Feng Haibo’s face turned even paler, "You all have been enlightened? I thought..." He had only read those few books, and anything harder was beyond him.
The corner of Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched slightly. These youngsters studied every day with Gu Qingheng, who was Gu Qingheng? He was someone who could instantly outwit the Scholar. Could the disciples he taught be any worse? Forget the clueless Feng Haibo, even if it was Yang Rusong the Scholar, he might not be able to completely outmatch the children.
Therefore, Feng Haibo, who thought he had found an entry point, was actually just self-harming.
"Why don’t I give you a question, Cousin Feng?" Xiaofeng blinked a pair of innocent eyes at Feng Haibo, "If you can solve it, I’ll let you enlighten me..."
Feng Haibo tugged at the corner of his mouth, wanting to refuse, but Xiaofeng had already started speaking, "There are a hundred people going to strike a bell, the first person strikes once, the second person twice... and so on, the hundredth person strikes a hundred times, tell me how many times in total did these hundred people strike?"
"..." Feng Haibo’s brow furrowed deeply, "This..."
"I have a question for you too," Sini spoke up, "There’s a number of rabbits and chickens in the same cage, looking from above, there are eight heads, from below, there are twenty-six feet, figure out how many chickens and rabbits there are..."
"I have a problem too..." Erya eagerly raised her hand.
"Mother." Feng Haibo’s face was dripping with sweat as he looked at Yang Baihui for rescue, "Don’t we have to go see Grandma? Let’s hurry up..." He said, and started walking out.
"Hey, Haibo." Yang Baihui hadn’t finished talking with Xun Hui, and they hadn’t even had lunch yet. Why leave so suddenly? She hurriedly called out, but the other party didn’t turn back and walked straight out of the room.
"Third Miss from the Yang family, better catch up quickly, your son has run off..." Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You..." Although Yang Baihui was reluctant, she had no choice but to rise and chase after her son.
"Wait." Yang Ruxin suddenly called out to her again, and as the other woman turned around, she pushed the basket toward her, "I’ll accept the eggs. After all, they did save your life last time; even though it’s a bit less, I won’t quibble..."
Yang Baihui felt as though something was stuck in her throat, not able to swallow or spit it out, feeling extremely uncomfortable, she could only stomp her foot in frustration and then turned to chase her son.
"Ptui!" Sanni spat towards the door, "Unsolicited favors imply ulterior motives, either treachery or theft." She then glanced at Xu Shou, "Uncle Xu, if this family comes again, don’t let them into the yard without permission..."
"Don’t worry, Third Miss, I will make sure to guard the gate," Xu Shou quickly nodded.
Xun Hui also breathed a sigh of relief, having been tense from being pulled along by Yang Baihui earlier.
Yang Ruxin looked at her, "This is our house, if you don’t like it, can’t you at least resist a little?"
"I..." Xun Hui was at a loss for words.
Yang Ruxin sighed. Seeing Xun Hui like this made her feel an urge to hit someone, so she turned and went into the kitchen; out of sight, out of mind.
Inside the kitchen, Feng Family was cleaning intestines while Xu Shou’s wife was mincing the chopped meat into ground meat.
"Xinxin, these pig intestines are so thin, can they really be used as bags??" Feng Family looked worriedly at the basin of intestines, "What if they tear? Then all this meat would go to waste..."