Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 112 The Gradually Majestic Little Mister
Cui Jie left with a confused look on her face. After giving all the money, she was still thinking about what was wrong.

I wanted to ask Congshuang when I went back, and the two sisters reflected on what was wrong together, but after thinking about it, I felt a faint feeling of being cheated today. If I told Congshuang, wouldn't the calm and wise personality collapse?
So Cui Jie had no choice but to decide not to tell her. It doesn't matter if the money is lost, but the character must be stable. If even the maid questioned her IQ, what is the authority of the lady of the family?
The more Cui Jie thought about it, the angrier she became, and she felt like she had suffered from being dumb.

After walking a few steps, Cui Jie finally couldn't help turning her head. This time she was no longer afraid, but looked directly into Li Qinzai's eyes, trying to squeeze out a fierce look, fully expressing her displeasure.

Li Qinzai squinted his eyes and smiled indifferently. The money is in hand, so it's okay to be stared at by her, since she won't be pregnant anyway.

Li Qinzai at this moment is not like a good person.

Cui Jie couldn't help wondering whether Li Qinzai's reputation was good or bad. Since getting to know him, he didn't seem to have done anything excessive, but at this moment, he doesn't look like a kind person in terms of expression or behavior.

An idea popped up in my mind irresistibly.

She suddenly wanted to go to Chang'an City once, and personally inquire about the conduct of the grandson of the British government.

From what Liu Ah Si said, he seems to have done some remarkable things, so we need to inquire about them.

Quietly clenched her fists, Cui Jie made up her mind instantly.

Tomorrow, I will take Congshuang to Chang'an City. Anyway, I don't need money. I can hire an ox cart and enter the city with a light veil covering my face. I won't be afraid that the Cui family's eyeliner will find out.

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In the afternoon, another visitor came to Ganjing Village.

This time the guests were not one or two, but a group.

The scale of the guests was quite large, with more than a hundred people who looked like guards, surrounded by a group of teenagers and children, and drove slowly to the entrance of the village in several carriages.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the carriage couldn't move forward, so the teenagers and children got out of the carriage and looked at the only low-key yet luxurious courtyard in the village with a look of bewilderment.

The leading boy, about eleven or twelve years old, squinted his eyes and observed for a while, pointing to the other courtyard and said, "That should be the place where Li Qinzai, the grandson of the British Duke, lives. When he came, his father warned him that he would meet him in worship. , don’t be arrogant, I’ll walk there later.”

The crowd was vaguely headed by this young man, and they all agreed with him after hearing the words.

However, another ten-year-old child disagreed. Hearing this, he snorted and said with a haughty look on his face: "Then Li Qinzai just created a bunch of incomprehensible things in front of the father. The father said that thing What is it called a 'formula', and it is said that those knowledge are very important to the Tang Dynasty, but I just don't believe it, a bunch of inexplicable things can affect my luck in the Tang Dynasty?"

The leading young man seemed to be quite afraid of him. Hearing this, he just smiled and didn't argue with him, but said: "Father said to be respectful to Li Qinzai, we are always right to listen to what Father says."

The ten-year-old child curled his lips: "Father said that Li Qinzai is a pedantic heaven and man, and he has become a sage-like figure. It is too unreasonable. I have never heard of Li Qinzai's reputation. He is the naughty grandson of the Duke of England. That's all, where is the monstrous ability, father must have been deceived by him..."

The young man in the lead finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said in a deep voice, "Your Royal Brother, be careful with your words, don't be disrespectful to your father!"

The child snorted resentfully and fell silent.

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At the entrance of the village of Ganjingzhuang, a group of children in the village are playing and playing.

Qiao'er was also among them. Compared with the noisy children of the same age, Qiao'er was particularly calm. The child who was obviously only five years old was like a parent who guarded the children at this moment, smiling and watching the children play.

A child also came to invite Qiao'er to play with him, but Qiao'er refused with a smile and secretly rolled his eyes.

Ever since the children were taught the names of hundreds of families, both the farmers and the children in Zhuangzi respected Qiao'er, even surpassing Li Qinzai.

In the eyes of the farmers, Li Qinzai was the master and the landlord. It was only natural for the farmers to pay rent for the land they planted, but they also relied on their own labor for food.

But Qiao'er is different. The children of farmers are called "studying" in front of Qiao'er.

That's right, knowledge is obtained by seeking, which is the simple cognition of farmers.

Since the word "begging" was included, Qiao'er's respect in Zhuangzi naturally surpassed that of Li Qinzai.

