On the first day of junior high school, I greeted the elders of the same village in the morning, and read and wrote in the afternoon.

In the second year of junior high school, my mother wanted to go back to my parents' house to pay New Year's greetings to my grandparents, accompanied by my father. Fang Zhongyong originally wanted to go together, but was stopped by the uncle who came, and gave Fang Zhongyong a difficult task: to accompany Fang Yingjun to the rich man's house to pay New Year's greetings.

In Fang Zhongyong's previous life, he had seen the tragic situation of accompanying his hairy foot son-in-law to his relatives, and that was called a miserable! No one is too tidy for the hairy-footed son-in-law, for fear that the main family's face will not look good. Accompanying guests, isn't it just to block guns? All kinds of pranks, all kinds of fancy drinking, if you don't drink and vomit, you won't let people go. Fang Zhongyong felt that he had small arms and legs, and he was afraid that he couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility, so he had to shirk it.

The uncle was unhappy: "What's the matter, the uncle's words are not good?" Even your father, he has to listen to me! That's it! Fang Zhongyong hurriedly explained: "It's not that my nephew is unwilling, it's really that I don't drink enough, and I'm not good at words, I'm afraid that I will lose my etiquette and make people laugh." "What's the matter with the amount of alcohol?" No one poured alcohol. asked you to accompany Qilang, because I was afraid that Brother Feng'er's brother and sister-in-law would be embarrassed. You also know your seventh brother, that is, an embroidered pillow, and two sentences are missing. If people ask him about his studies, what will he do? You read a lot, and if you just get two poems, you won't stop that group of people. Just the two of you, you can help him a little more. ”

Get! Speaking of this level, if you don't go, maybe there will be a big hat of "unfilial piety" buttoned up. Fang Zhongyong hurriedly agreed, promising that "I will not fall into the prestige of our clan." ”

"If the royal family has any conditions, how to reply? Such as brick kiln operation? "Fang Zhongyong has to have the right to speak, otherwise who cares about you little brat.

The uncle was very atmospheric: "If it's a matter of marriage, you can agree." Brick kiln, after Brother Feng got married, there was no reason to make money for his family, so he arranged it casually. ”

When he saw the rich king and his two sons and a daughter, they talked very happily. I only heard the rich man of the king say: "I have heard the name of Young Brother Fang's prodigy, and when I see it today, it really deserves its name!" ”

Fang Zhongyong was busy and humble: "Shibo is too polite, just call me Zhongyong." The prodigy didn't dare to be, and he casually recited a few small poems when he was young and ignorant, which made Shi Bo laugh. ”

"Don't be too humble, your poetry is still excellent. The "Magnolia Flower Order" that the little girl has recited daily in recent days is very good! It's just that we and other laypeople don't understand the true meaning of this. "The rich man is gentle.

Fang Zhongyong was a little strange: "Shibo also likes poetry? ”

"When I was younger, I also read two idle books. You can't write poetry, you can just read it. I can only hate my two sons, who can neither study nor operate, they can only ask for money, and occasionally have quarrels with the little girl, which makes Zhong Yongjian laugh. ”

The bend is not small! Fang Zhongyong will also: "The two brothers have the teachings of the uncle, and they will not be so unbearable." There is no need to be too humble. "Don't answer your words, see what you do.

The rich man Wang glanced at Fang Zhongyong meaningfully: "Young Brother Fang is generous. But I don't know what Young Brother Fang thinks of my family's brick kiln? ”

There's a pit in this! "I haven't had a chance to see it, and I don't dare to believe it. But as far as I heard, Miss Ling is well governed, and her business is very prosperous. Fang Zhongyong continued to play haha.

The rich man Xu was exhausted of patience, and said directly: "I wonder if my father-in-law has ever mentioned the brick kiln to the young brother?" If my daughter marries, what will happen to the brick kiln? The son who was handed over to me will surely go out of business; Handed over to Brother Feng, it is unreasonable. Does Young Brother Fang have to teach me? ”

Fang Zhongyong didn't dare to go around in circles anymore and make the marriage yellow, and the uncle had to tear him up. He pondered for a moment and said, "There are two solutions, but I don't know which one Shibo is willing to choose?" ”

The rich man Wang became interested, and he was not less worried about this matter. It is the easiest to send it directly to her daughter as a dowry, but the family can drink the northwest wind? There are two ways to do it, and let's listen to it.

