The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 122 Others' Children

  The powerful masters are depressed.

  They are all a little curious, how did they clean up their children? They cried when they were cleaned up, and didn't dare to say why?

  The problem is that my family is also one of the top dignitaries in the city. Is the other party a child from a poor family?

  Still a four-year-old girl? ?

  Dean Zheng frowned, and he was obviously aggrieved, but he didn’t want to mention it.

  Looking at the fat girl again, pouting her lips, she also looked unconvinced.

  Yes, she is not convinced.

  "Stupid, don't let me say it." He muttered.

  Every time she follows her words, those children's heads become lower.

  President Zheng raised his hand slightly, stopping what the master wanted to say.

  At this moment, Dean Zheng has a bizarre conjecture.

  This child has an average family background, and it is impossible to deceive others by his family background.

  This child is young and cute, so he must not be able to fight.

  Piansheng can make it difficult for those older brothers and sisters to speak up, and make those who are above the top and who are like the favored son of heaven dare not say anything in grievance.

  That must be her own reason.

"Come here, read the isolated copy of this copy. All the children write it down together. No matter how much they can remember, they should recite it." Dean Zheng pulled out a manuscript from the desk. The book was obscure and not at this age. It's time to learn.

  The master paused, just read it again, how many words can he remember?

  But I didn’t ask much, I just read it straight.

  The faces of the children underneath were instantly pale.

   Seeing their faces, Dean Zheng became more determined. It must be that this child is in the area where they are good at, and can't lift their heads.

  It’s okay for a few masters. Their children are all clever and smart, and the smartest child in the house is selected here.

  Master had read for more than half an hour, and everyone drank two pots of tea.

  The children can't see anything on their faces, but the cold sweat is falling off their foreheads.

  Jiang Huailu even took a few pieces of cakes on the table and said something to Xia in a low voice. As if he didn't even listen to it.

  Master finished, put the book together.

  The dean glanced at his grandson: "Shu'er, you come."

  Na Zheng Wangshu is seven years old this year, and his grandfather has spoken about this book several times. Not timid, he went forward and memorized a few pages, only to peek at Jiang Huailu after memorizing it.

  The children of the Du family memorized a page.

  Wen Rujing memorized two pages, and Wen Ruyu memorized one page.

  This book has never been read before, and a group of seven-year-olds are already extremely gifted.

  The faces of the masters are slightly better.

   "You guys don't study well and don't want to get out of the deserted city, who can do it?" Master Wen glared at the child and went to herd.

  At the time of exile, everyone had three generations of rules not to be officials.

  They are all exiled from the previous generation, and in the grandson’s generation, three generations have passed. This is their biggest expectation.

  Get out of the deserted capital and return to the world.

  But now, I actually want to herd cattle.

   Put your cow head.

  All the children looked at Jiang Huailu in silence.

  Jiang Huailu had already eaten and belched, and Xia gave her a little push: "It's your turn." whispered.

  Jiang Huailu half-closed his eyes and lay in Xia's arms, looking drowsy.

  "I haven't learned all the words, what to read..." Jiang Huailu started before the words finished.

  Although the voice was confused, it didn't stumble at all, it was smooth and natural, and she squinted her eyes as she wished.

  ……

  After half an hour.

  A more miserable cry came from the academy.

  This time, it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of being beaten.

  　 ask for ticket stamp, punch stamp...

  (End of this chapter)