After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

Having resolved Lin Xiao's matter, Jiang Xiaoqi didn't expect that her own troubles would immediately come knocking on her door.

The reason was that his servant and page, Wenbin, returned from outside the mansion and, having heard some news, seemed hesitant to speak.

Jiang Xiaoqi looked at him, who looked like he was constipated, and wondered how much longer he would have to hold it in.

After Uncle Big Head, the coachman, returned to Changshou County, only the two of them remained in the prefectural city. Wenbin was clever but lacked composure.

However, this cannot be blamed on him. A six or seven-year-old child would be a first-grade student in later times, but in ancient times, he was already doing the work of serving his master.

"Wenbin, what's wrong?"

Wenbin put down his work, thought for a while, and then revealed the reason.

"Young Master, that's how it is. Please don't take it to heart. Those people are just sour grapes. Besides, with your talent, you'd be good enough for Class A. Being in Class C would be beneath you!"

"So it really was because of my sudden transfer to Class C. Sigh, I suppose Uncle Wenhai meant well back then, but I never expected it to turn out like this."

However, besides some from Class D, there must be others from outside who wanted to get into the Chiang family school but didn't get in. After all, it seems like I got in too easily.

"Easy? They're dreaming! If memorizing the Four Books is considered easy, then what is considered difficult?"

Wenbin was also literate. His grandfather, Steward Wen, taught him the Hundred and Three Thousand Characters. It took him two or three years to memorize just the Hundred and Three Thousand Characters!

He knew he was one of the smartest among the servants, but even so, he had only managed to learn to this extent by putting in all his effort.

Keep in mind, the young master is only three years old! What does it mean to be well-versed in the Four Books? Many people haven't even begun to learn that yet!

Even a clueless servant like him knows what kind of difference this is. How could those people say such outrageous things? Were they out of their minds?

Seeing that his page was a little agitated, Jiang Xiaoqi reassured him, "Don't worry about the rumors from the outside world, just do your best."

It wasn't that he didn't care; rather, he knew that only strength could convince people.

Don't worry, take advantage of this time to practice calligraphy. At least before the monthly exam, you should be able to write characters that others can recognize.

Recently, he has occasionally received guidance from Master Ouyang, and the Yun and Lin brothers have also enthusiastically accompanied him in practicing calligraphy.

I don't practice much each day, half an hour is enough.

During the day, I attended classes with the teachers, and at night I continued to learn how to write policy essays using the system. Strangely enough, my efficiency was significantly higher at night than during the day.

In particular, after he started practicing calligraphy, the system thoughtfully created a virtual calligraphy practice space for him.

This space is different from his exquisite space. It is very large but cannot store anything. It can only be used as a 'study room' for practicing calligraphy.

But that's good too; at least it's quiet, and time seems to flow more slowly than outside.

Jiang Xiaoqi then focused on practicing calligraphy in the virtual calligraphy practice space, earning points along the way.

He gradually mastered some skills, and through a lot of practice and time, his handwriting became more and more neat.

That night, while he was practicing calligraphy, the system suddenly emitted a beam of light. After the light faded, an old man appeared before him.

The old man looked at Jiang Xiaoqi with a smile, his eyes revealing his appreciation.

“Child, your efforts and talent are amazing. I am the guardian of this space, and I have come to give you a gift.”

After saying this, a writing brush that shone with a strange light appeared in the old man's hand. When the light faded, it was revealed to be an overly simple brush.

"This pen contains boundless energy. If used properly, it will help you take another step forward in the art of calligraphy."

Jiang Xiaoqi took the pen and felt a powerful force surge into his heart, flowing through his meridians and nourishing his somewhat sore wrist.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the fatigue in his wrist completely disappeared, and only then did he begin to take the pen seriously.

"Incredible! If you had a pen like this in the 21st century, wouldn't you be able to become a legendary doctor and make a fortune? You'd gain both fame and wealth!"

“Young friend, what you are thinking is absolutely wrong. This Worry-Free Brush can only be used by you. To others, it is just an ordinary writing brush.”

Oh? In other words, even if it's lost, there's no need to worry about others discovering its amazing properties. Just put it in the exquisite space, and throw any other treasures you get in the future into it for peace of mind.

Jiang Xiaoqi carefully placed the Worry-Free Pen into the exquisite space and continued practicing calligraphy. As he wrote, the characters he produced became increasingly lively and natural.

The old man looked at Jiang Xiaoqi's focused expression, nodded in satisfaction, and then quietly disappeared.

In the days that followed, with the help of the Worry-Free Brush, Jiang Xiaoqi's calligraphy skills improved by leaps and bounds, progressing rapidly.

The long-awaited monthly exam has arrived as scheduled. Today, it's time to prove myself.

This month's exam paper was prepared by the teacher of Class B. After receiving the paper, Jiang Xiaoqi thought for a moment and then picked up her pen to answer the questions.

The examiner was somewhat surprised. He knew that this three-year-old student was well-versed in the Four Books and could clearly understand their meanings, but his handwriting was simply unpresentable.

Last time, I was ridiculed by my classmates for being forgetful when writing, but now my pen moves like a dragon. Am I just scribbling randomly?

To avoid disrupting the examination order, the invigilator simply stood at the front, surveying the entire area, and did not walk among the candidates.

I also wanted to wait until after the exam to see if the child was just writing nonsense.

Jiang Xiaoqi finished the exam quickly, but she couldn't hand it in early. She could only play with her fingers to pass the time, and left the exam room when the time was up.

As he walked out of the clan school, he saw Wenbin waiting at the door: "Young Master! How did the exam go?" Wenbin asked anxiously.

Jiang Xiaoqi smiled confidently, "Just wait and see."

The results were announced the following day, and Jiang Xiaoqi was undoubtedly ranked first in Class C.

He took in the surprised, understanding, and jealous expressions of his classmates, but most of them looked on with envy and admiration.

Those who had previously gossiped about Ding Ban behind his back have all shut their mouths.

The small monthly exam made Jiang Xiaoqi's reputation spread throughout the Jiang family school.

He is not only exceptionally intelligent, but also diligent and eager to learn. In particular, his beautiful handwriting has improved by leaps and bounds in just one month. This is not genius, it's genius!

But none of that matters. The most important thing is his age!

Jiang Xiaoqi was the calmest one. He wanted to learn from his grandfather to be more steady in the face of things and not get carried away.

However, this monthly exam did attract the attention of more members of the Jiang clan, and some branch clan leaders even began to consider arranging marriages between their children.

Jiang Changqing and his wife had always taken good care of him, but in their recent interactions, they had clearly shown more of the affection and tenderness that elders show to younger generations.

"Yes, this world is still as realistic as ever, but he doesn't dislike it."