It is now the second century AD, and he does not pay attention to civilized parenting, and He Jin is a nouveau riche, no matter how big an official he is, he is essentially a butcher, and the butcher is always extremely superstitious that violence can solve many things, such as educating children. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis good habit has been passed down among Chinese parents for thousands of years, so there is a tragic saying such as "filial piety comes out under the stick".

He Xian has not suffered from it. Seeing that He Jin was about to use the house rules, He Xian knew that the heat was almost over, and if he played again, he would set himself on fire, and the ending would not be beautiful.

"White Yujing in the sky, twelve drum towers, immortals caress my top, knot hair and receive immortality."

He Xian slowly read out a poem, which He Xian chose after careful consideration. used the words of the immortals to cover up He Xian's strange behavior in the past seven years. He Xian felt that this was a perfect idea. It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the creativity is, someone must appreciate it. And this person who knows how to appreciate is obviously not He Junshou in front of him.

"What? Speak Chinese! He Jin interrupted rudely.

He Xian's aura of pretentiousness was broken, and his careful thoughts to show off were instantly retracted, so he became a little annoyed and angry, and said sarcastically: "Lord County Shou, you should read more." ”

"Call Father! Nothing big or small! He Jin finally chose violence, and a slap the size of a fan slapped on the back of He Xian's head, making He Xian stumble. It's really powerful!

He Xian gritted his teeth and stared at He Jin with wide eyes.

A seven-year-old child, without the indifferent eyes of the past, his angry face revealed a cute energy. Looking at He Jin lost his mind for a while, at this moment, He Jin suddenly realized that the child in front of him was his own son and the continuation of his own bloodline. It doesn't matter if this kid is a fool or a monster, he's his own kid after all.

He Jin suddenly burst out laughing happily, laughing so easily and so happily.

Looking at He Jin, who was laughing wildly, He Miao was confused, what kind of messy poem could his little nephew read, is it so funny? Where's the laugh? He Miao was a little crazy.

He Xian was also stunned, he suspected that He Jin was deliberately pretending to be stupid just now, in order to slap the back of his head. After seeing He Jin's subsequent cheerful smile, He Xian strengthened his conjecture. This He Jin is really a careful eye that will be repaid!

"Father, if the child said that since the birth of the child, he has been enlightened by the immortals and has wisdom, do you believe it?" He Xian rubbed the back of his head and said hatefully.

Since the performance has begun, He Xian naturally wants to perform this play well. As a person who is born to know, without a good explanation, he will be regarded as a monster. He Xian knew that He Jin had always doubted his identity. He didn't want to be burned at the stake as a monster by ignorant people, or dipped in a pig pen to feed the dragon king, fish, shrimp and crabs.

"That's what it sounds like!" He Jin stopped laughing wildly, stroked his beard, and asked with satisfaction: "Is that immortal's surname director?" ”

"Sort of."

"What do you mean by counting? Yes yes, no yes no. ”

"I don't know if he exists, and all I know now is what he left in my head." The theory of the gods and goddesses has been passed down in China for thousands of years, and it is the best excuse to explain things that cannot be explained. Not only can you cover up your weird behavior, but you can also add an aura like those pig's feet in the novel, why not?

He Jin groaned for a while and didn't speak, and He Xian wasn't in a hurry, just waiting.

Only He Miao looked at He Jin, and then looked at He Xian, scratching his head for a while, picking his nose for a while, and didn't know what his eldest brother and nephew were doing. Finally stopped for a while, and there was an obscene light in his dull eyes, and the corners of his mouth faintly drooped, and he didn't know which brothel girl he was thinking about.

"Relying on the power of the family and then becoming a member of the family, this is not the right way?" He Jin asked seriously after thinking for a while.

