The next day, Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen finished handling the important matters of the day. Seeing that the time was almost up, they went to Luming Academy together.
Many spectators have gathered at the Cuju field of the academy to watch the Cuju competition. There are students from elementary school classes and college classes. It seems that this class is specially approved by the academy for students to watch the Cuju competition.
Cui Zhiduan had been staring at the entrance. Now he trotted over and shouted crisply: "Father, mother, you are here!"
His eyes were extraordinarily bright, and he looked at them with joy and excitement, and his little body was almost touching his father.
Except for the day of registration, this was the first time for my father to come to the academy.
Ye Zhenzhen understood her son's mood very well. Not only did she not laugh at him, but she also took the initiative to mention: "Your father doesn't know your friends in the academy yet. Let's take your father to see them."
Cui Weizhen rubbed his son's little head with a gentle expression and did not refuse.
Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen didn't need to move, Cui Zhiming, followed by a group of little tails, took the initiative to come forward to greet him. Cui Zhideuan quickly introduced his good friends to his father: "Dad, this is Yu Wenqi, this is Wu Weiye..."
The children who were introduced all stood nervously with their hands tied and greeted them respectfully, as if they were seeing their majestic elders, without daring to be disrespectful or scornful at all.
Even though they knew that this was their little friend's father, his other name was also very scary. He was Uncle Jing Ning, their prefect. His reputation and aura were enough to intimidate these children.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Cui Weizhen, who was still showing his majesty even though he tried his best to restrain himself, and couldn't help but laugh. No wonder the children are afraid of him. Over the years, Cui Weizhen has become more and more gracious and majestic. Let alone a child, ordinary adults are afraid of him.
Short of breath.
If nothing else, you can tell just by looking at the hesitant students next to you.
Cui Weizhen also realized this problem, and his expression softened again and again. He had dealt with the elders of these children's families, and the Yuwen family was related to the Cui family by marriage, so these children were more than just classmates to him.
They are also juniors who have personal relationships.
He greeted the elders in their family kindly, and asked them about their studies with concern. These questions were very official and elder-like. These children were tense throughout the whole process, for fear of saying the wrong thing.
Not everyone can be asked about their homework like Cui Zhiduan since childhood. These children obviously couldn't stand Cui Weizhen's increasingly difficult questions. Seeing them blushing, hesitating, and about to cry in the next second, Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly
He poked Cui Weizhen to signal him to stop.
Cui Weizhen was silent. He was used to questioning his son about his knowledge, and he thought all the children were like his son.
So he stopped in time and tried his best to show a gentle smile: "Knowledge is a long-term solution. Don't be discouraged if you are short of it for a while. Just study diligently in the future. Okay, you go down and play."
Yu Wenqi and others were relieved and ran away in a hurry. Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming followed later. However, as soon as they came back, they received sympathetic looks from their friends.
"What's wrong with you?" Cui Zhiming, the two-foot-old monk, was confused and didn't understand why they looked like this.
Cui Zhiduan didn't understand either and asked doubtfully: "You are probably scared by my dad, right? My dad is actually not scary at all."
At least his mother can bully his father at will. Thinking of the scene he saw in his parents' study room yesterday, Cui Zhiduan couldn't help but laugh.
His smile meant something else to his friends. Wu Weiye was very sympathetic: "Zhi Duan, Zhi Ming, it turns out that you have to be tortured like this by the prefect every day. It's really terrible."
It looks a little abnormal.
Wu Weiye felt the same and couldn't help but shudder.
Yu Wenqi felt the same way and nodded repeatedly. The prefect was dozens of times scarier than his father.
Only Xu Zhixing, the son of Mr. Xu, the head of the Xu Clan's Buzhuang Village, said weakly: "Actually, I think the prefect is very kind, much more approachable than other big shots I have met."
After a few swipes, everyone looked over. Xu Zhixing was startled, took a step back nervously, and stammered: "What, what's wrong? Am I right?"
"No, I think you are right."
Ningkang nodded in agreement. Although he had never met other important people, because they met in the countryside, Ningkang had always had a natural affinity for the prefect and his wife, and always felt that they were both good people.
Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming both nodded in agreement, his father/uncle is not scary.
Everyone: "..."
Wu Weiye poked his friend: "Look, all the senior brothers are scared by your father."
Everyone looked at it together.
It turned out that Cui Zhiduan and others had just left, and the students who were watching finally couldn't help but came forward to pay a visit. Not to mention Cui Zhifu's status as a prefect, just because he was the number one scholar who won three consecutive prizes, it was enough for the scholars to admire him.
Although many people criticized Magistrate Cui because of the new law, when they had the opportunity to see him, these scholars couldn't help but come forward to ask for advice - although the masters are good, they are no longer in the officialdom after all, and they are not good at policy discussions.
Not as good as the prefect.
As Magistrate Cui is an important minister of the imperial court and a confidant of the emperor, if he can get a word or two of advice from him, he might have a better chance at the examination in two years' time.
As a local official, he has a good governance style and the emergence of numerous talents is one of his political achievements. Cui Weizhen naturally hopes that these students can achieve results.
Therefore, whenever he was asked, he answered carefully, and at the same time, he did not forget a few words about the school examination. Compared with children like Yu Wenqi who had just entered school, these students were either scholars or successful candidates, so Cui Weizhen's school entrance examination was naturally extremely difficult.
In the same way, some people will inevitably get burned.
The expressions of these people when they were roasted were similar to those of Yu Wenqi and others. They were all red-faced, sweating, and so embarrassed that they wanted to dig into a crack in the ground and crawl under.
How had Yu Wenqi and others seen the senior brothers behave like this before? The senior brothers in their impressions were all mature, calm, and personable. However, in front of the prefect, they were in a similar state to them.
Yuwen Qi sighed deeply: "The prefect is really terrible."
The students in the school who are taking the examination have the same feeling. He is indeed a great talent who has won three yuan in a row. Magistrate Cui is really terrible!
They pride themselves on their knowledge, but they pale in comparison in the examinations and cannot even answer many questions. For those who have studied hard for decades, such a blow is really great.
Ye Zhenzhen glanced at Wei Zhen and couldn't help but sigh. She really didn't blame his question for being difficult, but that these students were too scholarly and unrealistic.
Cui Weizhen is pragmatic. It would be strange if these scholars were not burned to a crisp.
