The mistress of the Hou family worked herself to death, and she did not serve after her rebirth

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

Wang Ju felt even more humiliated.

He is a scholar from the Wang family and a teacher at Taoxi Academy. Yet Pei Jiuniang actually let him compete with a fool who had only been in school for a month.

What's the point of winning? Does it mean that he defeated a fool?

Wang Ju didn't think that Brother Yu would beat him at all. He just felt that Pei Jiuniang was deliberately comparing him with a fool to humiliate him.

People around me think so too.

"This is not compared to a fool. He is just a child, still in the enlightenment stage. How can he be compared with the master?"

"Madam Hou, are you guys kidding us or playing tricks on Master Wang?"

"Yes, although Master Wang's words were inappropriate, he has already apologized. Let's forgive him. Why are you holding on to him so much?"

Seeing that everyone was on his side, Wang Ju became even more arrogant and complacent, and even secretly smiled provocatively at Pei Jiuniang.

Pei Jiuniang spoke calmly, "The teacher is testing me on my studies, is there any problem?

Or does Master Wang have so little confidence in his own knowledge?

Or do you think Master Wang will lose?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned. Pei Jiuniang's words were tricky and they found it difficult to respond for a moment.

Pei Jiuniang smiled lightly and said, "If you have time, it's a good opportunity to be a witness.

Master Wang, please don't think that I am deliberately humiliating you. Let's make a bet. If my son loses, I will never embarrass you again and will ask to leave the school. How about that?"

When Wang Ju heard this, his expression was somewhat moved.

Pei Jiuniang saw it all, and before he could speak, she continued, "But if my son wins by chance, Master Wang, you have to apologize to my son and post a notice stating that you have slandered my son. Can you do it?"

Wang Ju found Pei Jiuniang's arrogance very funny. Although his status as a scholar was indeed a bit exaggerated, could it be that he was really not as good as a Meng boy?

Almost without thinking, he agreed, "Just follow what Madam Hou said, but if your son loses to me, Madam Hou will have to come to my house in person to apologize."

"Okay, I agree." Pei Jiuniang was very happy, and then added, "My son has only been learning for less than a month, and his knowledge is not even one ten-thousandth of what you have learned, so I will set the questions. There will be three rounds in total, calligraphy, poetry recitation and arithmetic. What do you think, Master Wang and the others?"

"Even so, Meng Tong won't win."

Some people couldn't help but shake their heads, thinking that Brother Yu had no chance of winning at all, and they didn't understand why Pei Jiuniang insisted on having the competition.

Is she looking for an opportunity to show off her son and prove that he is not a fool?

But why make a bet? Aren’t you afraid of losing and losing face?

Listening to what everyone said, Pei Jiuniang didn't say anything, but Wang Ju arrogantly straightened his fat body and said loudly, "You come up with the questions, so when do you start?"

He couldn't wait any longer.

This was delivered to her door by herself.

As he was thinking, Wang Ju secretly glanced at Brother Yu, who had a look of confusion and fear on his face, and gave him a provocative smile.

Brother Yu, who was originally a little nervous, saw Wang Ju looking at his mother with that look again. His face suddenly tensed and he secretly clenched his fists.

"Mother, I will try my best."

"Pfft."

Wang Ju couldn't help laughing, he looked at Brother Yu with some contempt and amusement, and said to him, "Some things can't be accomplished by hard work alone."

After saying that, Wang Ju looked at the other students and said, "Listen carefully, today the teacher will show you a little bit of his skills."

As he spoke, Wang Ju winked at the servant boy, asking him to ask someone to bring his favorite armchair. He also brewed a pot of tea and waved a folding fan in his hand, looking calm and composed.

When everyone saw this, they felt that there was no suspense at all.

Some people should even secretly remind Pei Jiuniang, "I think it's better to forget it. Hitting the child will ruin the child."

"Yes, it was just a misunderstanding. Just give in to each other."

Pei Jiuniang remained silent.

Seeing this, these people were somewhat annoyed that Pei Jiuniang was ungrateful.

Seeing this, Wang Ju couldn't wait to urge him, "Are you regretting it?"

"In that case, let me ask a question. The first round is a math contest. There are five people standing on the left of Master Wang and five people standing on the right. How many people are there in total?"

"Ten."

Wang Ju almost didn't think twice.

After saying that, he looked at Brother Yu proudly. Seeing that Brother Yu still didn't answer, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously, "This is very simple. Anyone in the beginner class can answer it."

"Gu Yu, what do you think?"

Brother Yu hesitated for a long time before he spoke under Pei Jiuniang's encouraging gaze, "It's eleven."

"What do you mean eleven? Ten."

Some who claim to be smart shake their heads.

Wang Ju also shook his folding fan helplessly, and kindly spoke for Gu Yu, "Student Gu Yu, after all, you have only been here for a short time, it is understandable, and it is not shameful if you don't know."

"No, that's eleven."

Gu Yu lowered his head and thought carefully, his eyes became more determined and his tone was very firm.

"Everyone says you're wrong."

A junior classmate couldn't help but sneer, "It's not shameful to be wrong, it's shameful to know you're wrong and not admit it."

"But, isn't Master Wang a human being?"

Zhu Ci, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Zhu Ci, what do you mean? How can you curse at me?"

Wang Ju was immediately furious, but suddenly he reacted, his face turned ugly, and he fell down heavily just when he was halfway up.

"Yes, Master Wang is of course a human, so there are five on the left and five on the right, a total of eleven. Is there a problem?"

Pei Jiuniang chuckled and glanced at everyone, then explained.

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

Someone who was quick to react slapped him on the head, "It seems like there are indeed eleven."

"Yes, eleven."

"So, Master Wang lost. He actually lost?"

Wang Ju looked very unhappy. He glared at Pei Jiuniang fiercely. Finally, under everyone's questioning eyes, he had to make excuses for himself, "I didn't expect you to set a trap for me. That's it. I'll let Gu Yu win this time."

It's really generous.

Pei Jiuniang couldn't help but sneer.

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

"Yes, it is true that I was tricked. Maybe Madam Hou had already asked this question to Gu Yu in private."

But even so, as a teacher, you should not fail to think of it.

It's just that everyone knows it tacitly.

Having already lost a game, Wang Ju urgently needed to win another one to save his face, so he took the initiative to urge Pei Jiuniang.

"Play the next game quickly, don't delay everyone from leaving school."

Pei Jiuniang smiled slightly, and then asked someone to spread out the rice paper and put the inkstone and wolf-hair brush in place.

"The second round is a calligraphy competition. My brother Yu really likes the line recited by Master Du Rufeng: The morning rain in Weicheng moistens the dust, and the green willows in the guest house are new. How about Master Wang and Brother Yu write it down separately for everyone to admire."

Master Wang smiled contemptuously and could not wait to walk to the desk. He raised his hand and grabbed the wolf-hair brush, dipped it in ink, and finished it on the rice paper in one go. After he finished, he threw the wolf-hair brush away and looked at Gu Yu, who had picked up the wolf-hair brush and was about to write, and he could not help but sneer.

He was careless before, but calligraphy is not something that can be mastered in a day.

He guessed that Pei Jiuniang must have deliberately asked the questions to favor Gu Yu, but he didn't care at all.

Although his calligraphy is not perfect, it is definitely not inferior to that of a student.