"Good direction! The wrong way! Power can be obtained through one generation, but it takes several generations to develop into a family. If you want to do it in one hand, it can't be! Because the family needs the foundation. What is Heritage? People and money. Especially people, the key of the key. A family must ensure that it has a steady stream of talents to appear and join, to inherit the advantages of the family's long-standing existence in this society. It can be wealth, it can be knowledge, it can be power. The He family is now suddenly rich, but there are still several generations to go after leaving the family. ”

"But now, which of the celebrities and talents is not born into a family? If you don't rely on making good friends with a family, how can you gain the allegiance of talents? ”

"You're talking about celebrities, and I'm talking about talent. Those who are good at raising horses are talents, those who are good at casting iron are also talents, those who are good at traders are talents, and those who are good at farming are also talents. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, you can do better than others in a certain line of work. These people have no reputation, but if they give you enough, you will get more horses than others, weapons sharper than others, richer wealth than others, and more abundant food than others. With these, you have the foundation to become a Maison. Of course, you and the second uncle still have to work hard to create people, and there are no descendants to inherit, in case I accidentally fall into the river and drown in the future, He Fu's huge wealth and power will be cheapened for nothing. It's much more real than when you're all day long, nostalgic for the brothel. ”

The words are not rough. He Jin's face is not good-looking, but I have to say that his son's analysis is very reasonable. Of course, he didn't think that this was the wisdom that his seven-year-old son could have, and he took these words as a hint from the immortals. He has to think about it, the mood swings brought by today are really a bit big, too stimulating and the heart is a little uncomfortable.

"I want to be quiet! The Matter of the College・・・・・・"

"With the help of immortals, what are you worried about!"

"Then you still let the old lady make trouble!" He Jin slapped the back of He Xian's head angrily, ignoring He Xian's angry appearance, rubbing the palm of his right hand, as if he was nostalgic for Fang Cai's hand.

He Xian didn't like to be hit in the back of the head very much, and he didn't like it very much, because it would remind him of the father he used to be, and when he recalled that father thousands of years later, he would fall into endless sadness. So, he didn't like the feeling now. But as the saying goes, when people are under the roof, they have to bow their heads. In this troubled world, he had to rely on the father in front of him. Moreover, after talking about it today, He Xian felt that He Jin didn't seem to be as rubbish as he imagined. This seems like a good start!

He Xian put away his angry eyes and said to He Jin: "The process of preparing for the autumn examination of the academy needs some manpower and material support. ”

"Find your second uncle, within the scope of his authority, you can call the resources in the mansion at will." He Jin had no doubts or hesitation this time. He had already figured out something when he laughed maniacally before. He loved the feeling of figuring it out now.

"Thank you...... Belch...... Father! He Xian reluctantly snapped, and finally shouted out the word.

"He Jin, He Xian's father, in this world, there is nothing wrong." He Xian comforted himself.

When he heard He Xian say the word "father", He Jin's body shook slightly with his back to He Xian, and he pretended to admire the calligraphy and paintings on the wall without looking back.

Gently waving his hand, he signaled that He Xian and He Miao could go out. looks like a light breeze and a bamboo in the chest, and it really has a bit of the demeanor of the head of the family. and Fang Cai's angry and corrupt appearance is really like two people.

"Did you hear what you just said?" Leaving He Jin's study, He Xian turned around and asked He Miaodao.

"I hear you." He Miao flattered.

"So what I need・・・・・・"

"I'll do it now!" He Miao said diligently.

"Thank you, Second Uncle! I'll ask someone to draft a list and send it to the second uncle! "He Xianzuo is leaving.

"What kind of list are you drafting! You say, I'll do it! As soon as he heard that He Xian was leaving, He Miao immediately stretched out his hand to stop him. Obviously looks like a big black bear, but he has to pretend to be as pitiful as a white rabbit.

"Look at your little bit of interest!" He Xian despised He Miaodao.

"Yes! Be! We have a big brother in our family, and you have a nephew, all of whom are promising! As for your second uncle and me, one more is not much, one less is not too much, it doesn't matter if there is a chance or not. He Miao shook his head and laughed at himself.

Such a second uncle is really the best.

He Xian looked contemptuous and helpless, still no match for He Miao's stinky shamelessness. took out Fang Cai's black jade unicorn from his arms and threw it back to He Miao.

"Yo Yo! Be careful! Be careful! He Miao nervously grabbed the Moyu Qilin, for fear that it would fall to the ground and end up like the purple sand teapot in the study.