gnovel Chapter 121 My elder brother is unparalleled in both literary and martial arts.
Chapter 121 My elder brother is unparalleled in both literary and martial arts.
"In my opinion, it is ultimately because these sons of noble families have never been tempered and do not know the hardships of ordinary people, which is why they are so unpredictable."
"They are all actually teachable and just need careful nurturing."
"In the future, I will still be able to make contributions to the Ming Dynasty."
Many of the scholars sighed in unison.
Their remarks were met with strong approval from many within the Imperial Academy.
After all, in just a few days, many people have personally experienced it, so they are naturally willing to give them one or two more chances.
Most teachers are actually like this; as long as you are willing to learn, they are willing to lend you a helping hand.
Upon hearing these words, Xun Gui's sons all had red eyes and slightly sore noses, like wronged children, and gathered around Ma Wenxiang, almost bursting into tears.
Ma Wenxiang was extremely embarrassed and could only joke to himself, "What's wrong? Are these still the sons of Xun Gui? They're all crying."
The others are fine, though.
But Li Jinglong, Feng Cheng, and Chang Sheng, who all looked strong and powerful, were now in their teens and had become tearful, even more so than girls, which made Ma Wenxiang both laugh and cry.
"Big brother is always making fun of people here. But to be honest, we sons of noble families have always been looked down upon and considered inferior within the Imperial Academy."
As soon as Li Jinglong spoke, the other noble sons immediately nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice, saying, "They seem respectful on the surface, but in reality they keep their distance. We all know this very well."
"Now it's different. With our eldest brother leading the charge and pioneering for us, we can finally compete with them."
Each of these privileged young men exuded confidence, and Ma Wenxiang smiled with satisfaction upon seeing them.
This is sufficient to show.
His teaching during this period has been quite useful.
Ma Wenxiang didn't initially have such intentions, but they gradually got to know each other better.
He was not a cold-hearted person, and naturally he did not want to see these other children go astray, so he subconsciously guided them, and gradually they embarked on the path to success they have today.
Adapting to the times, the place, and the people, coupled with patient and persuasive teaching methods, and tailoring instruction to the individual.
It was only because there were not many noble sons in front of him that Ma Wenxiang had to put in so much effort to achieve such remarkable results.
This method is definitely not something that can be used indiscriminately, as the cost would be far too high.
"Don't worry, brother. With your talent, you're sure to pass the imperial examination with flying colors. No one else can rival you for the top spot."
"My elder brother is unparalleled in both literary and martial arts; how many people in this world can rival him?"
"Isn't this your uncle? You'll definitely pass the exam too."
Just then, Ma Xiulin returned home and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, a smile appearing on her face.
As soon as he arrived at the gate of his own courtyard, he saw more than a dozen carriages parked in front of his mansion. Then his son, Ma Wenxiang, got out of the carriage, and a group of noble sons stood in one or two rows, offering congratulations incessantly, occasionally dragging him, the father, into the conversation as well.
However, upon closer listening, it becomes clear that the son is the main character.
He, as a father, is at most just a background figure; he's still lacking something.
Before Ma Xiulin could react, these noble sons of high-ranking officials came and went quickly, disappearing in no time.
"What's going on?"
Ma Xiulin scratched his head slightly, his face full of confusion.
Realizing what was happening, he glared fiercely at Ma Wenxiang, as if he wouldn't be satisfied without a reasonable explanation today.
Ma Xiulin couldn't handle the other party, and the old man in the family might not be willing to hit his precious grandson, but he would definitely tell Ma Wenxiang's mother about it.
Even if Ma Wenxiang, that Monkey King, has seventy-two transformations, he will still be completely subdued.
Ma Xiulin's gaze turned serious, and then he pressed for an answer.
In response, Ma Wenxiang acted completely innocent: "Father, my dear and great father, are you perhaps doubting your own child?"
Are you really sure you want to do this?
Ma Wenxiang almost fooled Ma Xiulin when he opened his mouth.
Ma Xiulin rolled her eyes in annoyance, then chuckled, "Don't spout nonsense here. These little tricks aren't even worth mentioning to your father."
"Confess now, or you'll get a spanking."
Ma Xiulin spoke directly and formally.
Ma Wenxiang pursed his lips, and then could only recount the entire situation inside the Imperial Academy in detail.
Upon learning that his son possessed such extraordinary abilities, had gained the support of several dukes and noble families, and had even managed to subdue all these privileged young nobles, he was astonished.
Ma Xiulin was genuinely surprised.
He might not believe the former, but he had just witnessed the latter with his own eyes, so he couldn't possibly disbelieve it.
Ma Xiulin believed he possessed the basic ability to recognize those noble sons and their distinguished status.
So when she looked at her precious child again, she couldn't help but wonder: Is this still my son?
of course.
This matter couldn't be kept secret, nor was there any need to. Otherwise, the father and son would have a mixed doubles match.
Grandpa Ma reprimanded Ma Xiulin, and Wang Shiyun reprimanded Ma Wenxiang.
The saying "one thing subdues another" perfectly illustrates the lowly status of the father and son in the family, a status that is utterly miserable.
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Shiyun was stunned.
After finishing his practice with his hands behind his back, Grandpa Ma was at a loss for what to do. He seemed completely dumbfounded, his mind blank. What was going on in front of him?
His grandson followed his father to the capital and brought the Ma family to great heights. Wasn't this progress a little too fast?
Even if you have powerful connections in the court, can't you at least be a little more normal?
The scene before him rendered all of Mr. Ma's life experience and wisdom completely useless.
I wouldn't say I was completely dumbfounded, but I was definitely pretty much stunned.
"Good heavens... old woman, our grandson has really made something of himself. Our Ma family has soared to new heights."