Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

"Bai Song, you come first!" The boy in the blue shirt on the left stood up in a panic, and the wooden chair made a harsh sound as it dragged on the ground.

He clutched his sleeves and recited haltingly. After he finally finished, his forehead was covered in sweat.

The old man frowned and pointed to a child in the back row: "It's your turn."

The child got stuck just after reciting the phrase "人之初" (meaning "beginning of life"). His face turned red from holding back his words, and the classmates around him couldn't help laughing.

"Su Tang, it's your turn." The old man sighed and pointed to the corner.

The girl in the light pink dress was about to stand up when the girl with buns next to her stood up first.

She tilted her chin up and recited the poem in a clear voice, shaking her head, and the red ribbons on the ends of her hair swayed.

After she finished reciting it word for word, she even deliberately stretched out the tone, turned around and glared at Bai Wanwan fiercely.

Bai Wanwan was bewildered by her stare, and then she heard Shen Tao say, "This is Su Tang, my fiancée..."

Bai Wanwan shuddered and said, "You're engaged at such a young age?"

The ancients were really precocious. Shen Tao was only six years old, and Su Tang was probably even younger.

Shen Tao sighed and said, "I'm also annoyed by her. I annoy her more than you."

Su Tang suddenly stood up and said:

“Sir, I don’t think the Three Character Classic is difficult.

Since Bai Wanwan can be my reading companion, this Three Character Classic must be very simple for her!"

The teacher coughed and said, "Today is her first day of class. The Three Character Classic should be difficult for her!"

Shen Tao looked at Bai Wanwan with disdain and said, "You don't even know the Three Character Classic, do you?"

Bai Wanwan actually stood up and said, "I think reciting the Three Character Classic is a little too simple. How about we all recite it together?"

She turned to look at Su Tang and said, "Miss Su, isn't that true? You should be much older than me this year, right?"

Su Tang's face turned pale and blue as he said, "You dare to compete with me? Okay! Then let's get started!"

The girl with the red hairband pouted:

"Humph, that wild girl who ran away from the countryside, doesn't she even know what she looks like? How dare she compare herself with Sister Su Tang?

My sister is the most learned among us, so we must teach her a lesson this time!"

"That's right!" Ah Mei, who had two buns on her hair, started to make a noise:

"You're only two years old, you can't even speak clearly, and you want to compete in writing?

We practice calligraphy from morning till night, and our hands are covered in calluses. How can she compare with us?"

Another girl in green came over and said in a low voice:

"I heard she can't even hold the brush steady, so she'll definitely get ink all over herself and make a fool of herself!

Sister Su Tang, you have to let her know that we are not easy to bully!"

The girls were talking to each other, saying nothing good about Bai Wanwan, with smug looks on their faces.

The Master coughed and said, "Okay, let's start reciting it now."

As soon as the ink in the inkstone began to ripple, Lin Panpan pulled out the brush from the brocade case.

The mutton-fat jade pen holder is wrapped with golden auspicious cloud patterns, with a ruby ​​embedded in the top. The purple hairs at the tip of the pen are clearly visible and emit a purple glow.

It turned out to be a top-quality Xuan brush made from a mixture of extremely hard-to-find purple hair and the back hair of wild rabbits from Northeast China.

The teacher stretched out his hand tremblingly, his fingertips almost touching the pen but then stopped:

"Is this the Purple Phoenix Pearl from Shanlian Town, Huzhou?

It is said that this brush requires wild rabbit hair that is more than three years old, and it goes through seventy-two processes and ten kilograms of hair to make one.

Even in the calligraphy and painting shops in the capital, high-ranking officials and dignitaries have to pay for their works with money..."

Su Tang snorted and said with a pout:

"Is she worthy of using such a fine pen? Absolutely impossible!

Master, you must have made a mistake."

The old man looked up at her and said slowly:

"I've been teaching for decades, so I have some good eyesight.

How can I not tell whether this object is real or fake?"

Su Tang's face flushed crimson, and he muttered sourly, "What does it matter if the pen is good? Whether the handwriting is good or not depends on the skill of the person holding the pen."

Bai Wanwan held the brush, looked at her and said, "Sister Su Tang is right. Even without such a good brush, you can definitely beat me."

Su Tang puffed out his chest and said:

"That's for sure, how can someone like you be compared with me?

I've been learning music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since I was little. What have you learned? What qualifies you to be Shen Tao's study partner?

Bai Wanwan smiled and said, "I'm not qualified, but do you think you are qualified?"

Su Tang snorted coldly and said, "Of course I am more qualified than you."

"Okay, what are you guys arguing about? Does this young master still need a study companion?" Shen Tao was speechless. These women were like flies, buzzing around so annoyingly.

Bai Wanwan sat down and began to write. The "Three Character Classic" was not a difficult task for her at all.

In her previous life, she often recited ancient Chinese texts since she was a child, and she was even familiar with passages that were more difficult than the "Three Character Classic".

After all, she studied medicine. She usually read medical books and classics, and was exposed to ancient Chinese texts. She had already mastered those twists and turns in the words and sentences.

She just spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and without much effort she wrote down the "Three Character Classic" from beginning to end.

Even though she is only two years old, her handwriting is quite good. The horizontal, vertical, left and right strokes are all firm and steady, and the thickness of the strokes are not vague.

She now practices calligraphy for an hour every day without fail. Over time, her hands have become more skilled and she can write quickly and well.

When she finished writing and Bai Wanwan put down her brush, the other children in the classroom were still writing furiously.

Shen Tao was so anxious that he scratched his head. Su Tang wrote seriously, but half of the paper was still blank.

The teacher walked over with his hands behind his back, looked down at Bai Wanwan's handwriting, and couldn't help but stroke his beard and nod.

After a stick of incense had passed, the teacher clapped his hands and called for a halt: "Everyone, stop writing! I want to see how you are doing."

The class was full of little kids around five or six years old, and the teacher started calling the roll starting with Baisong, who was at the front of the line.

Bai Song handed in the paper. The teacher took a look and said, "Your handwriting is neat, but you need more practice. The strokes won't be so crooked all the time."

When it was Su Tang's turn, the teacher pointed to two typos on the paper and said, "Overall, it's good, but you were just careless. Don't make the same mistake again next time."

Su Tang nodded quickly: "Thank you for your guidance, sir."

Shen Tao handed over his notebook, and the teacher frowned and shook his head: "The handwriting is so shaky, like a ghost's scribble. You have to practice two more pages every day, okay?"

When he saw Bai Wanwan's homework, his eyes lit up:

"Wow! At such a young age, he can write so neatly, without missing a single word from the Three Character Classic!

Look at this character, the horizontal lines are horizontal, the vertical lines are vertical, and the strokes are so neat.

You are all older than Wanwan, so you have to learn more!"

The children gathered in a group, staring at Bai Wanwan's rice paper and chattering.

Someone grumbled, "It's just neatly written, nothing special."

Su Tang stared at the lines of neat characters, his nails almost digging into his palms. Why could this girl from the countryside be superior to them?