Even if Mo Qingxi is a modern soul in his body, he has studied history and always knows that in ancient times, children generally read "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text" or something.

And it's just literacy, even if you learn to write, it should be a single word practice, how can you ask people to write silently as soon as you come up!

Are all the children in this world so high-end in their enlightenment? Then these children are carried to modern times, and it is estimated that they are all little geniuses, and she can't accept them for a while.

"What are you doing?"

When Mo Qingxi came back to her senses, she saw that Mr. Teach, which was not like Mr. Teach, stopped at her desk, looking at the paper that Bixia had prepared for her, and the paper was blank.

"Haven't you learned?" Yun Qianyan frowned slightly, didn't he say that he was quite literate?

Mo Qingxi opened her mouth, of course she has learned, but in modern times, the texts that must be tested in the exam are memorized by everyone in junior high school.

But the problem is that she hasn't even seen it in this world.

"Can't write?" Yun Qianyan looked at the little girl in front of him who was a little dumbfounded, his brows furrowed even tighter, this foundation was too poor, he had never seen such a stupid student.

Generally speaking, unless it is a poor family, children will begin to enlighten when they are three or four years old, and they will write at the age of five, even if they are not good at writing, but they will be able to write after all.

The corners of Mo Qingxi's mouth twitched, can you not talk to yourself like this?

"Fifteen big words a day. Yun Qianyan threw down this sentence and left.

Mo Qingxi turned his neck stiffly, "What does he mean?"

In order to take care of her young lady's fragile little heart, Bixia replied in a tactful whisper: "What Mr. means should be that I want Miss to practice calligraphy first." ”

Hehe, in disguise, she's stupid, not only can't she even write, but she doesn't even need to go to class, right?

Very good!

Mo Qingxi bit his small teeth, picked up the brush on the side, pressed the paperweight, his eyes were bright, and he could faintly see the firelight.

In the two lives combined, only others said that she was smart, and no one ever said that she was stupid, this man is really good!

"The time has come. At the moment when a stick of incense had just burned out, Yun Qianyan said loudly.

The first person in each row of seats consciously stood up and took away the dictation of the people behind him, and even Ye Jingrui was inevitably involved in the work of collecting dictation.

And it just so happened that the seat that Bixia chose for Mo Qingxi happened to be the last one in his column.

He had asked Zhang Xiuhuai before, knowing that she had not been to school for a day, and he thought that he would receive a blank piece of paper, but he didn't expect it to be full of paper.

At first, he thought she wouldn't, but he didn't want to be embarrassed. Who knew that if she looked closely, the handwriting was not to mention, not only the first five that Mr. requested, but she wrote down the entire article.

For a moment, his expression was a little complicated.

Yun Qianyan didn't immediately look at the silent writing that was received, but put it aside, "Open the scroll, let's continue with yesterday's content." ”

For a moment, only the sound of flipping books and Yun Qianyan's cold voice without a trace of ups and downs could be heard in the water pavilion.

"Miss, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

Mo Qingxi opened his eyes, his eyes were hazy, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes, "Sister Bixia, what's wrong?"

Bixia smiled, "Miss, class is over." ”

"Huh, class is over?" Mo Qingxi noticed that the orange sunlight was spilling obliquely into the water pavilion, and the gentle breeze brought a slight coolness, and almost all the people around were gone, except for the first two left.

"Hmm. Mo Qingxi stood up and stretched his waist, no matter where he was, sleeping on the table was uncomfortable, and his back hurt.

"Sister Bixia, what time is it now, how long have I been asleep?"

Mo Qingxi tried hard to recall, but he had no impression of when he fell asleep.

It's all to blame on Mr. Teach, the voice is good, it's good, but it can't stand up without ups and downs, it's just an excellent lullaby. In addition to such good weather, it's strange that I can't sleep.

"You, miss, have almost slept all afternoon. Bixia tugged at the corners of her mouth and said.

From last night to noon today, I slept almost all afternoon, and the child is snooze, but it should be abnormal to get to this point.

Why don't you go back and talk to Dr. Mo later, and show Miss her body, don't have anything wrong with her body.

Mo Qingxi wouldn't have thought that Bixia would have diverged her thinking to the point of illness just because she slept a little more.

"Oh. Mo Qingxi didn't take it seriously, seeing that the two people in front of him were still sitting there, he couldn't help but be curious to go over and see what they were doing.

Zhang Xiuhuai was sitting on his lap, his pen was smooth and powerful, even if Mo Qingxi didn't know calligraphy, he could see that his handwriting was very good.

Most importantly, she understands it.

In her view, what he wrote was a short essay on how to quickly restore people's livelihood, promote the economy, and enrich the national treasury.

Although the idea is not very mature, and some of the proposals are even a little whimsical, they are very novel, and it may not be impossible to use them if you find someone with experience to improve them.

The most important thing is that he is only ten years old!

Mo Qingxi couldn't help but sigh, a genius is a genius, which can be compared to a pseudo-genius like her.

However, no matter how talented a child is, he must be taught, so that he can continue to absorb new knowledge, isn't the famous Fang Zhongyong in history a typical example?

She didn't think that just that sour talent in the village could teach such a genius, and I was afraid that he was not as good as Zhang Xiuhuai!

"After watching it for a long time, do you understand?" A childish but mocking voice sounded in Mo Qingxi's ears, interrupting her train of thought.

Mo Qingxi sneered, "You'd better think clearly, whether you want to offend me." ”

The words were full of threats, Ye Jingrui was not an ordinary child, and immediately thought of the fact that his father still needed her master to treat him.

The little face was expressionless, and pretended to be calm: "I don't believe that your master will listen to your little girl's words." ”

"Yes, I'm my master's only disciple, and my master raised me as his own daughter, so you can try to see if I can get my master to leave. Mo Qingxi crossed his arms around his chest, squinting at him, full of posture.

"You ......" Xiao Shizi was angry, and his little face was red.

He didn't know how the second uncle brought Dr. Mo to save his father, but although he was young, he also understood that this must be conditional.

Otherwise, just send someone to order him to come, but let the second uncle, who is the most important to his father, invite him.

"Xiaoxi, Xiao Shizi is still young, so don't bully him. Zhang Xiuhuai wrote the last stroke, put down the brush, and blew.

Ye Jingrui: "......"

He was even more upset when he heard this, okay!

He's a little older than this stinky girl, okay? It's like he's a lot younger than her.