Originally, Master Zhou used Ye Chunqiu's affairs to please Ye Song, but who knew that he had shot himself in the foot by shooting him. Ye Chunqiu was not punished, but his beloved disciple Ye Chenliang was scolded, so Master Zhou simply made some compensation.

Old Lady Ye was already a little tired and pondered for a moment, saying, "It's better to go, just treat it as a tempering."

Master Zhou was full of regret, but nodded: "Oh... I'm afraid of making jokes." Master Zhou said with a ruling point. Ye Chunqiu is not a student I taught. If someone is ridiculed, don't say it has something to do with my poor teaching as a teacher.

Old Lady Ye didn't say anything anymore. Master Zhou was implication. He knew very well that this grandson must be a mess. I was afraid that he could not even recite the Four Books and Five Classics. Do you still expect him to do anything? Old Lady Ye certainly did not have any expectations for Ye Chunqiu, and just sighed in his heart: "Just make a joke, I hope that if I fall, I can turn my son back and work hard from now on.

So Old Lady Ye smiled and said, "It's better to be familiar with the county examination. If the article is too bad and people are teased, I hope he can be shameless and brave."

Ye Chunqiu returned to his home courtyard and felt relaxed. His father was studying in the study. Ye Chunqiu looked at his back and seemed to be unaware of the outside world. Ye Chunqiu shook his head in his heart: "Didn't you know the danger in this big house? Your son is almost killed by someone."

The next morning, Ye Chunqiu rushed to the school early. The county trial was approaching, and the atmosphere in the school became particularly tense.

At this time, not many people came to school, but his cousin Ye Chenliang came here to study very early, but his face was very funny, and he looked very blue and swollen. He glanced at Ye Chunqiu with his eyes and ignored Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Juncai from the third room came to Ye Chunqiu and said with a smile: "Cousin Chunqiu, ha... have you done your homework? Oh no, my father beat me up last night and didn't have time to do it..."

Just as Master Zhou came, Ye Juncai felt his neck was chilly, and he was busy returning to his seat.

"Check homework." Mr. Zhou's expressionless face.

Ye Chunqiu had already done his homework yesterday, but Master Zhou came to the students' desks one by one, picked up their homework, but he treated Ye Chunqiu as air, and did not check his homework at all. After passing Ye Chunqiu, he arrived in front of Ye Chenliang's desk. Master Zhou looked at Ye Chenliang's homework, couldn't help but shake his head, and said with a happy smile on his face: "Xiao Kai has made progress again, and his homework is also done very carefully, and the child can teach it."

Ye Chenliang said modestly: "It's all the teacher who teaches it well."

Zhou Fuzi nodded and put down his homework: "We need to work hard this time, so don't learn from some people."

Some people... should be talking about themselves, and Ye Chunqiu laughed silently.

After the inspection was completed, Master Zhou talked about the county examination again. In his mind, there were only a few people who really had expectations for the county examination this year. The county examination was on July 16th, and the county had already put the list and it was time to be guaranteed.

Master Zhou was hired by Ye Erye. Since he taught clanology, if he could win a few children this year, it would be particularly important for him. After choosing the quota for tomorrow's candidates to be jointly guaranteed, he began to teach his homework.

From beginning to end, he ignored Ye Chunqiu and was too lazy to even manage it.

After the lecture, he said to Ye Chenliang and the others: "You stay, the rest will be separated."

This is obviously a tutoring for Ye Chenliang and others and giving a small lecture.

Hearing that after school, Ye Chunqiu picked up his book box as usual and ran out in a gust of wind. As a result, when he arrived at the courtyard, Ye San said hurriedly: "Young master, the eldest master is invited out by the second master."

Was he invited out by his second uncle? Ye Chunqiu felt a bad feeling.

Ye San was a little more angry at this time and continued, "Also, I went to the kitchen to get food, and the food I got was so bad. Master, this must be someone who made trouble, it's really hateful."

