Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng thought so too, but when Xu Wan actually said these words, there was always a burning feeling on his face, as if he had been slapped in public.

"Hey!" he shouted dissatisfied.

What does she mean? Could it be that in her eyes, she was just a selfish ghost who didn't care about the life and death of others? And broke his legs... Couldn't he have volunteered to help others?

This woman uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman!

snort!

Xu Wan said oh and reminded: "Call mother."

This bastard is neither old nor young.

"Don't bark."

Zong Jincheng stared at her angrily, and then looked at the pitiful Zong Wenxiu next to him. In fact, he felt a little weak and wanted to agree, but looking at Xu Wan's determined look, he felt that he couldn't get down the stairs. , stuck there and making trouble.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the windows in the house made a shaking sound. Although the doors and windows were closed tightly, the two children still shivered subconsciously.

"Okay, Jin Cheng agreed. I will arrange the matter for the imperial doctor. Quickly take the two of them to get rid of the cold and change clothes." Xu Wan finalized the decision and immediately decided for the little devil, although she had already sent Cuizhi there. Sent a letter to the old Marquis.

Zong Wenxiu's eyes lit up, his mother was saved!

Cuiliu has the strongest mobility, and she must do the tasks assigned by her mistress perfectly no matter what means she uses. So at this time, she was holding one by one with a straight face, dragging the two of them to take a shower.

Zong Jincheng was confused on the way: "???"

I didn't say yes, I didn't say yes, how could she say I agreed?

I shouldn't have said anything just now, right?

After reacting, the little devil felt that he had been tricked by Xu Wan again, and he immediately stood up from the tub. Who knew that when he stood up, he saw Zong Wenxiu in the tub next to him.

Zong Wenxiu was so thin that he was reduced to a skeleton, and the skin on his body was rougher than that of the servants. When he turned his eyes to the side, he saw that he still had a few frostbite on his hands, and there were many calluses on his palms.

Zong Jincheng sat back again and asked puzzledly: "Can reading and writing also cause calluses and frostbite on the hands?"

Didn’t grandma say that reading is the easiest thing in the world? Just read and write in the room with peace of mind, not cold or tired.

Shunzi, who was waiting for him to take a bath behind him, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: The young master is so innocent when he is innocent.

Unlike you, Mr. Xiu grew up in the Hou Mansion. It was a slum where the poorest families in the capital lived. People died of illness, starvation or freezing every day. Mr. Xiu, who had lived there for nine and a half years, could survive. That's not bad. Of course, the wounds on the body will only be more but not less.

Zong Wenxiu was stunned by his question, and subconsciously shrank his exposed hand toward the bucket, thinking that Zong Jincheng was laughing at him. He was at a sensitive age, so he remained silent.

Zong Jincheng glared at Shunzi: "Did someone in the mansion bully him?"

The second uncle died in the war, and the second wife didn't even have a legitimate wife. It's hard to guarantee that some servants didn't think they were out to bully others.

Shunzi was so frightened that he raised his hands and cried out: "It's okay, the old lady is very kind to that courtyard. Mr. Xiu gets up before dawn every day to study. The courtyard even specially added an extra heater for him, and takes good care of him every step of the way." Very good.”

Realizing that Zong Wenxiu might feel embarrassed, Shunzi whispered into the little devil's ear and explained the whole story.

Only then did Zong Jincheng realize that no matter how well taken care of his perennial hands, frostbite would easily relapse; it turned out that children in slums, even at just a few years old, would need to do a lot of hard work.

No wonder his cousin was only two years older than him, but not much taller or physically stronger.

The little devil lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and the thought of trying to defend Xu Wan was gone. He pulled the water in the tub and pulled it again and again.

Zong Wenxiu was actually very nervous next to him. He could feel Zong Jincheng's reluctance and was afraid that he might betray him at any time. So even though he was soaking in a hot bath, he didn't dare to move his body for fear that he would offend him with just one movement. Dezong Jincheng was unhappy.

Suddenly, the little devil suddenly spoke: "I heard that you have been studying in the past few months since you returned home. What is there to read in those thick books?"

When Aunt Hong was brought back to the house a few months ago, the old Marquis arranged for them to live in the west courtyard, claiming that Zong Wenxiu was just the eldest son of the second wife.

Everyone knows that there is a difference between direct descendants and concubines.

No matter whether Zong Jincheng studied or not, or whether he became a talent or not, no one could shake his position as his direct grandson, so he had never had a sense of crisis, let alone why Zong Wenxiu liked reading so much.

Zong Wenxiu said: "Because reading can teach people to understand things and see many things they have never seen before. If you can get a good ranking in the scientific examination, you can do a lot of things you want to do."

"What do you want to do?" Zong Jincheng asked.

Children at this age only want to play, and they don’t know what reading is for.

Zong Wenxiu was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully: "Actually, I don't know what I want to do when I grow up, but my mother said that no matter what I do, the premise is that I should have enough knowledge, so that the path I can choose in the future will be better. Many. For example, if I want to be an official, I need to be successful; if I want to do business, I need to know how to make money.”

Zong Jincheng understood, but felt that it was of no use to him.

With his status, if he wanted to be an official, his grandfather would arrange it for him, and the official position might be very good; if he wanted to do business, his grandmother would give him capital, a shop, and even management staff.

There is no need to study at all.

It was indeed a topic that was not suitable for him to think about.

Zong Jincheng casually took a bath and got up and went out. Seeing this, Zong Wenxiu also hurried out to follow.

Just when he was worried that his rumored reckless brother would make a scene, he heard Zong Jincheng asking in front of him: "Where are you studying? You're not going to Hong Yi Niang's courtyard, are there a few heaters there?"

Instantly, Zong Wenxiu's heart was relieved.

His tight brows relaxed, and he patiently explained: "Not in my mother's courtyard. My grandmother said there was a large study room in the mansion that had been empty and unused, so she asked me to go there to study. There are a lot of books there, and there are three heaters in the room, which is warm and comfortable."

Zong Wenxiu chased after him in small steps to introduce him. All this was completely beyond his expectations. He didn't expect that his brother was not the same as the rumors, but was... kind and awkward.

Zong Wenxiu swore secretly.

He must take good care of his brother to study, even if he didn't pass the exam, he would make sure his brother passed!