"Grandpa Dean, what should I do? I still want to follow and listen." Zhu Qianqian thought it would be free to go to the county town with her grandma to do business and come to attend the class again.

"Little friend Qianqian, you are my friend. Of course you can come at any time. You can learn whatever you want in the six arts." Dean Liu wished that the little girl would come more often.

"Thank you, Grandpa Dean, I will definitely come here often." Zhu Qianqian was thinking that if she could study here, her grandma wouldn't have to pay. She really has a smart mind.

Zhu Wencheng clenched his fists, he will definitely come in three years! He will crush all the self-confidence of his father under his feet.

Dean Liu faced a group of children who had not yet passed the boy's examination. Instead of taking advanced lessons, he played an ancient song "Go to War" and analyzed it with them.

Zhu Qianqian suddenly became interested in the guqin and couldn't bear to let go of her eyes.

Dean Liu immediately took them to the musical instrument room and asked each of them to try it.

Other children did not dare to touch it, but Zhu Qianqian was very courageous. She had clearly remembered all the movements and fingerings of the dean.

Although she is not very skilled, she can do every fingering correctly, which is an advantage brought by her super memory.

Dean Liu's face was full of surprise, "Little friend Qianqian, is this the first time you have come into contact with the guqin?"

"This is the first time, Grandpa Dean, if I play it a few more times, I will definitely become more proficient. You showed me thousands of troops and horses, and I have at most a hundred horses." Zhu Qianqian felt that she still needed to work harder.

Grandpa Dean is so awesome, she has a goal to work hard for.

Lu Zhiming and Pan Yaozong covered their foreheads, it was over, they became stupid pigs in the dean's mouth again.

"Hahaha! For the first time, you can actually play a complete piece of music. The world says that my master is a genius, but in my opinion, you are the real genius." Dean Liu wanted to see his master being played.

Slap in the face.

Although it was a bit rebellious to think this way, he just thought about it.

Master has always said that the talents of the brothers are too low, and he is the lowest, and he has never been able to find the right one.

When he meets little friend Qianqian, he will definitely understand what talent is.

"Grandpa Dean, your master must be more powerful." Zhu Qianqian did not dare to brag about her talent.

Dean Liu played the song "Spring Snow" again on the pipa, "Little friend Qianqian, can you still follow me?"

"I'll give it a try. If I'm wrong, Grandpa Dean, you can't laugh at me." Zhu Qianqian's big eyes were shining. Grandpa Dean, there are many good things here.

She really liked it. She held the pipa in her arms and learned it in a decent manner. Maybe she had just touched the guqin.

In her eyes, these strings were all the same, and this time it was smoother than last time. Although the strings were not played with emotion, everything was correct.

"Okay! Okay! That's great. I originally wanted to accept you as my granddaughter, but now it seems that I've been entrusted with it." Dean Liu sighed with emotion, such a smart little person is the disciple God prepared for his master.

It seemed that they were going to have one more junior sister, so he immediately wrote a letter and rushed it to the capital, asking the master to finish it quickly.

In the next few classes, Dean Liu did not continue to attend, but asked other teachers to attend. He stayed with little friend Qianqian.

Through a series of observations, I discovered that little friend Qianqian also has shortcomings.

Just like now, when the master taught me to write, her face was written all over her face, and her chubby little face turned into a tabby cat.

"Grandpa Dean, this is not fun." Zhu Qianqian held the brush in her small hand and didn't like it.

Writing is not as good as drawing, and the writing is not obedient. She obviously wants to write a thin horizontal line, but the result is a thick and short big worm.

The dean's grandfather asked people to fetch water and personally helped Zhu Qianqian wash her hands and wipe her face.

"You still have to write. You are still young and have no strength in your wrists. You will be fine when you grow up." He comforted little friend Qianqian.

When Zhu Qianqian heard that her wrist was weak, she crushed the inkstone to pieces in front of the dean.

Dean Liu stared, "This... what should he say? If this is his brain, can he just crush it!"

The master who was teaching writing happened to see this scene and was so frightened that his ruler dropped to the ground.

Fortunately, the dean was here and he didn't dare to hit the little girl. Otherwise, how could he survive until tomorrow with his old bones?

The inkstone was so hard, it was harder than his bones anyway. He had to tell other colleagues that the little girl the dean loved could not move at all, otherwise they would not be able to bear the consequences.

Zhu Wenhui and others sitting in front of this scene didn't know it, because the crushing was silent.

After the morning class, Dean Liu became the king of children and took a group of children to the cafeteria for dinner.

Other students watched from a distance, especially envious of Lu Zhiming and Pan Yaozong.

After all, not everyone has a good father and good luck. The people who went to buy fish with the two of them for the first time even regretted it.

Why didn't they think of trying to please that fat girl? It's too late to think about it now.

It's such a pity, once the opportunity is missed, it can never be returned.

Dean Liu planted the seeds of affability in the hearts of the children. Years later, these children discovered that affability was only for sister Qianqian, woo woo woo...

"Grandpa, dean, we won't disturb the brothers' class this afternoon. If you have any unwanted books, the ones that are torn, moth-eaten, and in short are meant to be eliminated, you can give them to us. This way grandma will save money."

The money for my brothers to buy books." Zhu Qianqian begged money to help her grandmother support her brothers.

"This is true, but it is all annotated by former students. When you read it, don't be influenced by other people's ideas." Dean Liu has been here for many years, and he left the book after passing the examination.

There are also a group of scholars who have failed the exam many times and gave up on their own, leaving their books behind.

Now it would be a good idea to find some for these studious children.

"Thank you, Grandpa Dean." Zhu Qianqian thanked him immediately.

Zhu Wencheng, who is usually mature, became excited when he heard this and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhu Wenhui sighed in his heart, why is his brain just not as good as that of his younger brothers and sisters?

"Wen Hui, are you willing to practice martial arts? Coach Yang in the county plans to select a group of children with potential. I think you are very capable and would like to recommend you." Pan Yaozong seemed to have seen through Zhu Wenhui.

When Zhu Wenhui heard this, he immediately raised his head and asked, "Can I?"

"Of course, I will be your sponsor." Pan Yaozong had already noticed in Dayu Village that this boy was born with supernatural powers.

Since he said he would treat Zhu Qianqian as his sister, selling a favor that is not a favor is nothing.

"Thank you, Brother Pan. I will be grateful to you all my life." Zhu Wenhui is not stupid. The county's instructors look for apprentices, and from now on they will eat in the yamen.

Pan Yaozong patted Zhu Wenhui's back with his hand, "Young man, what are you talking about? You're still early, just do your best and don't embarrass me."
Chapter completed!