After rebirth, I became Qingmei's white moonlight

Chapter 122: 1206 years old, but knows martial arts! (Subscribe)
"Well... I just came upstairs to look around and see if there's anything I can help with. Don't worry about me, just continue writing."

Bai Zhantu calmed down instantly and said, "Although your handwriting is very good, you are still a long way from getting my approval."

"Oh."

Jiang Shu nodded and continued to do his homework, but he was slightly wondering in his heart, how could Old Deng not be surprised to see his handwritten print?

It seems that you are very dissatisfied with me. I have to think of another way.

Bai Zhantu glanced at him secretly, pretended to go downstairs, and decided to come back up to check later.

Not long after, Jiang Shu finished his Chinese homework and started doing his math homework, just in time to meet his father-in-law coming upstairs for inspection.

Seeing that he could do math problems very quickly and get the correct answers at a glance, Bai Zhantu knew that this kid was indeed smart and that addition and subtraction within 100 would not be difficult for him.

"Xiaoshu, come here." He sat next to the tea table and waved to Jiang Shu.

"Oh."

Jiang Shu suddenly became nervous. He didn't understand why his father-in-law called him over at this time. Could it be that he wanted to put medicine in the tea?

Very scary.

"Uncle Bai, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, sit down."

Bai Zhantu smiled slightly and poured him a small cup of brewed tea. Jiang Shu could no longer see clearly what was going on.

After all, Huangmao is right in front of him, and who knows what the daughter-slave man will do for his daughter.

He was a little afraid to drink for a moment.

"Relax, don't be restrained, try it and see if you are used to it. This is new tea that was just picked this year, so it shouldn't taste that bitter."

Jiang Shu grinned and decided not to drink: "Uncle Bai, our family doesn't have the habit of drinking tea. If possible, I would like to drink boiled water."

Bai Zhantu raised his eyebrows slightly. This kid actually dared to refuse his tea?
"Okay, plain water, right?"

He immediately poured a glass of boiled water and placed it in front of him. It was literally boiled water, the kind that was freshly boiled and was steaming.

"Thank you Uncle Bai."

"How old is the little tree this year?"

"6 years old."

"Oh, I see you have good handwriting skills. Did you take a training course to learn this?"

"Uncle Bai, I taught myself."

"Self-taught?"

"Just look at the words in the textbook and write them stroke by stroke. You will get the hang of it after you practice more." Jiang Shu answered fluently. He didn't know how many times he had made this excuse.

Anyway, I am not an insider in the calligraphy circle, so I have no idea what the difference is between regular script.

Bai Zhantu's pupils shrank slightly. He could practice his handwriting so well just by looking at the textbook. Should he say that this kid is gifted?
No, if it were someone else, he would probably have praised it without reservation.

But if it's a little yellow hair...

"Oh, it's okay, not bad." He said against his conscience.

"Everyone has something they are good at, just like Xiaolu. She is very good at music. It doesn't take her long to learn a piece of music." Bai Zhantu took a sip of tea happily.

Although you are a natural calligrapher, your daughter is not bad either.

In a sense, a qualified musician is much more popular than a calligrapher.

After all, it is a high art. Even people who don’t understand it can tell whether a piece of music is nice or not.

But in the field of calligraphy, one needs a certain threshold to appreciate it, otherwise "Xuan Chi Yan Yun" might be regarded as "fuck it", which would only add to the joke.

Jiang Shu was slightly surprised. No wonder there was a piano in the living room. He thought it belonged to his mother-in-law at first, but he didn't expect that it was Xiaolu who was playing it.
He had never heard of it in his previous life.

But think about it, the two had no intersection in their previous lives, except for secretly following each other a few times, so it's normal not to know these interests and hobbies.

"Xiao Shu, I see you are pretty good at math. Did you teach yourself?" "Almost. I know a little bit." Jiang Shu said modestly.

Bai Zhantu pondered his tone and raised his level slightly in his mind.

"Have you learned multiplication and division?"

"Hmm... maybe I have learned it."

"15÷6=?"

"2.5." Jiang Shu blurted out.

If it were in the past, he would definitely have to think for two or three seconds, but after he developed a sense of numbers, everything was different.

Bai Zhantu raised his eyebrows in surprise, this boy was really amazing, he said the number casually, and Jiang Shu also answered it casually without hesitation, which meant that his mental arithmetic ability was no worse than that of a fourth or fifth grade primary school student.

He was too lazy to continue probing and asked directly: "What else do you know?"

"Uncle Bai, didn't you just say that everyone has their own strengths? I'm a little different, I'm good at a little bit of everything."

Wow, what a loud tone!
My daughter can play the piano. Can you?

Bai Zhan Tu silently despised him in his heart, you little bastard, you finally start to brag, right?

"For example?"

Jiang Shu blinked his eyes innocently, then suddenly his expression became stern. He stood up and started performing a set of boxing moves.

Bai Zhantu stared with wide eyes, watching his experienced combination of skills come to an end, and instantly fell into deep thought, starting to wonder what went wrong.

Why doesn't this kid act according to common sense? !
Whose child knows martial arts at the age of 6?

That’s fucking outrageous!
Bai Zhantu even suspected that in a few years, when Jiang Shu grew up a little, he might not be able to beat him.

Damn, is this a silent threat?
Bai Zhantu took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth with a melancholy mood, but he was at home now and the children were all there, so he thought about it and decided to give up.

"Where did you learn this?"

“My dad loves watching boxing matches.”

“And you learned it?”

"I don't know if this counts as learning it. Anyway, I have learned some boxing moves. Uncle Bai, do you want to see it? I have other tricks." Jiang Shu grinned.

"No, no, no."

Bai Zhantu quickly shook his head. He now realized that this kid had some evil in him. Not to mention his conventional skills, he thought it was possible that he might suddenly do something weird.

He suddenly remembered that a few months ago, Xiaolu suddenly came home and told him that she would not learn Taekwondo anymore, and that Xiaoshu was very good at boxing and would protect her.

He thought it was just a joke at the time. What did a kid know about boxing? But he didn't expect that the kid was actually serious!

The key point is, Jiang Shu is only 6 years old now, where did he learn so many messed up things.

Bai Zhantu racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

"Well, that's good. You guys continue with your homework. I'll go downstairs and bring up some fruit."

Jiang Shu looked at his father-in-law's guilty conscience as he ran away and couldn't help but chuckle.

He actually wanted to test him. If he showed any of his tricks, it would scare this old Deng to death.

"Xiaoshu, what did you just say to my father?" Bai Lu asked curiously.

"Nothing, just a brief and friendly exchange with Uncle Bai."

Jiang Shu suddenly said earnestly: "Xiaolu, don't always praise me in front of Uncle Bai in the future."

"why?"

"You don't want to see me become pieces one day, do you?"

(End of this chapter)