Old man Su said with admiration: "Master Yu is still awesome."
"Dad, when the academy is built in the future and you are used to managing the academy, you will definitely be better than Master Yu."
The little sugar baby cheers up his daddy without hesitation.
"Daughter, why is it that dad is in charge of the academy?" Old Man Su said in surprise: "Didn't you say that you want Master Yu to be the principal of the academy?"
"Dad, the mountain leader is the mountain leader. Master Yu has the final say on teaching matters, but other things in the academy are still managed by father. Master Yu will definitely not care about those miscellaneous things."
After all, a school also has a principal, vice principal, dean of students, treasurer, etc.
Everyone performs their duties!
What's more, the No. 1 scholar might just slap his butt and leave one day.
The little sugar baby doesn't think that his small academy can retain people.
The yard became quiet, and the adults obediently retreated to the back.
Yu Zhilan looked at a group of children and ordered: "Line up one by one!"
In line with their natural awe for the Master and for such a superior creature as the No. 1 Scholar, these children, no matter whether they were usually naughty or mischievous, now behaved like quails and lined up obediently.
Yu Zhilan looked at the little sugar baby.
"Little girl, please take care of me with pen and ink."
"Yes, uncle number one scholar."
The little sugar baby agreed with a smile, ran to his room, and came out with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Yu Zhilan's eyes flashed when she saw the small inkstone that the little sugar baby put on the table.
Immediately, his eyes fell on the ink strip again.
Authentic pine ink has a natural pine scent.
There is no unpleasant smell like ordinary ink sticks.
Yu Zhilan's eyes continued to move.
Paper, good rice paper.
Pen, special lake pen.
Yu Zhilan's eyes stayed on the pen for a moment.
The small and slim pen holder is especially suitable for children who are just learning to write.
At first glance, it looks like it was specially customized.
There was a flash of interest in Yu Zhilan's eyes.
Finally, my eyes fell back on the small Duan Inkstone.
I don’t know how much this square Duan Inkstone alone is worth.
Even a boudoir lady from a wealthy family may not be treated like this when she first learns to write.
This little girl was truly pampered and pampered.
Thinking like this, Yu Zhilan looked at the little sugar baby again.
The little girl wore a water-red embroidered jacket, a double-snail bun, and blue beads.
The small face is white and tender, and the big eyes are black and white, crystal clear.
Red lips, white teeth, innocent and cute.
When people see it, it's like seeing the little fairy boy in the New Year picture and walking down.
I love you for no reason.
"I'll study the ink."
Old man Su stepped forward quickly.
My daughter is young and cannot do the work of studying ink.
Yu Zhilan glanced at Old Man Su and nodded slightly.
But he thought in his heart: I wonder if the head of the Su family knows how valuable these things used by his precious daughter are?
After Old Man Su rubbed the ink stick away, Yu Zhilan looked at Little Tangbao and said, "Next, the Lord Fude will do it."
After saying that, he actually bent down and carried the little sugar baby to a chair nearby.
Then he motioned to the little sugar baby to stand on the chair and take over Old Man Su's work.
Little sugar baby, "..."
Well, she can’t grind ink, and can’t she show off?
Although, she didn't know why Mao, the No. 1 Scholar, wanted her to show off.
Is it possible that it has become a platoon?
After all, even though I am young, I am still a villager, right?
"Dad, let me do it."
The little sugar baby said, taking the ink stick from old man Su's hand.
Yu Zhilan laid out the rice paper, picked up the pen, and looked at the dark heads in the yard.
"You are so lucky today to have the number one scholar in the book write the pen, and the master of Fude Township to study the ink..."
Before Yu Zhilan finished speaking, the eyes of adults and children in the yard were all bright.
What's more, they shook their bodies and rubbed their hands in excitement.
"The names of my descendants of the Wang family were actually able to be written by the Number One Scholar, and the master of Fude Village studied ink... I, I want to tell my ancestors of the Wang family about this, and I will burn incense for my ancestors when I go back... "
"Oh my God! Could it be that there is smoke rising from the ancestral graves of my old Zhang family? How could we have such an honor..."
"Having been blessed by both Wenquxing and Fude Township Master, our children from the old Lin family may not be able to reach high school in one fell swoop in the future..."
"That's right, our old Zhao family, even if we can't say it..."
"Our family can do it too..."
"Thankfully, I'm here today. I'm so lucky..."
Everyone was excited and happy.
With extremely bright eyes, he looked at Yu Zhilan and Little Tangbao.
Looking at it like that, I almost knelt down and knelt down to worship.
The corners of the little sugar baby's mouth twitched.
Then he looked at Yu Zhilan and Yu Zhuangyuan with admiring eyes.
I learned the essence of this kind of self-promotion!
See, this is what people call seizing every opportunity to advertise.
What happened today will soon spread throughout the four villages and miles around.
After these people went back, they would run around and spread the word without even touching the ground.
Who will tell her in the future that scholars are pedantic, old-fashioned, and do not know how to adapt? Who should she be anxious about?
This No. 1 scholar is really awesome in advertising.
Even I feel inferior.
After all, as a "Fuya" in everyone's mouth, I am too embarrassed to use my identity to advertise.
It's a good idea for the No. 1 Scholar to use his status as "No. 1 Scholar" as a sign.
Originally, I used his status as the No. 1 pick as a gimmick, and I felt a little apologetic, thinking that I would apologize later.
Now it seems that it is unnecessary.
"Uncle No. 1 Scholar, awesome!"
The little sugar baby gave Yu Zhilan a thumbs up.
Yu Zhilan smiled slightly.
"Little girl, learn a little bit."
Little sugar baby, "..."
This status of "number one scholar" has delayed you, old man. If you had gone into business, you would have been rich long ago.
"Did you really get the top spot in high school?" Little Sugar Baby asked in a low voice.
"What's wrong? Doesn't it look like it? It's true."
Little sugar baby, "...it doesn't look like."
"Hehehe, little girl, what do you think he looks like? A person who talks a lot about things, is high-spirited, upright and unsmiling?" Yu Zhilan said with a smile.
The little sugar baby nodded seriously, "Well, you are like a charlatan and a fake."
Yu Zhilan, "..."
"You don't look like a little girl of your age. A little girl of your age can't say things like you." Yu Zhilan counterattacked meaningfully.
Little sugar baby, "..."
My heart skipped a beat.
Why do you feel that the vest is not strong anymore?
He blinked his big eyes, showing a cheerful expression.
"Is uncle No. 1 Scholar praising me? My parents, brother and sister-in-law have always praised me for being smart, and I also think I am smart..."
The little sugar baby said in a milky voice and raised his little chin proudly.
This baby is so smart that he doesn't speak like a child of several years old.
"Hehehe..." Yu Zhilan chuckled.
Little sugar baby, "..."
Some goosebumps.
She decided to call Master Yu "Uncle Fox" from now on.
"Uncle Number One Scholar, when you smile like this and squint your eyes, you look like a fox my father caught once. How about I call you Uncle Fox from now on?" The little sugar baby blinked his innocent big eyes and asked seriously.
road.
He looks completely ignorant of worldly affairs and innocent.
Yu Zhilan, "..."
"Hahaha..." The old general's hearty laughter rang out.
The little sugar baby looks back.
It turned out that the old general and Xuanyuan Jin walked behind her at some point.