For the first time, Han Yu felt that having a good memory was not a good thing.
The article can be memorized backwards and forwards, but the truth is revealed.
"Ahem—" Han Yu cleared his throat in a subtle way, "Second brother, you misunderstood. I was just testing my endorsement."
Han Song glanced at him without saying a word.
Han Yu felt guilty when he saw him, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Second brother, isn't the third uncle also studying in the town? You have been back for more than half a month, and I have never heard that the third uncle has read a book."
Could it be that he is used to reading silently?
But in Han Yu's opinion, reading aloud is far easier to remember than reading silently.
Han Song wrote lightly: "Don't worry about others. Tomorrow I will test your recitation of "The Great Learning". If there is any mistake or omission, or if the word '口' is randomly substituted, you will be punished with five large characters."
Han Yu: "...???"
The endorsement was not difficult for Han Yu, but he was shocked by Han Song's ruthlessness.
After seeing Han Yu's literacy speed, Han Song arranged another homework for him - calligraphy practice.
Every day, Zuo Zuo had to repeatedly write and practice the words he learned that day, and Han Song began to give instructions on his calligraphy.
Han Yu was determined to practice calligraphy, but his wrist strength was not strong enough. Every time he wrote, his writing was soft and messy, like a cat's tail brushing randomly.
Han Song didn't criticize him every time he watched it, and just let him continue practicing.
He said that practicing calligraphy well is also a bonus.
Han Yu was convinced of this and shouted "Second Brother, you are such a good person" three times, issued three good person cards in a row, and practiced Chinese characters diligently.
It had only been three days, but Han Yu was extremely tired.
Even with Xiaobai's healing blessing, his wrist was still so sore that it hurt even the slightest movement.
If there are five more, I'm afraid it will be useless.
However, under the suppression of his elder brother's blood, Han Yu knew that resistance was futile, and also understood that the second brother was doing it for his own good, so he quickly said righteously: "Don't worry, second brother, I will definitely be right this time."
Han Song: “I hope so.”
Han Yu was concentrating on reading the article, but Han Song's thoughts were drifting away.
Yesterday was the day when Han Yu threw his books into the stove and burned them.
Not in this life.
Not only did Han Yu not burn his books, but he was also quite close to him. He was also full of enthusiasm for learning and showed no signs of slacking off.
Does that mean that there is still room for change?
Han Yu will become his ideal good brother and will not kill him in the future.
Dai Viet will also prosper and become so powerful that other countries will not dare to covet it.
And Mr. Ling.
Can he find Mr. Ling as soon as possible and repay his kindness and life-saving grace in his previous life?
Han Song closed his eyes, and a breeze blew into his chest, causing ripples called anticipation.
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The next day is the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, and it is also the New Year’s Eve when people in Dai Viet get together with their families.
Early that morning, Han Yu woke up under the influence of his newly developed biological clock.
Xiao Shuirong put the jacket that exuded the scent of honey locust on Han Yu's pillow: "Brother Yu, please sleep a little longer. We have to keep vigil at night. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay up all night if I don't get enough sleep."
Han Yu thought it was okay.
In ancient times, there were no electronic products and there was no need to go out on missions in the middle of the night. During this period, he went to bed shortly after dark and slept more than he usually did in a year. He was very energetic.
"Today, my second brother is going to take a test on my endorsement performance in school." Han Yu reluctantly said goodbye to the warm bed, "Go to bed early and get up early, so you can grow taller."
On the side, Han Hongye smoothed the wrinkles on Han Yu's coat: "It seems that Brother Yu will grow taller than dad in the future."
Han Yu struggled to raise his head to look at his muscular father and his bulging muscles, thinking that it was not impossible.
God knows how much he used to envy Experimental Subject No. 06 next door.
The growth rate of cells is a hundred times that of other experimental subjects. When Han Yu turns one year old, No. 06 has grown into a muscular man with full combat effectiveness.
But Han Yu was so envious.
Han Yu looked forward to the bright future for a while, quickly got dressed, and went straight to the southwest room next door after dinner.
Han Shu was sitting at the door, weaving a basket, his fingers flexibly flying between the bamboo strips.
Seeing Han Yu, he grinned: "Brother Yu is here to see Brother Song?"
Han Yu nodded, and Han Shu pointed behind him: "Your second brother is reading in the room, go in by yourself."
Han Yu responded with a crisp voice and entered the room holding the book.
Han Song, still wearing a blue-grey short coat, sat as straight as a pine tree in front of the window, his face serious and focused.
Han Yu unconsciously lowered his voice: "Second brother."
