Chapter 159: You have to be a gentleman

At breakfast the next day, Fang Zhongyong and his wives all had dark circles under their eyes.

The father snorted heavily, not saying much.

The mother has no scruples, no matter how old the son is, he is an ignorant baby in the eyes of the mother.

Mother said, "Young man, you still have to be more modest. You know, you know that you have just returned from the battlefield, you are angry, and you need to reconcile. I don't know, I still think our family is all people who spend all day drinking? Isn't it, daddy? ”

Recently, I met a few bad friends and drank a few flower wines in a row, and my father coughed very much.

Fang Zhongyong and the others were also a little embarrassed. Mother's skills are rising, this ability to even eliminate is not even comparable to the two old mothers-in-law who are known as the husbands!

It was still Wang Lingwei who was favored and got into Fang's mother's arms very naughtily: "Mother! Where do you want to go? A few of us are reading books! ”

Fang's mother is not easy to deceive: "In the middle of the night, what book is so good?"

Father Fang found a chance to vent his anger: "Can the book be commented on whether it looks good or not?"

"I have to say it's good-looking, what can you do?"

Father Fang was immediately intimidated. What can I do? If you dare to question Madame's decision, she will make you look good in no time.

Fang's mother continued her indiscriminate attack: "Keiko, you are the most sensible in the family, and you don't know how to persuade and persuade, and you still follow the deception to be your mother?"

Yan Rongyue couldn't do a coquettish and cute move, so she had to explain well: "How dare we lie to you!" It's really reading a book, a new book written by Xiang Gong. It is intriguing and intriguing. A few of us missed sleep before we knew it. ”

Yan Rongyue, who has always had a good reputation, is still very credible, and Fang's mother finally believed it, but she was worried: "Zhong Yong, how long are you going to write this book?"

"It takes twenty years for someone else to write." Seeing everyone's surprised gazes, Fang Zhongyong smiled, "Well, one year is enough." ”

Fang's father was very worried about his son: "You stay up late like that every day, can you stand it?" Don't you get tired of your body in order to rush the manuscript? ”

"Don't worry! Anyway, there is no full attendance, no hurry. I won't write it today, and I'll take my son shopping. Fang Zhongyong said indifferently.

A circle of people can't understand what full attendance is, and it's probably not an important thing, so they don't care.

Wang Lingwei put forward her opinion in a timely manner: "Xianggong, don't you like our precious daughter?" My hard-working daughter, I don't even want you anymore! He also showed off one by one, holding up his twin sons and daughters high.

Of course, the daughter has to take it with her, this is biological!

So, after breakfast, Fang Hou Ye talked about the old Fang and the boyish madness, the left led Huang, the right Qingcang, the brocade hat mink Qiu, and the thousand horses rolled Pinggang.

Just after Fang Zhongyong recited this heroic word very heroically, the thousand-year-old dog's legs folded and asked: "Master Hou, don't we have so many people?" Besides, you're both yellow and blue, isn't it appropriate? ”

It's a bit out of place indeed. At that time, Fang Zhongyong was holding his second son in his left hand, his daughter in his right hand, and his eldest son Fang Zheng followed behind. Dogs, eagles, are suspected of scolding themselves. Although it can be explained in a rhetorical device, it always feels a little unpleasant.

Fang Zhongyong raised his leg and kicked it: "Okay, you have a big fold, you have a long ability!" Dare to question Hou Ye's literary brilliance, eat the bear's heart and leopard's gall! ”

The boss was willing to lead his feet, and said with a sly smile: "Don't say it, I haven't been scolded by the Hou Ye for a few days, and I'm really a little unaccustomed to it."

Li Er showed an envious expression and said viciously: "This guy is a cheap bone, Master Hou, you should beat him harder."

Gongsun Ce, dressed as a Confucian student, shook the folding fan lightly: "Hou Ye's poetry is really extraordinary." It's just that the word "old fang" is a little vulgar, but if you want to change it to something else, it loses its sense of naturalness. It's a bit embarrassing! ”

Fang Zhongyong laughed: "It's not me who blows." Write all the poems I know, Li Taibai may not have the upper hand. ”

Fang Zhongyong thought that he was really not boasting, not to mention anything else, he copied all the poems of Su Shi, Xin Qiji, and Li Qingzhao, and made sure that no one dared to say that it was worse than Li Bai.

Others don't think so. Yes, what you say is what you say, who called you the Hou Ye?

Fang Zhi and Fang Yuyan, who have already been co-opted by several lollipops newly developed by Fang Zhongyong, are as long as they are eaten, and their father is the most powerful person in the world. What Li Bai, I don't know, is it delicious?

Fangzheng, the eldest son who is six years old and can already go to elementary school in later generations, is very dissatisfied with his father's shamelessness: "Father, Li Taibai is an immortal in the poem, and I also ask my father to be cautious, so as not to surprise the sages." After speaking, he also bowed deeply, very elegant and gentlemanly.

Gongsun Ce slapped his hands and admired: "The eldest prince really deserves to be a superior tutor, and he is so humble and polite at a young age. In time, he will become a generation of Confucianism. ”

I haven't read a book for a few days, to be precise, I haven't read a book for a day, and I am also very impressed.

