Cui Jie left with a confused look on her face. Even after giving her the money, she was still thinking about what was wrong.
I originally wanted to ask Cong Shuang when I went back, and the two sisters reflected together on what was wrong. But then I thought about it, and I felt like I had been cheated today. If I told Cong Shuang, wouldn't my calm and wise persona be destroyed?
So Cui Jie had no choice but to decide not to tell her. It didn't matter if she lost the money, but her character must be stable. If even her personal maid questioned her IQ, where would the authority of a young lady from a wealthy family lie?
The more Cui Jie thought about it, the angrier she became, feeling as if she had suffered a dumb loss.
After walking a few steps, Cui Jie finally couldn't help turning her head. This time she was no longer afraid, but looked directly into Li Qinzai's eyes, trying her best to squeeze out a fierce look, fully expressing her displeasure.
Li Qinzai narrowed his eyes and smiled nonchalantly. It didn't matter if he got the money, and she glared at him. She wouldn't be pregnant anyway.
At this moment, Li Qinzai doesn't look like a good person.
Cui Jie couldn't help but wonder whether Li Qinzai's reputation was good or bad. Since she met him, he seemed to have never done anything excessive, but at this moment, neither his expression nor his behavior looked like a kind person.
An idea popped into my mind uncontrollably.
She suddenly wanted to go to Chang'an City and personally inquire about the conduct of the British prince's grandson.
From what Liu Asi said, he seemed to have done some extraordinary things, and we should inquire about these.
Quietly clenching her fists, Cui Jie made up her mind instantly.
Tomorrow I will take Cong Shuang to Chang'an City. Anyway, I am not short of money. I can hire an oxcart and enter the city with my face covered with gauze, so I am not afraid of being discovered by the Cui family's spies.
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In the afternoon, another guest came to Ganjingzhuang.
This time the guests were not one or two, but a group.
The size of the guests was quite large. There were more than a hundred people who looked like bodyguards, surrounded by a group of teenagers and children. They sat in several carriages and slowly drove to the entrance of the village.
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the carriage could not move forward, so the teenagers and children got off the carriage and looked at the only low-key yet luxurious courtyard in the village with bewildered expressions.
The first boy, about eleven or twelve years old, squinted his eyes and observed for a long time, pointed to the other courtyard and said: "That should be the residence of Li Qinzai, the grandson of the British Duke. When he came, my father warned me to bow to him." , don’t be arrogant, I’ll walk there in a moment.”
Everyone was vaguely led by this young man, and upon hearing the words, they all agreed.
However, another teenage boy disagreed. He snorted and said with a look of arrogance on his face: "Li Qinzai just created a bunch of incomprehensible things in front of his father. What did his father say?" What is it called a 'formula'? It is also said that these knowledge are very important to the Tang Dynasty, but I just don't believe it. A bunch of inexplicable things can influence the fate of the Tang Dynasty?"
The leading young man seemed to be quite afraid of him. He just smiled when he heard this and did not argue with him. He just said: "Father said that we should show respect to Li Qinzai. It is always right for us to listen to what Father said."
The teenage boy curled his lips: "In my father's words, Li Qinzai is a scholar and a man of heaven, and he has become a sage-like figure. It is so unreasonable. I have never heard of Li Qinzai's reputation. He is the naughty grandson of the British Duke. It’s just my son, where did he get his monstrous abilities? My father must have been deceived by him..."
The leading young man finally couldn't bear it anymore and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please be careful and don't be disrespectful to your father!"
The child snorted and became silent.
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At the entrance of the village of Ganjingzhuang, a group of children in the village were having fun.
Qiao'er was among them. Compared with the noisy children of the same age, Qiao'er behaved particularly calmly. The child, who was obviously only five years old, looked like a parent supervising children at this moment, smiling and watching the children play.
Some children also came over and invited Qiao'er to play with them. Qiao'er refused with a smile and secretly rolled her eyes.
Since the children were taught hundreds of surnames, both farmers and children in Zhuangzi were very respectful to Qiao'er. This respect even exceeded that of Li Qinzai.
In the eyes of the farmers, Li Qinzai was the head of the family and also a landlord. It was only natural for the farmers to farm the land and pay rent to the landlords, but they also relied on their own labor to make a living.
But Qiao'er was different. The children of farmers were called "study" in front of Qiao'er.
That's right, knowledge comes from seeking. This is the simple understanding of bankers.
Since the word "Qiu" is included, Qiao'er is naturally more respected in Zhuangzi than Li Qinzai.