Han Song glanced sideways and tapped his chin on the small wooden bench beside him: "Sit down first, and then I will test you after I finish reading this article."
Han Yu sat down obediently, placing his hands on his knees in a typical primary school student posture.
Taking advantage of this time, he began to memorize "The Great Learning" silently.
It's not that I'm not confident, I just use it to pass the time.
During this period, Han Song murmured a few words from time to time and picked up his pen to make notes. A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Han Song closed the book and wiped the ink from his fingertips with a handkerchief: "Okay."
Han Yu consciously stood up and stood upright, closed his eyes and cleared his throat: "The way to a university lies in Ming Ming De..." [1]
A cup of tea is enough for Han Yu to recite the entire text.
After the last word fell, Han Yu opened his eyes: "Second brother, how do I memorize it?"
Han Song is undoubtedly a qualified teacher, and he never easily denies his students' efforts due to prejudice.
He has seen Han Yu's diligence these days, and it is difficult for him to say "no".
Therefore, under Han Yu's expectant gaze, he nodded and said, "Very good."
Even the children of Yue Jing official families who are the same age as Han Yu may not be as fluent as him.
Last time "Zhongyong" got a "good" evaluation, this time it was "very good", which shows that the second brother's satisfaction with him has reached a new level.
Han Yu raised her invisible little tail and couldn't lower the corner of her mouth no matter what.
Seeing him like this, Han Song warned in a deep voice: "A arrogant soldier will be defeated. This is just the beginning. You even have a private school..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion outside.
The two of them followed the sound and saw four men dressed as government servants swaggering into the Han family courtyard.
Wearing a long black gown with narrow sleeves and a long knife on his waist, he looked very arrogant and dignified.
The leader of the black-faced yamen servant stood with his hands behind his back and said in a loud voice: "Is the head of the family here?"
Han Fa trotted out of the main room and responded in a voice: "Master, what do you want to do here today?"
The yamen servant behind the black-faced yamen servant drawled his voice: "The county magistrate has ordered us to collect the poll tax."
Han Fa was stunned for a moment: "Poll tax?"
Another yamen servant clicked his tongue: "I think you are old and confused. Don't you have to pay the poll tax every year? Last year, a few of my brothers came to visit us."
Han Fa slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory. There are a lot of chores at home and abroad these days, and I almost forgot about them."
Han Yu looked at his father's stooped back, his words full of flattery, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Second brother..."
Han Song's eyes were calm, and he didn't seem to be worried about Han Fa at all: "Children, don't worry about adults' matters."
Han Yu: "..."
Fine.
Han Yu pursed her lower lip, quietly shut up and watched the excitement.
Although Han Fa had studied for two years, he still felt a little guilty and short of breath when dealing with the yamen who represented the county yamen.
He clenched his coat and forced a smile: "May I ask some officials, is the poll tax still as high as last year?"
The black-faced yamen officer looked at the furnishings in the courtyard, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he read out a series of numbers.
Han Fa was shocked and seemed to be in disbelief: "Why, why did you add 10%?"
The black-faced government official walked all the way, his ears were pricked by the questioning words, and his irritability was palpable: "How do I know? Is it possible that the official can still lie to you?"
"Don't talk nonsense here. Pay the poll tax quickly so that we can go to the next house."
At this time, Han Hongqing, who was studying hard in the east room, came out after hearing the sound, cupped his hands, and said with a gentle temperament: "May I ask some of you, why the head tax has increased this year? You have to explain it clearly, so that we can pay with peace of mind. "
The black-faced yamen servant saw that he spoke politely and looked like a scholar, but his expression did not improve: "One or two of them are gibbering, do you really think that the official is your slave? You dare to question the official, I'm afraid you are not I’ve got a bear’s gallbladder!”
After saying that, a government official behind him stepped forward and gave Han Fa a hard shove: "The old man is asking all kinds of questions, but he doesn't want to pay taxes?"
Han Fa was old and had not worked for several years. After being pushed by the yamen servant, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
There was only a "click" sound, and Han Fa screamed and covered his arms, curling up into a shrimp in pain.
"father!"
Han Hongqing saw that Han Fa's right arm was twisted abnormally, and he immediately became angry: "My father just asked a few questions, why do you want to hurt people?"
The black-faced government officer saw Han Fa wailing. He was panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down: "You unscrupulous people don't want to pay the poll tax. The official is just giving you some color to see, so what can you do?"
In just a few sentences, Han Fa was blamed for refusing to pay taxes.
Han Yu took a breath and his eyes widened.
Are you still playing like this? !