I only heard Fang Zhongyong say: "First, it is a shareholding. It is easy to understand that the shareholding is to take out part of the money and grain from my uncle's family and estimate the value of Shibo's brick kiln. Dividends are distributed according to the money paid and the risk is assumed. ”

"This method is not good, it is too troublesome! What about the other way? "The rich man is not willing to give money to his in-laws in vain.

"The second is hiring. That is, Shibo wrote a paperwork and hired Miss Ling to manage the brick kiln with full authority, pay a certain salary every month, and give a bonus if the sales volume is exceeded. The specific amount can be determined by Shibo at his own discretion. Fang Zhongyong took out the rules of later generations of professional managers.

Obviously, the rich man was more interested in the method of hiring. That's right, the water spilled by the married girl. Although the rich man said that he loved his daughter very much, the deep-rooted idea of inheriting the family will not change much. I only hope that Brother Feng won't be too sad at that time. After all, if the rich man swept his daughter out of the house ruthlessly, she would not get a penny of benefits. At the moment, she can only be allowed to run it first, not only to have more income, but also to wait for the relationship between the two people to deepen, and have children, maybe Feng Ge'er can transfer her energy to the family. Who knows, career-oriented women are not easy to understand!

On the third day of junior high school, I went to the county seat to pay New Year's greetings to Mr. Liu.

When I went to Mr. De's house, I saw a lot of activity. It turned out that the other disciples of Mr. also paid their respects today. Most of them live nearby, and Fang Zhongyong met once a year ago. At that time, people attached great importance to the love of classmates, and the atmosphere was very harmonious, and there was no "bullying" that Fang's father was worried about. Mr. studied the studies of everyone and was quite satisfied. Although Fang Zhongyong's font is a little uneye-catching, he also gave a "acceptable" evaluation.

The gentleman is not such an old-fashioned person, and when he saw that the hour was still early, he laughed and scolded the noisy disciples: "Okay! I know if you want to stay with me, bad old man, if you want to go out and play, go quickly! Don't make a fuss! ”

Everyone said "don't dare" and burst out.

Fang Zhongyong didn't expect Mr. to be so "stingy", he didn't even mix a bite of rice, so he didn't miss the meal when he went home directly. Just as he was hesitating, several students surrounded him.

The first person said: "But Zhongyong junior? ”

Fang Zhongyong hurriedly saluted: "I've seen a few seniors. ”

The man said, "No need to be polite. I am Zhang Panlong, and my father is a county magistrate in this county. In the future, you can play with us, I heard that your poems are well written, and my father asked me to be closer to you. He also introduced Li Bin, Wang Qi and several other people behind him, who were roughly the sons of officials and wealthy merchants, commonly known as "gentlemen".

Fang Zhongyong had to greet everyone one by one, he suffered at a young age, and there were "brothers" everywhere.

After getting to know each other for a while, Fang Zhongyong asked, "I don't know how many brothers do you want to go?" ”

Zhang Panlong said: "Today's weather is very good, and we are about to go to the White Horse Peak in the west of the city to play." And Li Bin's chef is good at barbecue, so he just brought some good ingredients today. Wouldn't it be nice for us to go to a leeward place, eat some barbecue, and recite some poetry? ”

Fang Zhongyong looked up at the sky, this gloomy and gloomy look like it was going to snow, could it be "good weather"?

Li Bin, the one who provided the cook and ingredients, smiled indifferently: "Facing the wind and snow, it looks like a scholar like me!" Don't shirk the virtuous brother, go together! Let's go! ”

At the foot of the mountain, a barbecue stall is set up. Before it could be opened, uh no, before it was roasted, the snow fell, and at first it was "a salt sprinkler in the air", and in a moment it was "not as if the catkins were raised by the wind".