Everyone respectfully called him "Little Mr.", and Qiao'er was not used to it at first. Later, more people called him "Little Mr." and Qiao'er got used to it. Over time, Qiao'er couldn't help but develop the authoritative demeanor of Mr. Xiao.
For example, at this time, playing with children is something that a young teacher would never do.
Playing with them, no matter how old or young, where is the majesty of the little gentleman? Looking at the content of their play, it is nothing more than chasing and playing, haha, childish!
Qiao'er curled her lips.
It’s still fun to play with dad. He will create some very fun games, such as backgammon, origami airplanes, origami boats, throwing sandbags, etc. They are fun and novel, and it is very fun to play.
As for the childish games played by these childish guys in front of me, hey, the little gentleman has seen the world, okay?
Sighing in boredom, Qiao'er sat on the haystack, boredom written all over her pink face, and her little appearance of pretending to be a calm adult was cute and adorable.
Not far away, a group of young children slowly walked into Zhuangzi surrounded by a group of guards.
Qiao'er saw them and stared at them doubtfully for a long time, watching them walk in from the entrance of the village step by step.
Judging from their luxurious clothes and magnificent entourage, this group of people is either rich or noble.
A group of rich and noble people came to Zhuangzi. No need to ask, they must be looking for his father.
So, we have another guest at home?
Qiao'er's little face fell. The emperor was a guest in Zhuangzi a few days ago. Qiao'er had to get up very early every day to pay tribute to the emperor. During the day, he was listless and had to accompany the emperor to wander around in Zhuangzi.
Not only that, there are strangers everywhere in the house, and there are rules everywhere, which makes it very uncomfortable.
For Qiao'er, guests at home are torture to him.
The emperor finally left, but a few days later another guest came, and this time there was a group of guests?
Qiao'er watched the guests getting closer and closer with a sad face, and couldn't help but sigh heavily.
At such a young age, I have endured too much pressure that I should not have to bear at this age.
As the guests got closer, they saw the children playing and joking in the village, so they stayed away. Looking at the children's vulgar clothes and dirty faces, many guests showed disgust.
In an era of strict class, even if two groups of people from different classes meet, there will be no intersection, and no one will feel anything wrong.
Qiao'er blinked a few times and suddenly jumped down from the haystack, blocking the way of the guests.
"Are you here to see my father?"
The young man who was the leader of the guests was very kind. He squatted down and said with a smile, "Who is your father?"
Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "My father is Li Qinzai, also called Li Jingchu. He is the grandson of the British Duke."
When the guests heard this, their attitudes immediately changed and they became friendly.
"It turns out that you are Li Qinzai's son. It's a pleasure to meet you. Yes, we are here to visit your father."
Qiao'er asked curiously: "Do you have any business visiting my father?"
The child who had been opposing the young man just now snorted and said, "Father has decreed that we should learn from your father."
"Learning? Do you also want to memorize hundreds of family names?" Qiao'er blinked innocently.
"We have already enlightened you about the surnames of hundreds of families," the child said reluctantly, "We are here to learn...well, learn formulas."
Qiao'er suddenly realized and said with a smile: "It turns out that I am studying mathematics."
As she spoke, Qiao'er puffed up her chest and said, "I know math. You don't have to learn it from my father. I'll teach you whatever I want. After you learn it, you can go back, okay?"
"You can?"
Qiao'er showed the majesty of a young gentleman and said calmly: "I am the successor of my father. Do you think I can do it?"
The naysayer sneered: "You are a guy who boasts so much that his hair is not even long. What do you know? If you can count from one to a hundred, you are considered great."
Qiao'er kept blinking and said, "It seems you know better than me? I'll ask a question. If you can answer it, I'll let you go to the village to visit my father. If you can't answer it, how about you turn around and go back?"
"Okay!" The naysayer agreed without hesitation.
The leading young man was too late to stop him, so he had to sigh.
Qiao'er scratched his head hard and said it was a question. As a five-year-old child, how difficult could the question be?
After a long time, Qiao'er's eyes lit up and she said, "Whoever of you can recite 'Nine-Nine Songs' completely will be considered to have answered it. How about that?"
The guests were stunned.
"Nine-Nine Songs" was renamed "Nine-Nine Multiplication Tables" more than a thousand years later.
Even primary school children in future generations can catch it and recite it accurately. For children in future generations, the multiplication table is a basic operation and must be memorized.
However, the guests in front of me don't know how to do that.
It is not easy to study these days. The guests are either rich or noble, and most of them are studying.
But they were born as princes or children of powerful people, and the oldest was only in their teens. Even when they read, they only read a collection of classics and history. How could they waste their time on arithmetic, which is completely ignored by the world?
Now everyone was confused.
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