Zheng Miao didn't expect Zheng Sheng to follow his words and want to run back to Shunyang all of a sudden, and it was the most effective way to practice filial piety. He seemed to be underestimating the little guy too much.

Zheng Sheng continued to speak: "Master, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, I invite you to go to my courtyard to cool off, what do you think?" ”

Qiu Fuzi smiled: "Of course you can." ”

"No, the prince is busy with his studies, so he can't play around anymore." Zheng Luo said, "Mrs. Wang is sick? Then ask her to go back to Wancheng to see a doctor! ”

"I invited Master Qiu into the mountain to teach me my studies!" Zheng Shengxin said, I took the teacher home, do you still have any opinions?

"Master Qiu, aren't you old and frail and have no intention of teaching anymore?" Zheng Meng looked at Qiu Chudao.

Qiu Chudao stroked his beard: "Of course it is difficult to teach more than a dozen children. But teaching only one, presumably no problem. ”

Zheng Meng bowed his hand to Zheng Yuan and said: "I still oppose the prince returning to Shunyang." First, after all, Shunyang is remote, there are no useful friends to accompany him, and the world is getting older, so he always has to make some friends. The second is that although the master went to Shunyang with him, the prince lived in another courtyard and had no elders to supervise his studies, so it was inevitable that he would not be able to succeed! The third is that the sages have clouds, and if you are a threesome, you must have my teacher. It is also not good for the prince to only study with Master Qiu, and there is no other master to teach. ”

Today, Zheng Meng was also beaten by Mrs. Han by seven inches, and his words seemed to be much sharper, and words like he couldn't make a weapon were also said.

Zheng Sheng was naturally annoyed: "First, if Wancheng is full of 'good friends' like this, it doesn't matter if you don't make friends!" Zheng Sheng looked at Zheng Yang, Zheng Ye, and the Huang brothers.

Zheng Hong's face turned bitter, and he glared at his son fiercely again.

Zheng Yun was also bitter in his heart, hey, Shizi, the scope of your blow seems to be too big, right?

"Second, I don't think I can't be a tool without supervision. Shen Du, I can still do it. In the end, I think Wancheng ......," Zheng Sheng looked around, "it seems that no one can teach me anything that is useful to me anymore." ”

Zheng Miao's eyes showed surprise, but he remained silent: "Shizi, don't be proud!" ”

Zheng Yuan was tired of standing, and he sat down again: "Ke Wu, you are still young, remember not to be arrogant!" ”

"I'm not arrogant. Some time ago, at the Qiu Fuzi's house, I told the masters in Nanyang an enlightenment article containing 1,000 words, which is the thousand-character text. The result was still for me to write out, and the masters didn't do it at all. ”

Zheng Meng said toughly: "Shizi, you have to learn more than just writing. You are the son of the world, you want to inherit your father's title, and you have to learn more things! ”

"And what else?" Zheng Sheng asked.

"Family affairs, no matter how big or small, must be understood. My father is a general, and he must understand the way of marching and fighting. ”

"Ziqing, these things, there's no need for a child to touch them, right?"

"Yes, when the world is older, can you slowly understand these chores?"

"Shizi, do you want to be a general? I think it's okay, let's be an official for politics. ”

Everyone began to discuss, and everyone's opinion was that Zheng Sheng didn't need to touch these for the time being, after all, he was still too young now.

"yes. The heirloom is nothing but the Marquis of Guannai. Why be so demanding? That's what you think, right? Zheng Luo looked at everyone, and he said loudly: "Have you thought about it? Our Nanyang Zheng clan has a pavilion marquis so easily, shouldn't we move forward and win greater glory? ”

Everyone was silent, and when these words came out, they were about to stand on Zheng Ming's side.

Zheng Sheng still admired Zheng Ming's ability to agitate, so he used two sentences to make everyone agree with his opinion.

"Even though I'm only seven years old, I've learned a lot from my mother." Zheng Sheng shook his head, "Big brother, let's compare!" ”

Zheng Meng looked at him in surprise, "Than? Than what? ”

"We are more than a gentleman in the six arts: etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, and mathematics. I'm comparing these with my eldest brother, if I can beat my eldest brother slightly, then shouldn't my eldest brother stop caring about my business? ”

"Than the six arts? All right. If you can overcome me, I will not care about you anymore. Zheng Miao smiled and said to Zheng Sheng, although he was full of smiles, Zheng Sheng could feel Zheng Ming's confidence and contempt for him.

The six arts of the gentleman were the six basic skills that the official school required students to master during the Zhou Dynasty, and later became the standard for measuring talents. Zheng Sheng and Zheng Meng are better than the six arts of gentlemen, the purpose is to prove that he is no worse than Zheng Meng now, so of course you are not qualified to care about me!

Zheng Sheng is confident, but Zheng Meng is even more confident.

"Well, it's perfect to compare the six arts, but the etiquette and music in the six arts are not particularly easy to measure?" Zheng Hong said, "Etiquette is to observe daily words and deeds; Le, do you want them to sing a song? ”

The crowd shook their heads.

"Also, Ke Wu is only seven years old, how does the art of archery compare to Ziqing?"

Zheng Meng didn't think twice, "Since this is the case, then compare books and counts." ”

Zheng Yuan nodded: "Since this is the case, then ask Master Qiu to preside over this competition!" ”

Qiu Fuzi nodded, Zheng Meng originally wanted to change someone, but he thought that it was getting late, and he would change someone to be the host, and today's competition would definitely not work, so he would leave Zheng Sheng one more night's time?

Seeing that everyone had no opinions, Qiu Fuzi said: "But it's getting late today, why don't you compare tomorrow?" Qiu Fuzi naturally thought of sharpening Zheng Sheng's knife again to increase his chances of winning.

"The two competitions didn't take long. Let's get started! Zheng Sheng spoke first.

Qiu Chudao glared at Zheng Sheng, boy, I'm helping you!

"Okay, let's get started." Zheng Miao frowned, he couldn't understand why Zheng Sheng didn't want to stay one more night to prepare.

Several other juniors in the hall also sat on either side, and they watched the competition excitedly.

Zheng Meng and Zheng Sheng sat opposite each other in the hall, and a desk was moved in front of them and a pen, paper and inkstone were placed. The competition began.

"Scholars, literacy, writing, composition. Counting, art also. Qiu Chudao said: "One book, three tests." ”

"One, literacy. In this way, the two of you will go to the side hall first, and all the Zheng people present here will write down ten rare characters, and then, five of you, read their pronunciations. Each time one is read, the other person corrects first. If the first person reads it correctly, it counts as a chip; If the reading is wrong, and the other person points out the error, the second person counts as a chip; Misread, no identification, not counted. ”

Zheng Sheng raised his hand: "Then what if the first person reads it correctly and the second person corrects it wrong?" ”

Qiu Fuzi glared at him, "The first person adds one chip, and the second person subtracts one chip." ”

"Well, and what's wrong with both of them?"

Qiu Fuzi turned around and discussed with Zheng Yuan again: "It's not a plan." ”

"Oh." Figuring out the rules, Zheng Sheng thought about it and felt that he didn't have a good grasp of this game, the Chinese characters he knew were all simplified, and he knew very few rare simplified characters, let alone rare characters in traditional Chinese.

Sure enough, except for the first word, Zheng Sheng did know, the remaining four Zheng Sheng could only guess. Luckily, he guessed two more correctly.

After guessing the last ten words, Zheng Sheng got three chips, and Zheng Luo was six chips. Zheng Meng made one mistake himself, and he also answered Zheng Sheng's two wrong questions.