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Although Wei Zhao was only five years old, he didn't stop her from having a firm heart as a little girl. She had long planned her entire life: find a man who could support his wife and was slightly stronger than her father, Big Brother Du, and marry him.

However, there were always obstacles in his life. Mr. Qian was the biggest and toughest one in the academy up to now.

There were so many students in the academy. There were those who were smarter than her, and some who were more stupid. Why was it that he saw her in his eyes and chased after her, forcing her to study, study, and study all day long?

Seeing how pitiful she was, he could only use all the strength in his brain to comfort her, "Your father is already so old, even if he wants to live, he might not be born. Furthermore, even if he is a small child, once he is old, won't he expect you to be filial?"

After saying that, Mr. Qian's heart felt as if it was soaked in vinegar when he saw Wei Zhao nod his head gloomily twice. It was sour and soft at the same time.

Mr. Qian had seen Mr. Wei Zhao's mother before, which was why he had questioned the Emperor's taste (The Emperor naturally wouldn't tell him that he had been forced by an overlord to bow his head). However, Mr. Qian was still very impressed by Wei Zhao, at least taught him to be very sensible, and, if he didn't skip school from time to time, it would be even better.

The current social culture was as such; no man in the world didn't expect to win a man in one go. Even the emperor, in his letter to Mister Qian, had said something like, "Such wisdom and intelligence." If he was a man, he would rather scatter six palaces to receive personal upbringing!

Mr. Qian remembered the emperor's words and felt a sense of disdain towards these two men when he heard Wei Zhao speak of Eldest Brother Du. He naturally leaned towards Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao was so obedient. He even knew how to hold his sleeves and walk, so that they wouldn't be lost.

Wei Zhao: I'm so tired. Mister, please drag me away!

Ping County was located in the northeast direction of Yan Country's capital city. There was a canal in the county. Ships passed by, and the economy was quite prosperous. Du Weizhao's home was in a village in the outskirts of Ping County.

In the village, as long as one had the slightest bit of ambition, they would either go to the mountains to gather herbs, cut firewood, or go to work in the county. Of course, the income from working in the village was much more stable.

The Du Family's Eldest Brother Du's skills were passed down through the generations. In addition to the fact that normal people wouldn't dare to kill pigs with knives, Eldest Brother Du's profession was transcendent as well. His position in the village was very stable.

Although Big Brother Du was called Eldest Brother, his parents unfortunately only had one child. They originally wanted to call him Eldest Brother so that they could seduce their younger brother and sister, but unexpectedly, the two of them didn't meet this day (the reincarnated people probably didn't want to be called Second Brother Du). They also didn't know if they could gain sudden enlightenment in the underworld.

Not only was Boss Du strong, he was also tall and sturdy. He had been holding a blade all day, so very few people dared to provoke him. There was no need to even mention Wei Zhao Niang, who had a large mole on her chin. When she spoke, her eyebrows would rise and fall, scaring the courage of a little kid.

With such a powerful parent backing him, Wei Zhao was not easily provoked in the academy.

There were those who were unhappy that she often skipped school, but they could only hold it in in their hearts. They couldn't and didn't dare to provoke her in the slightest. The teacher had said that if one dared to fight in the academy, regardless of whether there was logic or not, they would face the same result: dropping out of school.

It wasn't that Wei Zhao didn't know what his classmates were thinking. Even if they didn't say anything, she wasn't blind with that look in their eyes. However, she felt that she was very reasonable. If there's any injustice, let's say it! Or bullying her? She was always ready to cry.

"If it wasn't for mother saying that I'm not allowed to fight in the academy, would I have even waited for you to pick a fight? If you have any actions, then move quickly! "

Although he was always skipping school, Wei Zhao himself said that life in the academy wasn't something that he wasn't happy about.

There were those who couldn't bear to see Wei Zhao do anything, and those who liked him no matter what he did.

Having been born in the countryside was beneficial, as there was no family that wouldn't go out after locking up with their daughter. At first, the teacher wanted to separate the male and female classes, but after seeing the parents, he followed the customs and separated the class from the other classes.

Wei Zhao was in the small class.

Mr. Qian checked every day, and now it was her turn to recite.

Wei Zhao had memorized a short paragraph of a thousand characters. Usually, after he finished reciting, Mister still had to give a lecture on meaning.

She had memorized the contents of the two hundred words, but she had only known how to read them. She should have been able to read them out loud, but she had forgotten them instead.

Mr. Qian couldn't beat her, but he felt a bit weak on his back. He wasn't that hard on her, so he nodded and told her to go down.

When Wei Zhao reached his seat, Ji Ming, who was standing in front of him, saw that the mister had left, so he quickly handed a osmanthus cake hidden in his sleeve to her. "It's very tasty. My sister came back to see what my grandma brought."

Before Wei Zhao could say anything, Qiao Yun, who was sitting next to Ji Ming, said sourly, "I don't have anything in my house, but I really like that piece of crappy cake of yours …"

Ji Ming's eyes were slightly red. He was only four years old this year, but you treated me well and I treated you well, it didn't matter if I liked you or not, I treated you well too at your age, Wei Zhao was beautiful, and his studies also kept up with her. His love for her was naive and naive, and now that he heard Qiao Yun's words, he was only afraid that Wei Zhao would really reject it. But the pastry was really delicious, he ignored Qiao Yun and said to Wei Zhao, "I ate a piece, it's very delicious."

