Two little girls of six or seven years old didn't know anything. They only knew who's father was more powerful.

Fei Ruhe felt that he couldn't get in the conversation, so he deliberately looked for a topic and said, "Zhao Han is amazing. The teacher taught us arithmetic. He only learned it for a few days, and the teacher in turn asked him for advice."

"Really?" Fei Rulan didn't believe it.

"I didn't lie. If my sister didn't believe me, she would ask Fei Chun." Fei Ruhe said.

Fei Chun nodded vigorously: "Really, Brother Han's arithmetic made me dizzy."

After all, Fei Rulan was only thirteen years old. Her suicidal thoughts started to fade away, and she regained her liveliness as a young girl. She said with a smile: "Then let me give you a test. There are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage, and there are thirty-five of them.

There are ninety-four legs under it. How many are each of the pheasant and rabbit?"

Uh, can there be something new about a chicken and a rabbit in the same cage?

This question seems to be difficult for the first grade of junior high school, or maybe the sixth grade of elementary school.

Zhao Han was too lazy to calculate the formula and replied: "23 chickens and 12 rabbits."

"Sure enough, he is really good at arithmetic!" Fei Rulan praised.

Zhao Han said modestly: "I only have a little understanding."

Fei Rulan has lived in a boudoir for a long time and can only go out for three or five holidays every year. In ancient times, there was no Internet, so it was very uncomfortable for a stay-at-home girl. There were not even a few novels to read.

Seeing that Zhao Han was quite interesting, she immediately came to talk about sex and asked quickly: "Can you compose poetry?"

"No." Zhao Han answered simply.

Fei Rulan was slightly disappointed and asked again: "Can you be a matchmaker?"

"No way." Zhao Han was too lazy to waste his brain cells.

Zhao Zhenfang suddenly said: "Second brother knows how to do it. Dad taught him how to fight. When we were fleeing from famine, dad was still teaching us halfway."

"Uh..." Zhao Han was speechless.

Fei Rulan thought for a while and asked the question: "Why is a handsome scholar drunk? You are right."

Zhao Han said casually: "A good cabbage is not as good as a pig."

"No, no, it's a big mistake," Fei Rulan shook her head repeatedly, then burst into laughter, "How can I be so antagonistic as you? You are not elegant at all."

Alas, I don’t want to talk nonsense to you anymore. This kind of game is too childish. I might as well practice martial arts with your brother.

Fei Rulan finally found someone to chat with and kept talking all the way. Zhao Han replied a few words casually, which made her cover her mouth and laugh. She didn't know why the laughter point was so low.

At noon, they had dinner in the academy and rested for half an hour. Then Lou took her daughter down the mountain.

Fei Rulan was a little reluctant to leave. Once she returned home, no one would talk to her, leaving only the maid to play.

Dinner was eaten at Pang Chunlai's thatched house, and Xu Ying's family were all there.

Master Pang was very happy, drank a few more drinks, and then fell ill because he didn't cover himself with a quilt at night.

Damn the weather!

A cold wave hit in the middle of the night, and there was heavy snow.

Zhao Han got up in the morning, opened the door and saw that the mountains and plains were all white.

He finally realized the power of the Little Glacier. This was Jiangxi, and half a foot of snow had accumulated overnight.

Fortunately, I didn't stay in the north, otherwise I don't know what the hell it would have been like.

Master Pang fell ill, and for the next half month, he had an assistant teach instead.

Zhao Han studied classics in the morning, practiced martial arts at noon, practiced calligraphy in the afternoon, and tutored his classmates in arithmetic in the evening. In the blink of an eye, it was time to celebrate the New Year.

Regardless of whether they are in colleges or private schools, students are going home one after another.

Fei Yinghuan personally tutored his son's homework. Because there was a boy's examination in the spring, Fei Ruhe was forced to take the boy's examination.

There is no suspense whether you can pass the exam or not. The most important thing is to experience the atmosphere of the exam room.

(Two books are dedicated to you: "Bringing the System to the Tang Dynasty", written in the second year of Kaiyuan, during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Friends who like the prosperous Tang Dynasty must not miss it.
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