Traveling to Daliang Kingdom starts from falling into the water

Chapter 1023: There's Only One Reason?
The experimental field in the backyard, spanning two hundred square meters, was filled with mature crops, including corn with stalks that had turned yellow and wheat ears with stalks bent low by their weight.

Beyond the wheat ears are fields of sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, and soybeans, and beyond that are sunflowers, their large faces drooping, growing in every nook and cranny.

I had already harvested two crops before, and then planted more seeds, so I didn't have the time or energy to put them on this. Fortunately, they matured without rotting, but I don't know why.

The trees grow densely, unlike the nearby fruit trees that are laden with fruit. They are not planted side by side, so it's difficult to go inside and take a look.

Zhou Banxia, ​​who was put down by Gu Wenxuan, didn't have time to think about how he was willing to let go, and listened to him ask for his opinion.

Needless to say, the sooner we visit Uncle Cheng, the better. Since we have to go in person anyway, we might as well go as soon as we hear the news.

But is that the only reason?

Not necessarily.

If it weren't for having some important business with Master Cheng and the others, Brother Li would have said he hadn't seen the headmaster for over a month. Why would you try to cheat me out of money, Brother? Tell the truth.

Knowing you as I do, since Senior Brother Qian won't say, even if you really want to know why your Uncle Master hasn't been at the academy for a month or two, you can't keep focusing on Senior Brother Qian.

No matter how big the prefectural city is, the Cheng family mansion is right there. Why would you need to swindle money, senior brother? Just wait a couple more days, and the prefectural manor manager will reply and everything will be clear.

I suppose you originally intended to visit Master Cheng, or you recently received a letter from your uncle and wanted to discuss something with Master Cheng, right?

No one knows a husband better than his wife!

Gu Wenxuan laughed when he heard this. "It's not as complicated as you think. I've already shown you the letter from the teacher. I just want to go to Jingshan Academy before the autumn examination."

It would be best to go before the Dragon Boat Festival and have my grandmaster give me his opinion first, since it will be at least June or July before the teacher replies.

The reason is that I can only complete a portion of the assignments that my teacher and master sent me and then hand them over to Dajiang. The rest will have to wait until next month to be sent out.

The time gap in between is perfect for me to ask my grand-uncle to oversee things. Once I receive a reply from my teacher, will I have ample time to review the areas I'm still lacking?

Zhou Banxia looked shocked. "You scared me to death! You, a top contender for the top scholar, still have things to review? Does that mean you're just relying on luck?"

So fake!

Without saying a word, Gu Wenxuan took her hand, patted it on her chest, and reminded her, "You forgot to add this gesture, my good wife."

"Oh right, thanks for adding it for me!" Zhou Banxia poked his arm with her finger. "Besides that, what's the third reason?"

“Since you’re in your postpartum period, it’s better to do it sooner rather than later. We can ask your teacher uncle to come back sooner so he can accompany you out for a stroll and we can avoid going to the county school every day.”

"That's not just one reason, buddy!" Zhou Banxia chuckled, rubbing his forehead. "Can I take that to mean there's no room for you to improve at the county school?"

"How should I put it? Reviewing the old to learn the new is a kind of progress, it's just that the review progress over there is a bit slow, so there's not much room for improvement for me."

The teachers at the county school were very good, and they were happy to give me extra tutoring, but the number of students was limited, so I couldn't always take up the time my classmates spent asking the teachers questions.

Furthermore, when Cheng Qian and others come to me for help with questions, it's fine; but some classmates are just not quick to grasp things. Even though everyone around them understands, I can't understand even after I've explained it three times.

You can't really scold them. They only come to you for advice because they don't understand. Everyone has to study hard to become a scholar. Can you say that they have a problem with their brain?
What to do? I can only try to avoid them to avoid getting bothered again. The problem is, most of my classmates are like this, sometimes suddenly not getting it. It's not that I'm arrogant, but I almost never live at the county school. If I really listened to you guys and lived there, even more classmates would come to my door for advice at night.

Especially at this crucial juncture, with everyone working their butts off to prepare for the autumn exams, reviewing old material together won't be very effective. I'm better suited to studying in peace and quiet.

Of course, studying quietly doesn't mean working in isolation. It's still great to be able to exchange ideas and discuss problems with students of similar abilities..."

understood!

Ultimately, it all boils down to not wanting classmates who can't offer much room for improvement to take up your precious time at this crucial juncture.

"...It's not that your man is selfish. There's nothing wrong with it on a daily basis. We all learn from each other, and what we learn isn't limited to book knowledge."

No matter what, those students in the county school, even if they were attached students, were still scholars even if their scores in the county examination were outside the top two hundred. They were still quite capable.

Some of the poems written by the author are quite good; although they may not reach the level of classic masterpieces, they are still quite amazing—that's their strength.

Look how envious you are!

Zhou Banxia suppressed a laugh and continued, "The other party's excellence is probably related to their environment. Practice makes perfect. The more you listen and write, the more you will naturally improve."

There's a saying, "Read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and even if you can't compose poetry, you'll be able to recite it." Let's not talk about poetry for now, but take the "Flying Flowers" game for example. Isn't it impossible to play it well without a foundation in poetry?
However, it is not uncommon for five-, six-, or seven-year-old girls to be able to respond with a line or two, even though these girls have not systematically studied the rules and regulations of poetry.

It was the environment, the constant exposure to the game of "flying flowers" (a traditional Chinese game of wordplay) from a young age that made them naturally memorize a few lines. Didn't that make them seem incredibly clever?

If a child merely memorizes a few phrases and repeats them, it's just childish repetition. To call them exceptionally intelligent would be an exaggeration; they're more like clever. But it must be said, everyone starts from a different point in their lives.

"That's right!" Zhou Banxia gave a thumbs up. "That's exactly what I mean. What have you lost to them again? It's just a matter of time before you can surpass them."

The poems you come up with yourself now are not bad at all. At least they are not doggerel. Don't look at how others started earlier and actually studied hard for many years.

You are already quite outstanding. Given your current level of diligence in learning, it's not impossible that you could become a great Confucian scholar, a great poet, or a great mathematician whose name will be remembered throughout history.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Gu Wenxuan chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. "I know what a great Confucian scholar and great poet is, but what's a great fortune teller? Is your man a fortune teller?"

"What are you talking about? 'Great Calculator' naturally refers to a mathematician, like the father of the abacus—"

"That's called the Calculation Sage."

"You're nitpicking with me, aren't you?" Zhou Banxia glared. "Do you think I don't know who in history was called the 'Sage of Calculation'? Isn't 'Immortal of Calculation' a better name than 'Sage of Calculation'?"

"You can do it like this?"

"Why not? Aren't there poets like the Poet Immortal and the Poet Saint? Oh no, I was just about to say something, but you interrupted me and I forgot. My brain is fried!"

Gu Wenxuan quickly reached out to block him, "If you want to hit someone, hit yourself, don't hit my wife. Are you trying to ask me how many days I'll be back after I leave the day after tomorrow?"

"..." That sounds so good, it almost made me split into two! "Of course, this experimental field is waiting for you to come back and harvest it."