Chapter 62: The Legendary Shen Family's Clan Learning (Middle)

  After Long Face said that, Fatty suddenly came to life and pointed behind Shen Mo, saying: "My cat ran under there, I want to find my cat."

  At this time, Shen Jing spoke up. He glared at the long-faced man and said, "I'm telling you, Old Three, don't be unreasonable! Even if there really was a cat under the seat, after all the commotion just now, it would have run off to who-knows-where!"

  "How would you know if you don't look?" The young man with a long face sneered: "If you have nothing to hide, why be afraid of being looked at?"

  Before he had finished speaking, the fat man sitting on the ground suddenly shouted in surprise: "Ah, it's all over! How did you manage to crush my divine cat to death? This is unbearable!"

  Shen Mo had anticipated this possibility early on, and he lifted up the chair to find a dead black cat underneath. He couldn't help but burst out laughing coldly, thinking to himself: "It's going to be a scam!"

  Shen Jing glanced at the sky outside and worried that Mr. Shen had arrived, but Shen Mo hadn't eaten any good fruit yet, so he hastily interjected: "Isn't it just a cat? I'll compensate you for it! How much do you want?"

  Long Face saw the two of them easily falling into his trap, and naturally grasped it tightly. He sneered: "Compensation? It's not a small sum of money! This cat is no ordinary object, it was raised by the Great Luo Upper Immortal and descended to Qingyun Temple in this county, where we respectfully invited it to exorcise evil spirits! If you want to compensate, it will be 500 taels of Snowflake silver, plus ten large cicadas!"

  "Lao San, you're coming at me? Bullying a newcomer is no skill! Shen Jing was anxious: "Even if all the cats in Shaoxing were added up, they wouldn't be worth this much money! You're blackmailing!"

  The study room was also in an uproar. The oldest and most gentle scholar came over and said, "Shen Zhuang, don't bully the new schoolmate."

  That long-faced Shen Zong turned his head to take a look, and it was actually the young master's uncle, Shen Xiang. Not wanting to make a scene for the time being, he scowled and said: "Shen Jing has already said that he will pay compensation, so Uncle, you don't need to intervene." As he spoke, he turned around and glared fiercely at Shen Mo: "You little brat, either return the money or go see the official, which one do you choose?"

  This kind of extortionate silence has been seen many times before, and he wouldn't be intimidated by it. He slowly said, "If you're going to pay compensation, then just pay it."

  "Haha, bring it on!" The fatty got up from the ground, his face drooling with greed: "If you pay me compensation, I won't mind that kick of yours."

  "However, I don't have it now, I'll give it to you another day."

  "Do you want to use the delaying tactic?" Shen Zhuang slapped the table and said: "The Thirty-Six Stratagems, others have read it too."

  "I really don't have any money on me." Shen Mo still smiled and said, "Who goes to school with twenty or thirty kilograms of silver?" The students in the study room were very impressed, thinking: "At this time, he can still smile, either he's crazy or an idiot."

  "Sign an IOU!" Shen Zhuang thought for a moment, his hands clasped together in front of his chest. "After signing and stamping, we'll give you a few more days." He thought to himself: 'As long as you dare to write down the debt, this lifetime will be yours to lose, I'll squeeze your marrow dry!'

  Shen Jing went crazy and wanted to go forward and fight with Shen Zhuang, but was firmly pressed down by those two idle men. Shen Xiang also said on the side: "This is too excessive."

  Shen Zhuang ignored them and stared at Shen Mo with both eyes: "Will you write or not?"

  "Write." Shen silently smiled, saying as he took out a piece of Xuan paper from his backpack and carefully spread it on the table, weighing it down with a paperweight. He then took out an inkstone, opened it, poured in a few drops of clear water, picked up a small piece of pine smoke ink, and began to grind it slowly and deliberately.

  "Indeed, you have achieved 'grinding ink like a sick man'!"

  Shen Zhuang was anxious, thinking: "This kid is so calm and collected, he must be waiting for the master to arrive and drag this matter out... No way, I have to get my hands on the IOU first!" He walked up front, sneered coldly and said: "I'll help you write it!" Then he picked up Shen Mo's brush pen and prepared to dip it in ink to write...

  But then Shen Mo said in a very tense tone: "I only have this one pen, be careful not to break it!"

  Shen Zhuang burst out laughing and said: "A pen costs a few bucks, first compensate me for my divine cat!"

  Shenmo finally seemed to have had enough, and in a stifled voice said: "What's with this 'divine cat' nonsense? Call down Daluo Jinxian to testify!"

  Shen Zhuang's face turned red with rage, he snapped the brush into two pieces and threw it on the ground. He puffed out his chest, glared at him and said: "You little scamp, do you think you can cheat me?"

  He silently pointed at the brush on the ground and coldly said: "If you want me to accompany your cat, you also have to compensate for my brush."

  Shen Zhuang said in a low voice, "Compensate then compensate, one pen is just a few coins?" As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it at Shen Mo: "Go buy ten!"

  "This little money can't even buy a pen!"

  "Go ahead and brag!" Fatso chimed in: "What kind of pen is so precious?"

  "Listen carefully." Shen Mo smiled faintly and said, "This brush is not an ordinary object from the mortal world. It was bestowed upon me by Lord Wenchang in a dream. Using this brush to write will surely result in passing the imperial examination and being appointed as a Hanlin scholar. Is it valuable or not?"

  "How much does it cost?" Shen Jing asked with a smile.

  "At least four idiots." Shen Mo also smiled and said: "I'm talking about gold."

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  Shen Zhuang was taken aback, this kid not only "used their own methods against them" but also brought their four along and scolded them. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger rising from his heart to his gallbladder, and he was about to erupt on the spot...

  But then came a low shout: "What are you doing?"

  Upon hearing this majestic voice, Shen Zhuang, who was originally full of vigor and momentum, suddenly became like a deflated balloon, shrinking back into his seat with a "hiss" sound, lowering his head like a shy young lady, completely different from his arrogant demeanor just now!

  Then looking at the other three, they all obediently returned to their seats, silent and not daring to lift their heads.

  Shen Jing hastily pulled Shen Mo to sit down and whispered, "You can't afford to mess with Mr. Qingxia, he's not someone to be trifled with." Shen Mo nodded in understanding. He glanced up and stole a look at the entrance, and indeed it was that man with a dark complexion and an extremely serious expression - Second Master Shen Lian, also known as Mr. Qingxia.

  Shen Lian walked to the back of the large case and sat down, pointing to the eight characters on the wall behind him, his voice like a bell ringing out: "Recite!"

  "Serene and bright aspirations, quiet and far-reaching." The students recited in unison with their hands behind their backs. That was their school motto.

  "Did you do it?" Mr. Shen's stern gaze swept across the room, every student feeling like he was staring at them, only to hear him say in a deep voice: "I thought I had entered a vegetable market! Each of you will copy it 100 times!"

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  Did you send it out early today? Hehe, the monk has washed his heart and changed his ways... Come on, tickets, encourage him a bit!!!