Cesare would run to his mother's room every morning, hoping that her mother would get better overnight and be able to take him to the city again, but he never did.
His mother stroked Cesare's hair, apologized for his physical weakness, and promised to make up for it in the future.
Later, due to her mother's physical condition, she was unable to take care of Cesare, and even getting out of bed became difficult.
During this period, the family invited a lady named Margaret to become Cesare's tutor. Whenever she came from the city to the countryside to teach Cesare, she would also teach Cesare by the way. Ray's mother brought her daily medication.
Cesare didn't like this old woman at all. Ms. Margaret almost had the word "stereotype" written on her face. She always had a disdainful expression on her face, as if the whole world had something against her. owe.
Her skin is dry and rough, and her sunken eye sockets always reveal a proud indifference.
There is also the old black clothes she wears every time she enters the house. She is dressed like an old nun who has left the world. Her earth-colored hair is tied into an ugly hairpin and she never puts on makeup.
His voice during class was shrill and harsh, and his attitude towards Cesare was very disdainful.
Every day she walked into the house arrogantly, looking here and there. Before sitting on a chair, she would take out a handkerchief and wipe it with her before sitting on it.
The servants at home didn't like her either, but no one said their true thoughts. It seemed that this old woman was still somewhat famous in Florence, and it took a lot of effort to invite her to teach Cesare.
The daily lessons are nothing more than Bible verses or adult etiquette. Unlike her mother, Margaret would turn the boring words in the Bible into interesting bedtime stories and tell them to Cesare, so that Cesare would understand Learned many truths in the world.
Ms. Margaret would only force Cesare to memorize by rote, and he had to memorize the thick scriptures word for word from beginning to end, and he was not allowed to memorize even a single punctuation mark.
Even if there are printing errors in the Bible, they must be recorded in the mind as they are written in a way that is known to be wrong.
The girl Margaret never taught mathematics. She thought mathematics was a crap that only witches could learn, but she always carried a ruler with her.
It's not for teaching, it's just for slapping Cesare's palm when he makes a mistake to teach him a lesson. She also threatened Cesare not to tell his mother or the servants at home, otherwise he would only make future punishments more severe.
But it has to be said that under such a frenzied education, Cesare's memory for written knowledge grew rapidly.
It’s just that those days were not happy at all. Every day I hoped that my mother would get well soon and never let Ms. Margaret teach me again.
One day in Cesare's room, Ms. Margaret arrived on time for today's class as usual. Her time was accurate to the second, never a second early and never a second late.
Just because Cesare bowed a little too far, she punished Cesare by repeating the gesture a hundred times.
And what kind of physical strength and willpower can a young child have to repeat the same action over and over again? With just a stagger, Ms. Margaret took out her ruler again and forced Cesare to stretch out his palm.
Just as the ruler was raised high and about to fall, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Cesare's mother walked straight in with her big belly.
The assassin's angelic face was filled with anger, her brows were furrowed and her lips were tightly pursed, as if she was trying her best to control her emotions. Her breathing was rapid and her chest was constantly rising and falling, and she could clearly feel the weakness of her body.
And Margaret also hid the ruler behind her immediately. This was one of the reasons why Cesare didn't like her. She was extremely hypocritical. The tutor who had always been arrogant turned pale when he saw his mother coming in. .
She saw Cesare's mother transform from a frail but elegant lady into a volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
Cesare had never seen his mother so angry, not even when her mother was attacked by assassins before.
The mother spoke coldly without giving Margaret any chance to explain. "Hand it over, or get out." There was no mercy in his words.
Seeing that her behavior had been exposed, Ms. Marguerite stopped pretending and handed the ruler to Cesare's mother. The corner of her mouth twisted inadvertently to show her dissatisfaction, but she still gritted her teeth. He stammered in his explanation.
"With all due respect, madam, this kind of punitive education is very necessary for your son. Many people, including myself, have to go through harsh education when they are young to achieve great achievements and honor their ancestors."
In her impression, many parents seemed to be moved by these words, but Cesare's mother was the only one who didn't accept this at all, and became even more angry after hearing Margaret's explanation.
She grabbed the ruler and threw it to the ground. The loud sound frightened Ms. Margaret and she almost jumped up.
The maid and housekeeper at home were quietly lying outside the door, watching everything happening in the house with interest. They were originally here to persuade Madam to go back to her room to rest.
But after seeing this, they were afraid that the madam would vent her anger on the two of them, so they didn't dare to come in, and they couldn't help but look at Margaret, that unpleasant old woman, shriveled up.
"I don't need my son to achieve anything when he grows up! I just want my son to be kind-hearted and know how to respect others! But what are you teaching him? To use violence wantonly against people who are weaker than you? "
Cesare's mother asked angrily.
"But..." Margaret wanted to continue to defend herself, but was ruthlessly interrupted by her mother again.
"I don't want to listen to your explanation. I respect your knowledge and your teaching experience, but for my son, please change your popular educational philosophy."
The mother gently hugged her pregnant belly. She seemed to realize that being too angry would be bad for the fetus in her belly, so she tried her best to control her tone.
"If I find any wounds on my son's body again, I will let my son take a sword to your class, and let you understand what it means that all living beings are equal under the gods."
Before leaving, my mother glanced at Cesare and gave a deliberate warning. "If anything happens again, call me anytime. With mom here, no one can bully you."
After the mother left, the two servants quickly withdrew their heads, leaving only Margaret and the young Cesare in the room. The class passed easily, and Margaret hardly said anything more. I didn't dare to say anything big, so I could only sulk myself.
Since then, the process of family classes has indeed become much better, at least there is no harsh corporal punishment, but it is still boring and boring.
Although Margaret would bring her mother's medicine every time she came, which was much more convenient, her mother also considered asking her to be replaced by Cesare as a teacher because of her old-fashioned educational philosophy.
But thinking that Margaret was invited by Cesare's father...and thinking of not causing more trouble to her husband, she never spoke.
