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All of this naturally fell into Su Yu's eyes.
Su Yu picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then shook her head.
Yang Wanli, this child, has always been so single-minded.
All I can say is that the intention was good, but it was a bit too idealistic.
The last one as ideal as this has already been chopped into pieces and is now buried somewhere.
Su Yu continued to observe the group of people.
Yang Wanli saw Cheng Jialin and his younger brother praising him.
She smiled shyly.
But the next moment, the topic changed abruptly.
"Of course, these were my previous thoughts."
Fan Xian was taken aback.
"So what are your thoughts now?"
Yang Wanli coughed lightly twice to clear his throat.
Then he raised his head and said proudly.
"Why should I die?"
"A true man, of course, will pick up the butcher's knife."
"Let those damned people who prey on the people die!"
Of course, it was Mr. Su who gave him the confidence to say these words.
Without Mr. Su, there would be no academy founded by Mr. Su.
What he just said is nothing but empty talk.
In this world, all resources are in the hands of the powerful and wealthy.
The ruling class had long ago blocked all avenues for ordinary people to resist.
They came from humble backgrounds.
He wanted to take up his pen and seek justice for the world and for himself.
All of these are extremely difficult.
Not to mention learning martial arts, or even taking up a butcher's knife.
But now, everything has changed because of Mr. Su's presence.
At least, he is no longer someone who can only be preyed upon.
Instead, the option to pick up the knife handle was added.
Whether it's just to protect yourself and your family.
Or perhaps it was for all the ordinary people like him in the world.
Fan Xian also coughed twice.
Then I gave it another like.
I must say, this idea is better than the previous one.
Cheng Jialin nodded in approval.
Su Yu raised an eyebrow slightly and chuckled softly.
He's a kind and passionate young man, which is great.
If there were no people like Yang Wanli in this world...
Then this shitty world will only get worse.
The poor will only have an even harder time.
But as for the claim in 167 that all corrupt officials would be executed, that is naturally impossible.
As long as there are people, there will be a world of its own.
Where there is a social hierarchy, there will be interests.
Where there are interests, there will be struggles, classes, and injustices.
All I can say is that following your heart and doing your best is a good thing.
After all, wherever there is injustice, there will be resistance.
Neither of these two can exist in isolation.
Of course, on the other hand, Su Yu was more concerned.
If Yang Wanli continues to have this ambition, he will surely achieve great things in the future.
You can naturally reap more rewards yourself, which is great.
You must understand that there are a hundred apprentices with mediocre talents who are unlikely to make progress.
Even that can't compare to a talented and hardworking apprentice.
As Fan Xian and the other two were talking, everyone suddenly gasped in surprise.
"What a poem, what a poem!"
Upon hearing this, the three of them became curious and got up to go over.
Then they saw a crowd surrounding a talented man named He Zongwei, praising him highly.
Fan Xian glanced at the poem and nodded.
"Looking eastward to the cloud-covered shore, a white-clad figure treads on the frosty cold."
"Do not say that you are far away alone, for the green hills will see you off."
"This poem is indeed quite good, though it has a touch of arrogance."
Yang Wanli nodded.
"Talented, very talented."
"Brother Jialin, this is just as good as yours."
Cheng Jialin remained humble and smiled.
He Zongwei frowned slightly upon hearing this.
He believed that his poetic talent was the best in the entire event.
Who would want to hear that there is someone who is just as good as him?
However, he didn't show it on his face and didn't refute it verbally.
He only glanced at the child in front of him commenting on him.
He Zongwei immediately put on a humble smile and bowed in greeting.
Of course, it wasn't because Fan Xian's comments were good.
Instead, He Zongwei immediately noticed the wooden plaque hanging from Fan Xian's waist.
He immediately replied modestly with a smile.
"Senior brother, you flatter me. I am but a junior brother with limited knowledge and skills."
"I am certainly not as good as my senior brother."
He paused, then tentatively asked.
"If you're in the mood, senior brother, why don't you compose a poem as well?"
"So that we may have a glimpse of it."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wanli and Cheng Jialin's eyes widened in surprise.
Following He Zongwei's gaze, they then noticed the child.
He was shocked to find that special wooden tag hanging from his waist!
Unexpectedly, the person I was chatting with just now turned out to be an inner court disciple.
Fan Xian glanced at He Zongwei and frowned.
This person is indeed quite talented in poetry; he seems to possess the spirit of a scholar.
I just didn't expect that someone so young would be so adept at flattery and sycophancy.
However, He Zongwei proposed composing a poem.
Fan Xian, however, did not want to refuse and immediately agreed.
"Ah."
After all, he had already heard about it on the way.
On Li Chengze's side, a troublemaker emerged who challenged him.
Li Chengze really made a name for himself.
Originally, Fan Xian had spent half a day wandering around this liberal arts examination room.
But he never saw a troublemaker who could make him show off, or rather, show off.
I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
At this point, He Zongwei made such a sensible suggestion.
Fan Xian, of course, did not refuse.
So he immediately waved his sleeve.
"Pen, paper, please."
Chapter 157 Blind Wu Zhu, the Math Exam Setter! It's too difficult, Shi Chanli is completely stumped!
Su Yu rubbed her forehead, unable to suppress a laugh.