Chapter 63: The ancestral hall endorses, the ancestors are numb

Zong Wenxiu paused, then turned to look at him, his eyes full of confusion.

"Brother." Zong Jincheng called again.

The little devil was never stingy with compliments, and it was his natural instinct to be good at making others like him. Even if his brain hadn't figured it out yet, his mouth and body would have already taken action.

However, Zong Wenxiu didn't seem very happy either.

He still ignored the little devil, didn't even respond, just stared at him inquiringly.

Zong Jincheng didn't know what he was looking at, so he grabbed the cushion under his knees and rubbed against him, then asked, "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

Zong Wenxiu looked confused and asked, "What do you want me to do for you?"

"What?" Zong Jincheng was asked.

Zong Wenxiu repeated, "I said, you call me brother, what do you want me to do for you?"

Zong Jincheng: “…”

It was like a silent slap in the face.

Zong Jincheng is the one who cares the most about face.

He moved the futon angrily and returned to his original place.

The angry little devil's cheeks were puffed with anger. His body, which was already tired after kneeling for half an hour, now straightened up again because of anger.

He seemed to be very angry. He turned his head to glance at Zong Wenxiu and glared at him again. Seeing that the man still ignored him, he turned his head back, his chest heaving with anger.

The little devil thought: If I say another word to him, I’ll be a little bastard!

However, within a quarter of an hour.

The little devil moved his cushion over again, and bumped into Zong Wenxiu intentionally as if trying to make his presence felt. When he ignored him once, he bumped into him twice.

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

He couldn't bear it any longer: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Zong Jincheng was immediately delighted.

Humph, he spoke to me first.

Then he’s not a little bastard!

His dark eyes blinked, he took out the draft he had prepared in his stomach, and raised his hand to make a statement: "First of all, I don't mean to hurt you."

He was afraid that Zong Wenxiu would not believe him, so he added a few more words: "Really, I was hit on the hand by Xu Wan a few days ago, and I was so angry that I didn't think too much. I didn't expect you to mind so much... Oh no, I mean I didn't expect you to be so sad. If I knew, I would definitely send you off myself."

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

I admitted my mistake, but it seems that I didn’t admit my mistake.

He felt a headache for his wife just thinking about raising such a brother.

Zong Wenxiu asked, "You are taking revenge on your wife like this, do you really think it is not your fault?"

"I...I was wrong..." Zong Jincheng said stubbornly, "But she still hit me, so she was also wrong."

He actually knew that he deserved to be spanked on the hand, but he just couldn't get over it. The little devil had never been spanked in his life, and he couldn't get over it facially, in his heart, and even more so verbally.

Zong Wenxiu was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Will you tease the Master again after this?"

Zong Jincheng lifted up his white radish, shook it and said, "Do I still dare?"

"Don't dare or don't want to?"

Zong Jincheng frowned and said, "Why are you so insistent on asking for the truth today? Is there any difference between not daring and not wanting?"

Zong Wenxiu said, "I don't dare to do it because I'm afraid of punishment, but I don't think it's because I respect my teacher. Of course it's different. Master Baili should have retired at this age, but he is still willing to come to the mansion to teach the two of us without asking for a penny. He has worked so hard, but in return you tease him. Do you think you are worthy of him?"

"I..." Zong Jincheng blushed.

At that time, he only thought that the Master's beard was good-looking, and he also liked those colorful inks. Out of strong curiosity, he wanted to paint it on and see how it went. He didn't think too much about it, let alone hurting the Master's feelings.

After hearing what Zong Wenxiu said, he felt like nothing again.

Zong Jincheng's head drooped like a dejected little lion, and the corners of his mouth were pouting unhappily.

Zong Wenxiu asked him again: "Do you still think that you hit three times too many times?"

Zong Jincheng was angry with himself and said, "I didn't hit him enough."

Zong Wenxiu couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this. He reached out and rubbed his brother's soft hair, and warned him: "Don't think about harming Madam again in the future. She is doing this for your own good."

"I see..." Then, Zong Jincheng looked up at him in confusion and asked, "Is this all you want to tell me?"

"What else?"

Zong Jincheng thought, he had just reminded himself not to tease the teacher or harm Xu Wan in the future, but what about himself?

"Won't you tell me so I won't lie to you again?"

Zong Wenxiu laughed and asked, "Will you lie to me again?"

Zong Jincheng quickly shook his head: "You are my brother, I will never lie to you no matter who I lie to in the future!"

Zong Wenxiu smiled.

When Zong Jincheng saw him laughing, he laughed too.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the ancestral hall, illuminating the two reconciled brothers and exuding a touch of warmth.

In the end, it was the little devil who started it first: "Brother, kneeling like this is too boring, why don't we recite the text?"

Zong Wenxiu: “???”

This was actually a suggestion from his younger brother? He could still remember to memorize it at this time?

Zong Jincheng looked at his surprised eyes and said aggrievedly: "Can't I just think about memorizing the books? Although Qin Ye's loser will definitely lose to me, it is very difficult to take the top exam. I still have to work hard and memorize more books."

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

Confirmed, it's still that confident younger brother.

He thought for a moment and said, "Then let's start with Meng Qiu. You should have learned this. Let's recite it again."

"good."

"Wang Rong is concise, Pei Kai is clear and fluent. Kong Ming is a sleeping dragon, Lu Wang is not a bear. Yang Zhen is in Guanxi, Ding Kuan is in Yidong..."

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Outside the ancestral hall.

Xu Wan looked at the two brothers who were memorizing their lessons inside, put one hand on her forehead, and couldn't help but smile.

Cuizhi was even more amused and said, "Master Xiu really loves reading. He never forgets to study even when he is kneeling in the ancestral hall. He even teaches Master Cheng to recite together. A good example has a great influence."

Xu Wan had three question marks on her mind, and turned to ask, "Do you think it was Wen Xiu who started it?"

"No... isn't it..." Cuizhi said, "Mr. Cheng doesn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to study..."

Xu Wan chuckled and said, "The ancestors of the Zong family were all military generals, and they hate these pedantic books. Their descendants came here to kneel down as punishment, but they are reciting books here in front of them. Do you think Wen Xiu was the one who started this outrageous thing?"

Cuizhi: “…”

You can't think too much, otherwise you can feel the collapse of the ancestors of the clan.

The collapse of our ancestors lasted from the afternoon to the evening.

At midnight, Xu Wan was still awake. After hearing Cuizhi say that the two children were still in the ancestral hall, she couldn't sleep anymore.

"I'll go take a look."

When Xu Wan arrived outside the ancestral hall, she did not hear any sound of reciting from inside. She wondered if the two children had fallen asleep. It was cold in the ancestral hall, and the temperature difference was large at night. She was also worried that they would get sick, so she quickened her pace.

After entering, I saw Zong Wenxiu still kneeling straight, his mouth moving silently, as if he was reciting an article to stay awake, his attitude was so correct that he seemed like a role model.

Looking at that little rascal again, he had already fallen unconscious on the mat. His own mat was not enough for him to sleep on, and he even went to squeeze Zong Wenxiu's, squeezing him so much that there was not even half the space left.

Xu Wan was really angry and amused, she just couldn't do anything about this kid.