Old Doctor Zhang was greatly alarmed.
How could he not study the books of the sages? Only by reading the sages' books could one understand rites and reason. If he did not study these, what else was there to learn? Were there any other scholarly works in this world?
"Since you don't know the Four Books and Five Classics, how will you teach Zhang Qi? If no private school will take him in, then I'll teach Zhang Qi to read and write."
Mother Zhang was immediately displeased upon hearing this.
"You'll teach him? You never even passed the provincial examination in your entire life. You've been a Tongsheng Scholar all your life—what do you have to teach with?"
That one sentence nearly enraged Old Doctor Zhang to death. When it came to scolding, Mother Zhang knew best how to provoke her old man until he was half-dead. She mercilessly ripped open his scars and sprinkled salt and chili powder inside, making his beard tremble wildly as he ground his teeth.
"You... you... you infuriate this old man..."
Bai Yujun did not even raise her head. She quickly finished her rice and set down her bowl and chopsticks.
She patted Zhang Qi on the head.
"Zhang Qi, what skills do you want to learn? Do you want to spend every day nodding your head and swaying as you read, or learn real skills?"
She would first ask the child what he wanted. If he liked all that "this and that," it was fine; perhaps he would become a Scholar-General in the future, planning strategy within the command tent and winning victory a thousand miles away. But if he preferred real skills, she would teach him something useful and make him a commander who could wield both pen and sword.
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