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Weizhao was only five years old, but it didn't stop her from having a firm heart to be a little girl. She had already planned her entire life well: find a man who could support his wife and two old procrastinators, marry him if he was stronger than her father, marry him, and have four or five smart boys.

However, there were always obstacles in 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 tried his best to comfort her, "Your dad is already so old, even if he wants to live, he might not be born. Not to mention, even if one is born, he's so young. When he gets old, wouldn't he want you to be filial?"

After saying that, he saw Weizhao nod her head in dejection twice. Mr Qian's heart felt like it was soaked in vinegar; it was sour and soft at the same time.

Weizhao's mother, Mr Qian, had seen her before, so he doubted the Emperor's taste (the Emperor would naturally not tell him that he had been forced to bow to an overlord), but Mr Qian still admired Weizhao's Mother. At least he had taught her to be very sensible, and, ah, it would have been better if she hadn't skipped school from time to time.

The current social culture was as such, regardless of which man in the world was looking forward to becoming a man in one fell swoop. Even the emperor, in his letter to Mr Qian, had said something along the lines of, "Such wisdom and intelligence, if it were a man, he would rather scatter six palaces to receive personal upbringing!"

Mr Qian remembered the words of the emperor. When he heard Weizhao talk about Eldest Son of Du Family, he felt disdain towards the two men. He naturally leaned towards Weizhao.

Weizhaodo was a good girl. She even knew to hold on to his sleeve to avoid losing him.

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

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Ping County were located in the northeast of the city, with canals passing through the counties. Ships passed by, making the economy pretty good, Du Weizhao's home was in a village near the 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.

Du Family Eldest Son of Du Family's cooking skills were passed down through the generations, and in addition to that, ordinary people would not dare to kill pigs with knives. Therefore, Eldest Son of Du Family's profession was also extraordinary, and his position in the village was very stable.

Although Eldest Son of Du Family was called 'Boss', his parents unfortunately only had one child. Originally, they called him 'Boss' because they wanted to seduce their younger brother and sister. Unexpectedly, the couple didn't meet this day (the reincarnated people probably didn't want to be called 'Second Brother Du'), and they didn't know if they would be able to gain sudden enlightenment in the underworld.

Eldest Son of Du Family was not only strong, but he was also tall and sturdy. He was a man who held a sabre all day long, and very few people dared to mess with him. There was no need to even mention Weizhao's Mother. She had a large mole on her chin, and when she spoke, her eyebrows would rise up and down. It was enough to scare a little kid to death.

With such a powerful parent as her backer, no one would easily provoke Weizhao 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 as if Weizhao didn't know what her 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 she always skipped school, Weizhao said that she was not the only one who was unhappy.

There were people who couldn't bear to see Weizhao do anything, and there were people who liked everything that Weizhao 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.

At this moment, Weizhao was in her class.

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

Weizhao recited a short paragraph of a thousand characters. Usually, after reciting it, Mister would also have to explain the meaning of it.

Weizhao recited the words in her mind. She had memorized the contents of the 200 words, but she only knew how to read them. She should have been able to read them aloud.

Mr Qian wasn't in a good position to hit her, he just felt a bit weak on the back. He wasn't that kind of person to force others, so he nodded and told her to go down.

Weizhao walked to her seat. Ji Ming, who was standing in front of her, saw that the mister had gone out, so he quickly handed her a cinnamon cake hidden in his sleeve. "It's very delicious. My sister came back to see my grandma."

Before Weizhao could say anything, the girl beside Ji Ming, who was called Qiao Yun, said sourly, "I don't have anything at home, but I like your crappy cake …"

He's only four years old this year, and I already treat you well just because you're good to me. It doesn't matter if I like you or not, I treat you well just because you're good to me. I treat you the same age, Weizhao is beautiful and she can keep up with my homework, his love for her is naive and innocent, and now that he heard Qiao Yun's words, he was only afraid that Weizhao would really reject it. But the pastries were really good, so he ignored Qiao Yun and said to Weizhao, "I ate a piece, it was very delicious."

Weizhao ignored Qiao Yun's sarcastic remarks and took Ji Ming's pastries. She slowly chewed them with a face full of "good taste"! Wang Liu-Li only dared to speak up, but Weizhao could call her sister if there was even the slightest bit of actual action!

