Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the end of the year is coming, and the pace of winter is deeper. Everything was silent, only the lights of thousands of homes, in the sound of prayer and blessing, red and fiery, in a trance.

The He family has been silent for several months, waiting for the masterpiece from the Fusang monk.

He Mingde took a man from the He family to worship his ancestors in the ancestral hall and pray for peace. Warm pots were burned in the house, and incense and candles were burned, which made the cigarette smoke even more filled, so that every male who visited the shrine was smoked to tears.

In the hall outside the ancestral hall, several old uncles sat together and said with a smile: "Yu Qing, I don't know if this Fusang monk has finished making miso." ”

"Yes, your father won't let me wait to ask, and he won't let me wait to see, which is killing us."

He Yuqing said with a smile: "Rest assured, as long as there is good news, I will report it to you in advance." ”

In the past month, He Yuqing has been the most excited and unthinking month. What is the Li family's business relying on now, and he probably understands that it is monosodium glutamate and glass bottles. The glass bottle still has no clue, but MSG, and this Fusang monk helps, and when the time comes, give Li Boyan a shot of Haidilao to see how long he can be proud.

The matter of the Fusang monk, although the entire He family knows about it, but the only people who can contact this monk are He Mingde, which is a big business, Li Boyan can see the prospect of MSG, and they can naturally see it, this secret is obtained by Liu Laodao, and in their opinion, it is the key to whether the He family can defeat the Li family!

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Pan Chao has enjoyed the treatment at home in the past few months, and it is estimated that no one can enjoy it except for those elders. Ben came to his age, and the person who didn't touch the spring water with his hands was estimated to be scolded in the Pan family, but since he became Zhao Xianggong's protégé, let alone Yang Chunshui, there were a few maids in the house to serve him when he washed his face and changed his clothes.

At the beginning, Pan Heitan was still a little flattered by such treatment, and after a long time, he really regarded himself as a scholar, and he became more literate when he opened and closed his mouth.

"Chao'er, you have been with Zhao Xianggong for three months, I don't know what you have learned, talk to Taigong and the elders in the clan." Although the big man doesn't know a few words, he has heard the big drama and seen the pretentious posture of the readers, these elders who are looking forward to the old Pan family being a champion, looking at Pan Heitan, as if looking at a gold ingot, their eyes are shining.

Pan Heitan coughed his throat and said: "Zhao Xianggong taught students the "Book of Filial Piety", "Analects", "University", and "The Mean", all of which are Confucian classics. ”

"I'm a good girl, and I taught the four books in March? The master we invited at the beginning only taught half of the book in three years, Chao'er, can you afford it? ”

Pan Chao's face was red, but it was too dark, and he couldn't see whether it was red or not, and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The old lady of the Pan family smiled, sat on the Taishi chair with crutches in both hands, and said: "Our Chao'er is the reincarnation of Wenqu Xing, and it is not uncommon to be able to read other people's books for three or five years in March, not unusual." ”

"Ahem, yes, yes, what Taigong said." Anyway, bragging about not paying taxes, Pan Heitan knew that these elders in the family were busy with farming on weekdays, and Zhao Xianggong was a big man, so he wouldn't go to Zhao Xianggong to inquire at all, so this cowhide was blown with peace of mind.

In fact, in the past three months, he has just read "Hundred Family Names" fluently, and Zhao Ruyu is so angry that he wants to swallow books and commit suicide every time.

Rotten wood can't be carved, children can't be taught, stupid, are you a pig's brain...... These words, which should not have come out of the mouth of a generation of Confucians, frequently broke out, and it was really Zhao Ru's stupidity that could not bear it. Of the dozen or so words taught the day before, there were no more than five that Pan Chao could recognize, and this is a fart.

If it weren't for wiping Li Boyan's buttocks, this piece of black charcoal, he would have sent it away a long time ago.

"Eh, Chao'er, Zhao Xianggong taught you to compose poems and lyrics?"

"Forehead ......"

The Pan family's eyes lit up, and he said with great joy: "It's just teaching?" ”

"Huh? Well. In the face of a group of elders with high hopes, Pan Chao really had a hard time, but thinking that he had to continue his comfortable life, he had to admit it.

"Come on, come on, Chao'er, compose a poem for us to hear."

Oh slot!

I'm really afraid of something. These elders don't understand Jingyi, and they don't know what to ask, but they write poems...... He really wanted to give himself a mouthful, what did he promise, but now it's okay, in case he gets stabbed......

"This ...... That one...... Poetry pays attention to inspiration, Taigong, so many people stare at children, they can't write it. ”

"Ahem, I'm afraid this will do too much. We are all our own family, if we don't do well, we won't bury you, you are going to see the world in the future, this is the only gathering, poetry is the most commonplace, if you are hiding and tucking, wouldn't it be more ridiculous. ”

Pan Heitan is now chasing ducks to the shelves, and he has to make a song if he doesn't do it.

Suddenly, there was a firecracker sound outside.

Pan Chao shuddered and said, "Firecrackers are popping outside the door!" ”

Then I heard the sound of several younger siblings chasing and fighting in front of the hall, so I continued: "Sister in front of the hall hahaha." ”

looked at the dazzling eyes of the elders in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and said, "See the elders and salute." ”

"Congratulations on a blessed new year!"

The old lady of the Pan family shook her head and listened, and was stunned.

"Eh, Chao'er just said a few words?"

On the side, the pig's nose was planted with green onions, and the Pan family members who pretended to be elephants replied: "It seems to be ...... Twenty-eight words. Four-seven-twenty-eight, yes, that's twenty-eight words! ”

The Pan family's eyes were full of light, and he smiled: "Okay! I'm super good at composing poetry! I remember, this poem, it's either twenty words or twenty-eight words, you can't get it wrong! ”

A group of elders in the hall also clapped their hands and applauded.

Pan Heitan wiped the sweat from his forehead, God, grandpa, is this okay? Could it be that I am really a Wenqu star? But no matter what you have, it's finally been fooled, and this year is a little better.

The princess of the Pan family got up happily and said, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year tomorrow, Chao'er will follow your father and go to Zhao Xianggong's mansion to pay respects. ”

"Huh?"

"How?"

Pan Chao stammered, "Zhao ...... Zhao Xianggong ...... He doesn't like to be disturbed. ”

"In this case, as a student, you have to go over and see you, right?"

"That's, that's."

Pan Taigong touched Pan Chao's head and said with a smile: "You are the hope of our family." By the way, what about the Li family? How are you better? ”

Pan Chao pursed his lips and said, "He...... Didn't he go to Lin'an in early November? I just returned to Yongzhou a few days ago, and my schoolwork must be wasted, and I am not as good as me...... Not as good as me. ”

"Good, good, good, good. It seems that Mr. Feng Shui is really powerful. ”

Pan Chao cried out in his heart, Crazy Li, don't you cut off your little brother's good life......