Isn't it? The son of the family should be gentle and elegant, and the extravagance is compelling. Hou Ye suffered from the poverty of his family when he was a child, and he did not receive a good education, which led to scolding people at every turn, and he was in a hurry. This is all the reason for the lack of tutors! Can't you learn from your son?

Fang Zhongyong not only didn't study, but also prepared a road to the black, and also led his son to the black road.

"Son, where did you learn these words?" Treat children gently, so as not to frighten the future flowers of the motherland.

Xiao Fangzheng saluted again: "This is what the gentleman invited at home taught, and the book also said so." Come to think of it, there can't be a mistake. ”

Fang Zhongyong didn't say whether there was anything wrong or not, but turned around and said to Fu Bo who was following behind him: "You go back first, find your wife in the mansion, and say that I said it, give Xixi in the mansion three months' salary, and give it out of the mansion." ”

Fauber was puzzled: "Although Mr. Style is a bit pedantic, he is experienced and very modest. Why did Master Hou dismiss him? Of course, his talent is naturally not worth mentioning in front of Hou Ye. But to teach the little boy, you don't need too advanced knowledge! ”

Fang Zhongyong put down the two small ones, picked up the big ones and said, "Learning or something, it's actually not important." Just like this street full of vendors, Zi Yan, what do you think of them? ”

"The likes of peddlers and pawns are not worth mentioning." The young Fang Zheng is very tall.

"Yes, they may be cheating, shoddy, or even selling dog meat on the head of a sheep in their ordinary business. But do they have to be bad guys? ”

A circle of people were wide-eyed, looking for the black-hearted trader who was already so bad in this dynasty that he had sores on his head and pus on the soles of his feet: "Where? What are the people in the Street Division doing? ”

Well, if you accidentally say the standard practice of later generations of vendors, when the integrity of this dynasty is not only used for loans, such vendors may have been paraded in the streets long ago.

"It's just an example, an example, understand?"

Everyone searched for a long time, but they couldn't find where the example was. The two little ones have lost their warm embrace, and they are not happy. When they heard that there were chestnuts, they opened their eyes wide to find the chestnut sellers.

There are fried chestnuts with sugar on the streets of Bianliang, although the price is several times more expensive than that of later generations, but is Hou Ye Fang a person who is poor in money?

Buy, buy, buy, buy a big handful of one person, squeak and bite, it is very a group of green skins shopping posture.

The big guys are happily eating chestnuts, licking the sugar on the chestnuts to be exact. After the sugar was licked clean, he bit the chestnut with his teeth and ate the flesh.

No matter how young and old Fang Zheng is, after all, he is only a five or six-year-old child, how can he fight the magic of sweets, the style that was dismissed, compared with the cute sugar-fried chestnuts, it seems that the chestnuts are a little cuter!

After eating the chestnuts, Fang Zheng thought of his teacher again: "Father, why do you have to dismiss Mr. Style?" My father had only met him once! ”

"Some people can understand it very thoroughly when they meet each other. That's a relatively advanced science, and you don't have to know it yet. All you need to know now is what kind of person is the happiest. ”

"So what kind of person is the happiest?"

"Dumbfounded! Only the happiest person is the happiest! ”

Fang Zheng, who seemed to understand whether he understood or not, had just returned home, and he rebelled under the coercion and temptation of his mother, and the entire Hou Mansion knew that Fang Zhongyong was a big bastard who had no way to teach his son.

In addition to his father, the "old bastard" (Fang's mother's term), who went out to drink flower wine again, the three hostesses of the Hou Mansion formed a team and came to persuade Fang Zhongyong to turn back to the shore, and it was not appropriate to mislead people's children, but you are going to push your own son into the fire pit, and Nong's skull is broken?

Fang Zhongyong Zhenzhen said: "You don't understand! Children should play more and grow up through play. When I was a child, didn't I just play around all day long, and that's why I got the hang of it! ”

Fang Mu first agreed: "That's right! Zhongyong was skinny when he was a child! Once when his father went to the thatched house, he deliberately threw stones into the thatched pit, so that his father would catch that and beat him! Later, he stopped throwing stones, and he made the plank break in advance. As soon as his father stepped on it, he fell down with a thud......"

Fang Zhongyong really didn't know that when he was a few years old, he was actually a bear child. Yan Rongyue and Wang Lingwei didn't expect that the sometimes elegant and sometimes joking Xianggong was actually such a thing.

Seeing that his mother was arranging more and more of her own words, the story of "Falling Cherry Blossom Divine Axe" was about to come out, Fang Zhongyong hurriedly pulled back the topic that had been crooked: "How am I now?" Wen can put pen to peace in the world, Wu can go to the horse to determine the world, and even seal the founding of the country in the year of the weak crown, which can be regarded as a small achievement! ”

There is nothing wrong with this, not only is it a small achievement, it is simply a big achievement! It seems that this can also be done?

Fang Zhi, who couldn't speak clearly, said in a milky voice: "I also want to be an Internet celebrity!" ”