Children have very good memories, but sometimes they are quite poor.
Bai Shanbao, the astute child, was like this. He remembered the fights he got into at Longzhou, the times he stood up to his teacher, and he certainly hadn't forgotten the humiliation he suffered.
However, he had forgotten what most of those people looked like; at least, he couldn't recall their faces now.
Even so, when his grandmother said they were returning to show off—no, to let the elders see how he had grown into someone to be proud of—his first thought was of those who had once bullied him.
Bai Shanbao immediately lost his aversion and, tugging Manbao back to the study, proudly told her how he would retaliate against those people when he got back to Longzhou.
But Manbao was somewhat worried, "You're just one person; you definitely can't win a fight."
"I won't fight them; I'm going to outdo them with knowledge."
"But what if they just don't want to compete in knowledge and insist on fighting you?"