Qiao Yun was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes. She was a little jealous (she would not admit it). Being ignored was like seeing a pile of dog shit by the roadside.

Weizhao finished her cake.

Mr Qian came back just in time to see her moving small mouth, as well as the pastries 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 Mister walking over, she hurriedly complained, "Sir, she ate in class …" "Ugh …" The next two words were covered by Ji Ming, who came over to bully him.

Mr Qian coughed and said, "Make sure you do it well!" Outside, sitting on a wooden stake in front of the academy, was an expressionless little girl standing in front of him.

Moments later, Mr Qian thought to himself, This is really great, he already has his dignity at such a young age!

Weizhao: 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?"

Weizhao nodded.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"En," Weizhao pinched the corner of her shirt and lowered her head as she continued, "When a disciple is eating pastries, he should not only think of himself, 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 move anymore.

Or Weizhao was smart. At her age, when a child saw the one thing he liked, it could be said that she was alone.

As for sharing? I'm sorry, good things are too precious to eat. Mr Qian naturally knew this. He hadn't taught Weizhao about filial piety and respecting the teacher, but since Weizhao could say it out loud, it showed that she had a kind heart! He had comprehension!

"It's not Qiao Yun's fault for blacking out. It's just that mister is too biased and has his heart set on her back."

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

She didn't say anything, and Ji Ming didn't blame her either. Seeing her black eyes shining like purple grapes that had been frozen in the summer, he smiled happily. He wanted to speak again, but his brother called him home from outside the window.

"Shall we go together?"

Ji Ming's elder brother, Ji Quan, was standing at 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 threshold of the classroom was a little high, so when he saw Ji Ming coming out, he reached out to help him.

Weizhao had a good impression of him (Ji Quan was good-looking). She put her small hands on his palms and raised her head to give him a sweet smile. "Thank you, brother."

Ji Quan had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, good looks, outstanding looks, good academic performance, Mr Qian's proud disciple, and he was also a low-key, modest, and polite person.

Mr Qian had also mentioned this beloved disciple in his letter, causing the emperor to jump up and down, "My daughter must not marry a country bumpkin. I'm paying attention to all the children of Beijing family, you just need to teach and don't do whatever Yue Lao does!" Although the emperor said so, Mr Qian also felt that the military order outside the city would not be taken advantage of. He would not get involved with it, but he would not break it apart either.

Most of the kids at this age had let go of their studies to go home. Weizhao came from her mother, so Madame Du Su came to pick her up herself.

When Weizhao saw her mother, she quickly abandoned Ji Quan's hand, carried her schoolbag, and ran over to her mother to act coquettishly.

"Don't run, just watch and sweat!" Weizhao's Mother pulled out the same handkerchief from Weizhao's sleeve and wiped her forehead.

Weizhao 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 Weizhao's hand as they walked home.

Ji Quan and Ji Ming smiled as they watched them leave.

When they reached home, they started drinking water. Weizhao still hadn't settled down yet, when the neighboring neighbor, Spring Flower, ran over to play with her. "Weizhao, let's go to the river bank to play with mud!"

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

Weizhao didn't want to go. She reluctantly told her mother, "Then hurry up, I'm hungry."

The Spring Flower was older than Weizhao by a month, and much stronger. It held her small hand with great strength.

When they arrived at the stream, Spring Flower was holding many round balls in the mud. Her hands were quickly covered in mud. Seeing that Weizhao was not very happy while squatting down, she asked, "Why don't you play?"

"I'll watch you play."

Spring Flower was strong and sturdy, but her thoughts were simple. She had gone out of her house with great difficulty and thought the same of Weizhao. Therefore, she felt that it was a pity for Weizhao to waste her time to not play.

Weizhao carried a bucket of water from the stream on her 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.

Weizhao was smarter than her. Even though she was only five years old, she knew a lot about worldly affairs, just as she envied Spring Flower that she didn't have to go to school, but she could think about it and couldn't say it out loud because most people envied her that she could go to school. If she told Spring Flower that she didn't like school, she would be sad.

Sigh! This was not a normal level of melancholy!