Song Ci was invited to the scholars' academic exchange. The scholars present were bewildered, but since it was Cui Changxiao who invited her, they couldn't say anything, as the name Cui Changxiao commanded their admiration.
Listening in is one thing, but she's just an old lady, and it's said that the mother of Prime Minister Song hasn't even been to school. Her literacy is limited—what could she possibly understand?
As for Song Ci, she was quite willing, bringing a small stool and a few of her grandsons along, she seized the opportunity to teach them.
"A large academic exchange like this is a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity. Each of you should listen carefully to how people talk about their knowledge, jot down what you hear quickly, and later write a reflection to submit. Grandmother will be checking." Song Ci pointed at the charcoal pencils and notebooks in their hands.
