Shang Xiaohu was very uncomfortable when the two of them saw him, but he was still unwilling to accept it. He sat upright and muttered in a low voice, "What if I teach you."

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang ignored him and thought to himself, who doesn't want this kind of thing to happen again!'

But how can you be so greedy and irrational?

The woman did a good job with Brother Hui, and it was enough.

Brother Hui looked at what the three of them were saying on his father's side, but looking at their expressions, Brother Hui knew that his father and grandfather had prepared a good result of his defeat.

As for the young general Shang, he seemed to have quite confidence in him.

Looking at the abacus on the table in front of him, Brother Hui couldn't help but wonder whether Lord Zong is his mother's person, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence? He knew the first one, but in the second one, ahem, it was actually another.

Or is it that the mother is a God's son and has the ability to predict the future.

It is also possible that my mother arranged for her great-grandfather to secretly poison Lord Zong's family to force him to compromise and cooperate?

Although I know that my mother is kind-hearted, Brother Hui thinks that her mother can do such a thing.

And the great-grandfather, he will listen to whatever his mother says.

Even if he doesn't agree, he will do it.

The reason why Brother Hui assumes this is not that he thinks that his mother is despicable and shameless in order to achieve her goal.

My mother said that you should not be too rigid in dealing with people, it depends on the situation.

For example, if the mother really poisoned the Zong family and Lord Zong did not compromise, the mother would not really take revenge on others and would really poison them to death.

It must be used that kind of medicine that looks like poisoning, but it will not cause harm to people.

Although there is a saying that medicine is three parts poisonous, my mother said that using the right poison can save people.

My mother taught him abacus in Youcheng, but my mother also taught him a better person than abacus, calculation!

I remember my mother said at that time that there was another algorithm called mental abacus, but my mother said that the child was not suitable and said that she would teach him if he had to grow up.

After a while, the clan envoys had hung several questions from the ministers on the wooden rack, facing the candidates.

Shang Xiaohu stared at Brother Hui in anticipation, but soon became less calm.

When others read the questions on the paper, they started to plan and calculate, but Brother Hui moved the abacus to a corner of the table.

Then, looking at the question on the paper, looking at the for a while, then lifting the pen and dipping it ink and writing something on the paper.

The person who could see Brother Hui's actions understood that he could not use abacus and was using a pen! This would be fine, and Lord Zong did not clearly stipulate that he had to use abacus.

As long as the answer is correct, that's fine.

Brother Hui looked at the previous question and was a little disappointed after he had done a few questions.

This is the question raised by the ministers in the court. What kind of mentality do they treat the candidates for the new king as mentally retarded? Or are they afraid of offending others, so they deliberately reduce the difficulty to such a low level?

These questions are simply incomparable to the ones given by my mother when she was in Youcheng.

It’s like an adult holding two pears and asking the child, baby, let’s see which of these two pears is bigger!

Alas, it seems that I have too high expectations for them! Brother Hui sighed in his heart, and his previous interest in waiting for challenges faded.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang immediately noticed the loss on the child's face. Both of them couldn't help but worry about the child. The first game was too high-profile. If this game failed, the difference would be too big and the child might be difficult to accept.

What the two of them are thinking about now is not the outcome of the child's victory or loss, and they are either worried or distressed.

As a grandfather of the child, when Fan Puchang knew that his grandson was still alive, he only wanted the child to grow up safely and to marry and have children and live a peaceful life.

But he also knew best that due to the particularity of the child's identity, his ideas were simply unrealistic.

Xue Wenyu and Fan Puchang actually felt that it was already quite outstanding that this child could face it calmly and walk in and sit here bravely.

"Is the little prince copying the question?" Someone was talking in a low voice.

In the hall, the beads on the abacus were crackling and crisp, but judging from the movements of pulling the beads, the two of them were similar to those of Brother Hui, and they were also quite similar.

Among the eleven candidates, only the abacus on Brother Hui's desk was idle, as if it was a decoration.

The two candidates sitting on both sides of Brother Hui looked at what he was writing indefinitely, and focused on the abacus and counted the questions given by all officials.

Oh, this question is pretty good! Brother Hui finally got a question that he felt was quite satisfied with. When he went back, he would tell his father and check which minister gave this question and see how his character was.

People who dare to ask questions with difficult questions at this time may not be upright, and maybe the psychological distortion my mother said may not be necessary.

The rules of this competition are explained in this competition: calculate all the questions and get up, hand the answers to the Zong's hands, and then tap a copper bell on the Zong table to be considered as the paper was successfully handed over.

Since the competition started, Zong's eyes fell on Brother Hui several times.

Then, the old man couldn't understand it anymore. The child was so calm, but the abacus was useless, but he seemed to be disgusting something. So, what was he writing on paper? He was really copying the question?

After the last competition, the literati and poets in the capital went outside the Prince's Mansion to see this amazing little prince.

Although the people didn't see it, the Prince's Mansion actually sent them the Prince's words.

It's also limited to the quantity, and you'll get ten pieces every day.

Some people wait in line before dawn, but later they go in the middle of the night. Later, because there are more and more people, they go in line as soon as it gets dark.

I’m not sure which one of the new kings won the final victory, but what he could be sure of was that the little prince’s reputation was getting bigger and bigger.

In recent days, the guards of the Bingmasi said that more and more scholars have entered Beijing.

Needless to say, I heard the news and came from afar.

This is writing. At the beginning, I actually wrote such a shocking influence.

Is this boy really as some ministers say, is he lucky? He is just good at writing?

There are rumors everywhere in the capital that the word was taught by the prince’s wife, but it has not been confirmed and I don’t know whether it is true or false!

Someone asked the prefect Mu, but the prefect Mu was very resistant to this question, his face looked ugly and he did not respond at all.

I also heard that the daughter of Prefect Mu went to the Prince's Mansion when it was dark. Not only did the person go in, Xue Wenyu's subordinates ordered people to pour water to wash the ground outside. Mu Jinyi ran away in shame and anger.

Thinking of this, Zong raised his eyes and glanced at the officials, and happened to see that Grandpa Mu was distracted.

Alas, if Prince Jie takes office, the two families of Prefect Mu and Marquis Xue will be completely destroyed and will never be able to turn over!

In Wenhua Hall, everyone listened to the crackling sound of abacus, and expected that someone would have to wait a while before they could get up and hand in the papers, so they started drinking tea while bored.

But at this moment, someone exclaimed.

So he looked up and saw that someone had already stood up from the candidate and walked towards Lord Zong with the paper.

"Why is it him?"

Xue Wenyu was also surprised when he looked at the person who walked to the sect.

Fan Puchang was a little uneasy. Even if this child couldn't do it, he would just sit there and wait. Anyway, after giving the answer, he would not leave the palace directly, so he would still have to return to his original position and sit and wait for the result...
Chapter completed!