Fang Zhongyong looked at this group of secondary two teenagers playing in the snow with tears and laughter, the demeanor may not be, but the cold is very likely. No matter what, if it comes, it will be safe. He also screamed and rushed into the snow.

The crowd had some amusement and went to a pavilion to rest for a while. After eating some barbecue and drinking a few sips of warm rice wine, the chill on my body subsided. Everyone felt that the usual drinking was boring, so they agreed to use the word "snow" as the title to carry out the "Flying Flower Order", or recite the poems of their predecessors, or write a poem by themselves. If not, a fine of wine is to be given. Everyone is a person who has read a book for a few years, and it is easy to memorize the poems of their predecessors. After a circle, there was not a single person who was punished for drinking.

Everyone burst into laughter, and Zhang Panlong shouted: "No! We all have to write our own poems. If you can't do it, you will be punished with a glass of wine; It can be done, and one person will be punished with a glass of wine. Even if our poetry talent is not as good as Li Du, we can't always read other people's poems. There are talented people in the country, and today's people are not necessarily inferior to the ancients. ”

Fang Zhongyong secretly said that this person was also a little bold, and praised loudly: "Brother Zhang! Of course, today's people are stronger than the ancients, otherwise we wouldn't still be drinking blood like beasts. Stay down and chant a poem for your brother to make a sound. ”

A song "The Sages of Gift Jinxi" is freshly baked: Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, and they are no longer fresh. There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.

When everyone heard this, they felt that the tone was too loud, and it seemed that something was not appropriate? Whatever, young man, if he has a loud mouth, he should eat garlic.

Wang Qi, who was in charge of the liquor order, was a little unrelenting: "Virtuous brother is talented, I admire him." It's just that this wine order still has to be carried out, otherwise what's the use of me as a wine supervisor? Let you take advantage of it, you will have a song first. ”

Fang Zhongyong didn't shirk either, and came as soon as he opened his mouth: "Six out of nine days of snow fluttering, just like a jade girl under Qiong Yao." One day the sky will be fine, and the broom will make the broom, and the spade will make the spade. ”

Everyone laughed, and some people even found fault while laughing: "You crooked poem, haha, it doesn't count, haha, it doesn't count." ”

Fang Zhongyong replied: "Where is the wine supervisor? How much does this poem count? ”

Wang Qi said: "Naturally." Gentlemen, drink to win! ”

Fang Zhongyong also drank half a cup with him. It's a game, so you don't need to take it seriously.

When they saw that the snow was falling for a while, they were afraid that the road would not be clear, and they wanted to return it. Some people who are not satisfied with interest asked: "Why don't you go to the White Horse Temple for a while?" When the snow stops, I'll wait and then slowly descend the mountain. ”

Zhang Panlong retorted: "The White Horse Temple, which is known as the Great Jue Zen Master under the Matsu Dao Gate, has the slightest bit of Dajue Zen Master's mind? Every day, I just desperately ask for incense money. It has a lot of temple production, and the incense is fine, and it doesn't know who to show it to all day long. ”

A friend revealed the truth: "Isn't it the last time you took the singer to the temple and was blasted out?" Why do you want to slander the White Horse Temple? ”

Fang Zhong couldn't help but admire, you go to a temple with a singer, did you come here to find a fight? I heard that the monks of the Northern Song Dynasty are very powerful!

Zhang Panlong couldn't help but be a little sneering: "Even if I'm not right." You just say it, you can go to my house to sue. It hurt me, and my father whipped me fifty times, and my ass was broken. My father also threatened that if I went to the Qinglou again, he would send me to the palace as a father-in-law. ”

Everyone hurriedly advised: "If you don't go, you won't go, it's nothing." Today, we will borrow other people's roofs to shelter from the wind and snow, but you must keep your mouth shut. If you are blasted out again, everyone will be unlucky with you. ”

Zhang Panlong saw that he was lonely, so he had to say: "I'll be dumb!" ”

Everyone nodded their heads, indicating that "the children can be taught".