"Oh." Ye Chunqiu was very calm. The second roommate was so miserable yesterday. If the second roommate didn't make any moves, he would have seen the truth. Compared to simple meals, Ye Chunqiu was more worried about his father who went out with his second uncle.

After eating some pickles and having supper casually, Ye Chunqiu returned to his room, took out the four treasures of the study, and still practiced calligraphy.

After two lifetimes, Ye Chunqiu knew very well what he wanted to do. Although he had a bright mind, he was still young after all. He couldn't do many shocking things. The only thing he could do was take the exam.

This is not just the father’s expectation, nor is it entirely for studying and becoming an official. The most important thing is that in a gentry like the Ye family, any conspiracy, tricks, and other people’s ridicule can be used to make them stop talking.

So... it is particularly important to have beautiful small calligraphy.

Every time after dinner, Ye Chunqiu had to practice here for two or three hours before going to bed. After a while of hard practice, although this running script cannot reach the elegant place, it is no longer immature.

Of course, the brain is also very useful. Practicing calligraphy is not just about hard practice, but the most important thing is to refer to it. A poor boy who is not famous will never be able to see the copybooks of famous masters in his life. He is busy building cars. Even if he has been practicing hard for decades, he will not be able to make any progress.

Therefore, most calligraphers of history are either rich or noble. In their bookstores, some of them are original works of famous artists and many rubbings and manuscripts like stars. As long as you are interested, you can fully understand the essence of calligraphy. If you add a little hard work, you can form your own system and become a famous master.

There are a lot of various calligraphy photocopy materials in Ye Chunqiuguang's mind. Ye Chunqiu just needs to have a thought to reveal the copybooks of many famous artists in his mind for comparison and speculation, which makes him progress very fast, far beyond the ordinary people.

Naturally...the most important thing is hard practice.

Every stroke is a stroke, no mistakes can be taken.

At midnight, Ye Chunqiu was a little tired, but there was a rustling sound from outside. Ye Chunqiu knew that his father was back and hurriedly opened the door. Sure enough, he saw Ye Jing coming back staggeringly. Under the pale moonlight, he seemed to be drunk and his steps were a little staggering.

"Dad..." Ye Chunqiu shouted crisply.

Ye Jing raised his eyes and said, "Don't you go to sleep?"

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but frowned. How could he sleep? The second uncle invited his father to drink. When did the second uncle have such kindness?

Ye Chunqiu stepped forward to support Ye Jing and helped him into the house.

Ye Jing was smelling alcohol in his mouth: "You go to bed."

Ye Chunqiu said oh, but went to boil water to make tea for Ye Jing. When he put the tea in Ye Jing's hand, Ye Jing stared at the tea in a daze, stayed for a while, but suddenly looked at Ye Chunqiu meaningfully: "Chunqiu, you have to work hard to study in school, Master Zhou today..."

Ye Chunqiu frowned. He understood. He was afraid that Master Zhou would be present when he had a drink today. He should have said no less bad things about him.

"Dad, I will study hard." Ye Chunqiu had already seen the worry on Ye Jing's face and said hurriedly.

"I believe." Ye Jing said almost without hesitation.

This unreasonable belief made Ye Chunqiu feel warm.

Ye Jing sighed and said, "Son, Master Zhou despises you like this. Dad doesn't ask for anything else, he only asks you for one thing."

Ye Chunqiu said: "What do dad want his son to do?"

Ye Jing smiled bitterly and said, "I just want you to be brave enough to be successful, and I don't expect you to be a scholar, but at least when my father is so old, I can win a child. If I can do this, my father will be worthy of your mother when he is in the underworld."

Uh... It turns out that the so-called standard for daddy to have a future is to be able to win a child when he is so old. Ye Chunqiu was so amazed and crying. Is dad hoping that his son will become a dragon or an insect?

Ye Chunqiu felt that ten thousand grass and mud horses were running by in his heart, and he had the urge to kill him by hitting tofu.
Chapter completed!