contract is in my hand. Do you still want to snatch it? You are still in trouble... I don't know whose family is in trouble. If you have money, why don't you buy it yourself? Aren't you ashamed to ask me for things every day?"

Zong Jincheng made a face at him, which was full of provocation.