Houfu Key Class

Due to Zong Zhao's poor emotional self-control, Xu Wan followed his wife's lead and neither of them went to the Zhao family to pay their respects. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Xu Wan casually invited him to go to the suburbs of Beijing to accompany the children to class.

As a result, he agreed.

In the carriage heading to the suburbs of Beijing, Xu Wan and Zong Zhao sat side by side.

The little devil was not happy. That was his seat before, but now he couldn't sit close to his mother. He pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, why did you think of going out with us today?"

Xu Wan immediately looked at him. This kid was just trying to make trouble, but the little devil had no intention of restraining himself.

Zong Zhao made up a sentence casually: "Protect you."

"Ah?"

The little devil was immediately hit by an arrow in the chest.

Yes, the day after tomorrow is the autumn examination. After they finish the last two days, they will enter the Imperial Academy for the examination. Dad is afraid that something will happen to him in the next few days, so he will push aside all his own things and come to protect him closely.

The little brat who wanted to compete with Zong Zhao for his affection suddenly felt guilty and wanted to slap himself twice. He was too conceited.

Zong Jincheng cried and howled: "Wuwuwu... Dad, you love me so much, so thoughtful, I am so touched."

Zong Zhao: "..." You are too dramatic.

Xu Wan silently reached out to cover her face, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to hide the smile on her face. Zong Zhao was really good at controlling the little brat with just three words.

The carriage was shaking.

Xu Wan said to the little devil: "Mr. Su has taught you for more than a month, and today is the finale. Experience the joy of peeling sweet potatoes, otherwise you won't have so much free time to play when you become an official in the future."

"Yeah." Zong Jincheng nodded and asked, "Mother, when will Mr. Su leave? Will he leave after we enter the Imperial Examination Hall?"

Originally, he was very annoyed with this strange old man, but after getting used to it, he gradually adapted to Su Xi's teaching method. As his mother said, everything Su Xi did was to improve their poetry and prose skills. Zong Jincheng understood, so he was a little reluctant before the separation.

Xu Wan shook her head and said, "I don't know. I'll try to persuade him to wait until you come out of the Imperial Examination Hall and say goodbye to him."

Zong Jincheng nodded quickly, "Okay, Mom must persuade him to wait for us to come back."

Xu Wan said with a smile, "Mr. Su is in another carriage now. We have a whole day to spend together today. You can tell him in person when you get there later."

The little devil said embarrassedly, "Forget it. I can't say it. It's so corny."

"Where is corny?" Xu Wan complained, "You little arrogant."

Zong Jincheng turned his face away and refused to listen.

When they arrived at the farm in the suburbs of Beijing, Xu Wan ordered people to greet the people here and rent the right to dig sweet potatoes on this piece of land. The farmers had never seen such a scene before. There were people who paid for work. They smiled from ear to ear and brought hoes and shovels to them.

After more than a month of training, the young masters had already skillfully taken a farm tool and began to listen to Su Xi's explanation of the steps of peeling sweet potatoes.

Xu Wan was also listening carefully not far away. When she saw the young boys start working, she also walked forward to watch with some curiosity. Zong Zhao walked beside her and followed and learned while watching.

Su Xi's sharp-tongued teaching began again: "Clear the weeds and stones next to you first, otherwise it's easy to misalign the hoe when you dig it down; loosen the soil, don't dig hard, or the sweet potatoes will be rotten; dig them out and throw them in the bucket, don't put them at your feet, or you'll step on one; why change the pit just after digging out one sweet potato? There are still many below, dig more, be careful."

Shen Yibai shouted: "I know, I know, sir, take a rest, my ears hurt from your nagging."

Su Xi laughed out of anger: "Hiss, you have a bad temper, okay, I'll come and see how many you can dig out later. If you don't make it into the top three, wait to go home and write more poems tonight."

Shen Yibai nodded at him a few times, carried his small hoe and started to dig sweet potatoes. He focused on those with big leaves, and the big leaves must be big sweet potatoes!

Su Xi wandered around the fields and finally found a good place. He quietly took two sweet potatoes from Zong Jincheng's bucket and whispered to Xu Wan stealthily, "Let's go, let's roast the sweet potatoes."

Xu Wan quickly glanced at the little devil who was concentrating on digging sweet potatoes. She didn't notice that there were fewer sweet potatoes in her bucket. Su Xi had already quickly crawled on the ground, not caring whether it was dirty or not, and started digging sweet potato pits with his bare hands.

Xu Wan took the shovel with great foresight: "Sir, can you use this?"

Su Xi didn't hesitate to take the shovel and started digging, muttering: "It's fun to dig sweet potatoes. It would be boring if we didn't roast a few in the field. Hehe, Zong... General Zong?"

Zong Zhao replied: "Sir, just call me by my name."

Su Xi was not a polite person, and quickly changed his words: "Zong Zhao, you are a generous child. I need some firewood to roast sweet potatoes... Please?"

Zong Zhao replied: "You are polite. I will go find it right away."

After that, he strode out of the field, picking up small branches without being bothered by the dirt. There were many small branches and leaves in the field, so he found a bamboo basket to pick them up.

As Su Xi dug the hole, she followed Xu Wan, who was cleaning the mud off the sweet potatoes, and said, "Your husband is a good man with a good temper. He is in a high position but not arrogant. He is approachable and humble. He is much more reasonable than Luo Jingfeng, that rough guy."

Xu Wan couldn't help laughing. Mr. Su was still not familiar with Zong Zhao, otherwise he wouldn't have said that Zong Zhao had a good temper. But at the beginning, she had also had such a misunderstanding.

She smiled and replied: "Yes, but you compare him with the Protector of the Country... there are quite a lot of reasonable people there."

"Hahaha..." Su Xi was amused, and he laughed and scolded, "The arrogant kid surnamed Luo is not honest. I think he will be punished sooner or later, but I don't know when."

Xu Wan listened to his resentful words and joked: "More than a month has passed, and Mr. Su is still angry. How about waiting for Jincheng and the others to finish the exam, and I will ask Jincheng to find the Protector of the Country to apologize to you?"

Su Xi snorted: "Forget it, will he listen to the words of an adopted son?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he paused in swinging the shovel.

It's hard to say. After all, Luo Jingfeng caught him with such a fanfare, wasn't it just to help Zong Jincheng, the kid, with poetry and prose?

Su Xi suddenly became happy.

He cheered twice and said to Xu Wan with emotion: "It turns out that the retribution of this kid surnamed Luo is on the way. When he suffers a big loss later, you must remember to write to me and tell me, an old man, to be happy too."