Everyone respectfully called him "Little Mister". Qiao'er was not used to it at first, but after more people called him, Qiao'er got used to it. Over time, Qiao'er could not help but develop an authoritative demeanor of Mr. Xiao.

For example, at this time, playing with the children, Mr. Xiao would never do it.

Playing with them no matter how big or small, what is the majesty of Mr. Xiao?Looking at the content of their play, it is nothing more than chasing and chasing, playing and playing, oh, childish!
Qiao'er pouted.

It’s still interesting to play with dad, he will create some very interesting games, such as backgammon, such as origami airplanes, origami boats, throwing sandbags, etc., which are fun and novel, and very fun to play.

As for the childish games played by these childish guys in front of me, heh, Mr. Xiao has seen the world, okay?

Sighing out of boredom, Qiao'er sat on the haystack, her pink face was full of boredom, and she was cute and cute pretending to be a calm adult.

Not far away, a group of entourage guards surrounded a group of teenagers and children slowly walked into Zhuangzi.

Qiao'er saw them and stared at them suspiciously for a long time, watching them walk in from the entrance of the village step by step.

Judging from their luxurious clothes and imposing entourage, this group of people is either rich or noble.

A group of people who were either rich or noble came to this Zhuangzi, no need to ask, they must have come to look for his father.

So, there are guests at home again?
Qiao'er's face collapsed, the emperor was a guest at the Zhuangzi a few days ago, Qiao'er had to get up very early every day to greet the emperor, and he was listless during the day and had to accompany the emperor to wander around in the Zhuangzi.

Not only that, but there are strangers everywhere in the house, and there are rules everywhere, which is very uncomfortable.

For Qiao'er, the guests at home are his torture.

The emperor finally left, and in a few days there were guests again, and this time it was still a group?
Qiao'er looked at the guests getting closer and closer with a sad face, and couldn't help sighing heavily.

At such a young age, I have endured too much pressure that shouldn't be endured at this age.

As the guests approached, seeing the children playing and joking in the village, the guests moved away one after another. Seeing the children's rough clothes and dirty faces, many guests already showed disgust.

In the age of strict class, even if two groups of people of different classes meet, there will be no intersection, and no one will feel that there is anything wrong.

Qiao'er blinked a few times, and suddenly jumped down from the haystack, blocking the way of the group of guests.

"Are you here to find my father?"

The young man who was the head of the guests was very kind, he squatted down and said with a smile: "Who is your father?"

Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "My father is Li Qinzai, also named Li Jingchu, he is the grandson of the Duke of England."

As soon as the guests heard this, their attitudes immediately changed, and they became more cheerful.

"It turns out that you are the son of Li Qinzai. It is a pleasure to meet you. Yes, we are here to visit your father."

Qiao'er asked curiously, "Do you want to visit my father?"

The child who sang against the boy just now snorted and said: "Father has ordered us to learn from your father."

"Study? Do you also want to recite the names of hundreds of families?" Qiao'er blinked innocently.

"What kind of surnames, we have already been enlightened," the child said reluctantly, "We are here to learn...well, to learn formulas."

Qiao'er suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "So I studied mathematics."

Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "I know mathematics, so you don't have to learn it from my father. I will teach you whatever you like. After you learn it, go back, okay?"

"You can?"

Qiao'er showed the majesty of a little gentleman, and said calmly: "I am the heir to my father's mantle, do you think I will?"

The naysayer sneered: "You bragging, a guy with no hair, what can you do? If you can count from one to a hundred, you are amazing."

Qiao'er blinked non-stop, and said: "It seems that you understand better than me? I have a question, if you can answer it, I will let you go to the village to visit my father, if you can't answer, how about turning around and going back?"

"Okay!" The naysayer agreed without thinking.

The boy in the lead couldn't stop it, so he sighed.

Qiao'er scratched his head vigorously, saying that he was asking a question. How difficult can the questions he asks be for a five-year-old child?
After a long time, Qiao'er's eyes lit up, and said: "Whoever of you can recite the 'Nine Nine Songs' completely, you will be able to answer it, how about it?"

The guests froze for a moment.

"Nine Nine Songs" was renamed "Nine Nine Multiplication Table" more than 1000 years later.

Later generations, even elementary school children, can speak clearly and recite it accurately. For the children of later generations, the nine-nine multiplication table is a basic operation and they must be able to recite it.

However, the group of guests in front of them would not.

It is not easy to be able to read books these days. The guests are either rich or expensive, and most of them read books.

But they were born of princes or the children of the rich and powerful, and the oldest were only in their teens. Even if they read books, they read a subset of classics and history. How could they waste time on arithmetic that is not valued by the world?

Now everyone is confused.

(End of this chapter)