Wei Zhao didn't pay attention to Qiao Yun's sarcastic remarks. He received Ji Ming's pastries and slowly nibbled them with a face full of "good taste"! Wang Qianyun only dared to speak up. If she acted even the slightest bit in practice, Wei Zhao could call her elder sister!

Coincidentally Yun Xiao was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes. She was a little jealous (she wouldn't admit it). Being ignored was like seeing a pile of dog poop by the roadside. Who would spread their poetry towards dog poop?

Wei Zhao finished his cake.

Mr. Qian came back in time to see her moving small mouth and the pastry crumbs at the corner of her mouth.

He took the ruler to her desk and nodded twice for her to follow him out.

When Qiao Yun saw her teacher walk over, she quickly complained, "Teacher, she eats in class … "Ugh …" The next two words were covered by Ji Ming.

Mr. Qian coughed and said, "All of you, do well. Take good care of your books!" Outside, sitting on a wooden stake in front of the academy, was an expressionless little girl standing in front of him.

In a moment, Mister Qian thought to himself, "This is really impressive, already possessing such dignity at such a young age!"

Wei Zhao: Well, what should I say to coax him? How did Father and Mother coax me? &... Forget it, they have no reference value at all. I'll just think of one myself!

"Do you know your wrongs?"

Wei Zhao nodded.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Mm." Wei Zhao pinched the corner of his shirt and lowered his head as he said, "When I eat pastries, I shouldn't only think of myself, but should first give it to mister."

Mr. Qian's heart was hit by a big lump of honey. For a moment, it was so sweet that it could not budge.

Or perhaps, Wei Zhao was smart. A child of this age could see the one word that he liked: independence.

As for sharing? I'm sorry, good things are too precious to eat. Mr. Qian was aware of this point. He hadn't taught Wei Zhao and his disciples about filial piety and filial piety, but since Wei Zhao could say it himself, it showed that he had a kind heart! He had comprehension!

"It's not that I'm blaming you for blacking out. It's just that you're too biased, causing your heart to lean behind your back."

After the class ended, Ji Ming couldn't help but ask Wei Zhao, "Is it delicious?"

Wei Zhao lifted his long eyelashes and nodded. She didn't say anything, and Ji Ming didn't blame her either. Seeing her eyes shining like purple grapes that had been frozen in the summer, he smiled happily.

"Shall we go together?"

Ji Ming's older brother, Ji Quan, was standing by the door. He was eleven to twelve years old and was still considered a child in the eyes of adults, but he was already able to take care of his younger brother and sister. The doorway to the classroom was a little high, and when he saw Ji Ming coming out, he extended his hand for him to support.

Wei Zhao had quite a good impression of him (Ji Quan was good-looking). He placed his small hand in his palm and raised his head to give him a sweet smile, "Thank you big brother."

Ji Quan had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He had a high nose bridge, a straight nose, good looks, and an extremely outstanding appearance. His studies were also good, and he was Mr. Qian's prided disciple.

Mr. Qian had also mentioned this beloved disciple in his letter, causing the emperor to jump up and down, "My daughter absolutely cannot marry a country bumpkin. I've paid attention to all the children of Beijing family, you just need to teach and don't do whatever Yue Lao does!" Even though the emperor had said so, Mister Qian did not want to be affected by the external military order. He did not want to get involved, but he did not want to break it apart either.

Most of the kids at this age had let go of their studies to go home. Wei Zhao had come from her mother, so he looked especially important. The Du Family had personally come to pick him up.

When Wei Zhao saw his mother, he quickly abandoned Ji Quan's hand, carried his backpack, and ran over to her mother to act spoiled.

"Don't run, just watch and sweat!" Wei Zhao Niang took out the handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped her forehead.

Wei Zhao smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not hot at all." In the spring when the flowers bloomed, even if he ran for a bit, he would still not be able to sweat.

"Alright, you're not hot." Mother held Wei Zhao's hand as they walked home together.

Ji Quan and Ji Ming smiled as they watched them walk away.

When they reached home, they first drank some water. Wei Zhao hadn't settled down yet when the neighboring neighbor, Spring Flower, ran over to play with him. "Wei Zhao, let's go play with mud by the river!"

Wei Zhao felt a kind of jealousy and envy towards his peers who didn't need to go to the academy. He held his cup of water and was about to refuse when he heard his mother say, "Go and play, don't go into the river. I'll call you back when the meal is done."

Wei Zhao didn't want to go, so he reluctantly said to her mother, "Then hurry up, I'm hungry."

The Spring Flower was older than Wei Zhao by a month, and it was much stronger than her.

When they arrived at the stream, Spring Flower was holding many round balls in the mud, and both her hands were quickly covered in mud. Seeing that Wei Zhao wasn't very happy squatting down, she asked, "Why don't you play?"

"I'll watch you play."

Spring Flower looked strong and sturdy, but her thoughts were quite simple. She'd gone out with great difficulty and thought the same of Wei Zhao, so she felt that wasting time like this was a bit of a waste of good fortune.

Wei Zhao took a small bucket of water from the stream with his short legs and washed her hands with it. The mud on her hands was too thick for her to continue playing without washing it.

Spring Flower washed her hands, shook them a few times, then wiped them on her clothes to dry them.

Wei Zhao was smarter than her. Even though she was only five years old, she knew a lot about worldly affairs, just like how she envied Spring Flower that she didn't have to go to school. She could think about it, but she couldn't say it because most people envied her that she could go to school.

Sigh! This was not a normal level of melancholy!