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The second chapter "Unaccomplished in literature, unaccomplished in martial arts" (part 2)
His hopes of learning martial arts were shattered, causing the Count to be very disappointed for a few days. However, he was finally able to pull himself together under the comfort of the beautiful Countess. After all, this is his only son.
Although the Rowling family is based on their military achievements, throughout history, the family has also produced one or two outstanding individuals who were famous for their wisdom. These ancestors were also not proficient in martial arts, but they were able to coordinate the overall situation in the rear, dispatch troops, and determine victory from a thousand miles away.
An outstanding general does not necessarily have to be a master of martial arts to lead the troops on the battlefield. If they can become an outstanding commander, they can also increase the glory of the family.
Since he can't learn martial arts, then he can learn literature!
But how can a child who can't even speak learn literature? Even if he wants to invite a learned scholar to teach him knowledge, he should at least be able to let the child speak.
This is different from the kind and pure motherly heart of the Countess. Earl Raymond's heart gave birth to a trace of strangeness: he always felt that it wasn't that his son couldn't speak, but rather that he refused to speak!
Because, the more Earl Raymond went to see his son, the more he felt that his son was not an idiot who didn't understand anything, but rather a child who rejected the world around him. Based on the way he looked at his son, it was clear that he was unfamiliar and resistant, clearly revealing his emotions, and not an ignorant idiot.
When there is a great reward, there will be brave men.
The Count immediately placed a large reward in the entire Imperial Capital. Regardless of the status of the person, whether it was a learned scholar or a lowly farmer, as long as anyone could make his son speak, they would immediately receive a reward of 1000 gold coins!
This kind of news immediately spread throughout the Imperial Capital. There were all kinds of people who came to sign up, even a few bards from faraway places came to sign up. These people's methods were even more varied. Some took a flute and played it in front of Du Wei for an entire afternoon, some played a gong in front of his ear, and some deliberately took advantage of Du Wei's unguarded moments to shout behind him … As for some daring people, they proposed to throw the Count's son into the river, so that he would most likely open his mouth to ask for help … But the person who suggested this idea was immediately broken by the Count's bodyguards and thrown out of the Count's mansion.
What a joke! Even if my son is an idiot, he is still my son! Throw him into the river? I'll throw you into the river first!
Just when the entire Imperial Capital was treating this matter as something new, the biggest problem was unintentionally solved by a servant in the Count's residence!
And the one who solved this problem was the servant that Du Wei "personally appointed" in his sleep, Mard.
This servant who used to be a coachman was a kind-hearted and honest person. He came up with an idea, which was to bring Du Wei to see the stable in the Count's mansion. Under normal circumstances, such a young child would always be very curious and happy to see animals. Although this method was a bit old-fashioned, the Count also agreed with the idea of giving it a try.
As a result, Mard carried his little master into the stable …
Coincidentally, the servant who replaced Mard as the coachman was lazy and didn't clean up the horse dung. As a result, when he walked into the stable, he was immediately greeted with a foul smell of horse dung. The smell was so strong that when Damien opened the door with the little master in his arms, he almost fell out of the room because of the smell.
And at this time, the little Du Wei in his arms almost reflexively blurted out a sentence in a low voice.
"It stinks to death!"
The result of this matter was that Mard immediately received a reward of 1000 gold coins. Even the coachman who was lazy and didn't clean up the horse dung was not punished and instead received 20 gold coins.
But looking at the defeated face of his son, Count Raymond was even more certain of one thing: This kid deliberately didn't open his mouth to speak!
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"From today onwards, he will be your teacher." Pointing at an old man wearing a white robe, the Count looked at his son: "This is Mister Rossiat. He holds the title of Imperial Astrologer and is also a scholar proficient in history. From now on, he will be your first teacher. "
In the beginning, this erudite scholar Rossiat did his job very well.
After a year of enlightenment, the four year old Master Du Wei could already write the imperial language! Although being able to write at the age of four wasn't too amazing for a normal child, it was still quite rare.
Even the Count who didn't like his son that much couldn't help but be tempted: Could it be that my son is really a genius?
But when Master Du Wei entered the age of five, even the outstanding Mister Rossiat encountered a problem.
Just when Master Du Wei was five and a half years old, the Count and Mister Rossiat had a long discussion in the evening …
"My Lord Count, please find someone else." The old astrologer had a dejected look on his face: "Your son is naturally gifted and intelligent, and an old man like me really doesn't have the energy to teach such a disciple …"
Looking at the old scholar's expression, the Count's heart immediately turned cold. Even an idiot could see that the old scholar's "naturally gifted and intelligent" was just a perfunctory nonsense … Could it be that my son is really an idiot? Even the intelligent and erudite Mister Rossiat couldn't teach him well?
"But, Mister Rossiat …" The Count said with a sullen face.
"No, no, respected Count." The old scholar's face was full of anxiety: "I beg you, please don't keep me here. I really can't take on such a difficult task! "
The old scholar's words were very firm, and the Count couldn't help but smile bitterly: Teaching my son, is it really a "difficult" task? If even the Count's multi-talented old astrologer couldn't do it, then it would be even more impossible to count on anyone else.
Looking at the Count's sullen face, the old scholar Rossiat's heart was actually very frightened at this moment …
Sigh, if it was just some weird words like "the sun and the moon are two big balls", it could still be reluctantly taken as Master Du Wei's childish words. But when he heard a five year old child say something like "the excessive concentration of imperial power is the root of corruption", the old scholar was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating!
Actually, the old scholar who had taught Master Du Wei for an entire year already knew that his student wasn't an "idiot" like the rumors said. On the contrary, this child was very smart, even smarter than other children of his age. But even the smartest child wouldn't say such a profound topic like "imperial power"!
Therefore, the old scholar naturally believed that these shocking views were most likely revealed by the Count at home, and were accidentally said by an ignorant child! Count Raymond held great power in his hands, and was the second in command of the military. He also had a wide network of connections in the Imperial Navy … For such a big figure to privately criticize imperial power at home, it was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the imperial family! If he thought about it one more time …
He was just an old scholar, he didn't want to be involved in any political struggle! It was better to leave as soon as possible!
The old scholar's resolute departure was approved by the Count, and he immediately packed up his things and left the Count's mansion. Seeing this, the Count could only smile bitterly.
Could it be that his son really couldn't be saved?
Du Wei quietly watched his teacher who had accompanied him for more than a year leave. He stood in front of the attic window, watching the old scholar pack up his things and get into the carriage.
"Young master." Probably because he saw that the young master's complexion wasn't good, Mard couldn't help but carefully call out. After successfully making the young master speak, he had been acting as Master Du Wei's personal servant.
"Mard." Du Wei didn't turn his head, but it was clear that he wasn't in a good mood: "Do you think ignorance is a blissful thing?"
"Eh?" Mard didn't know what to say. In fact, this former coachman's brain didn't have much ink, so when the young master asked such a question, he obviously didn't know how to answer. Ignorance? Could it be that the young master was worried about himself? But this kind of topic was something that Mard didn't dare to answer.
"Forget it." Du Wei turned his head and smiled. His small, immature face seemed to have a trace of tiredness.
Compared to the people of this world, I know too much.
I know why there is a sun and a moon in the sky, I know why there is a cycle of day and night every day, I know why there are four seasons in a year, I know why there are spring and autumn …
But because I know these things, I'm worried. Perhaps, living in this world, ignorance is a kind of happiness!
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