"Huh. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Xiaobin, isn't it noon to get out of school in private school, you still have half an hour before noon, could it be that your kid didn't complete the task of reciting the content of the book word for word.

"Okay now, your dad and I have a pound of beef, plus my dad and I cheekily begged Mr. Hu, so he agreed to give you this three-day trial opportunity for the kid. It's okay now, let alone three days, it's just a day's work, and you kid didn't stick to it. Alas, your father and I are counting on being able to glorify the lintel for our old Wang family, and there is little hope. ”

Wang Changgui, who was crackling and chopping wood with an axe in his hand in the fence yard, stopped what he was doing and put the axe on the ground after hearing that the fence courtyard door five or six steps away in front of him was pushed open from the outside, he turned his head and saw that it was his son Wang Bin with a sad face who walked in.

Wang Bin, who stopped, saw Wang Changgui, who was sweating profusely from chopping wood, he quickly restrained his sad expression on the road because he was thinking about something, and then put on a smiling look, and shook the somewhat shabby thread-bound book "Analects" in his left and right hands at Wang Changgui, who walked in front of him, and asked unexpectedly: "My father, you dare to be so disoptimistic about your son and me from the beginning, since you are so disoptimistic about me, Do you have to drive ducks to the shelves and force me to go to private school? But, Daddy, let me ask you, do you really have any hope for me? ”

Just now, Wang Changgui, who still felt that there was little hope, saw his son Wang Bin with a hippie smile on his face at this time, and after hearing his rhetorical question, he felt that his son's head had become smarter, and maybe he would really be able to complete the task required by Mr. Hu.

This flame of hope was just lit in Wang Changgui's heart, and when he turned around, he saw that the son standing in front of him at this time was still carrying a worn-out thread-bound book that was almost exactly the same as yesterday, and his heart immediately cooled, and he continued to lament: "Xiaobin, my son, you see that you still have the books that Mr. Hu lent us in your hands, presumably you have not memorized all the contents of the book, and Mr. Hu has mercy and let you go home and continue to read and recite the book." Alas, Xiaobin, is my father really obsessed, is your kid really not a piece of reading material that outsiders think is not a piece of reading? ”

This Wang Changgui has never been to a private school at all, he is illiterate, and he can't read a few words, for the thread-bound book that Wang Bin is holding in his hand at this time, the word "Analects" is written on it, but by virtue of the appearance of this thread-bound book, it looks very shabby, and it is almost exactly the same as the book from yesterday, so it is inferred that his son Wang Bin did not memorize the content of the whole book, and was driven back by Mr. Hu, who taught private school, to continue to recite at home.

As soon as he shook it in front of his father, he was shown off by the Chinese "Analects" thread-bound book, and he originally thought that Wang Changgui would be happy for him. After all, I can't remember how many times before, almost every time Mr. Hu asked Wang Bin to recite the content of a book to take cards, or even an article, Wang Bin couldn't do it, and then was repeatedly kicked out of the private school.

This time, Wang Bin recited the entire "Mencius" word for word, but also recited it very smoothly and fluently, which can be said to have greatly earned face for their old Wang family.

However, after all, Wang Bin's head is bright, and after he carefully thought about and analyzed what Wang Changgui just said, after a moment of effort, he patted his head, and then he understood what was going on, Wang Changgui, who didn't know words, saw that he was still holding a worn-out thread-bound book in his hand, and mistakenly took the "Analects" at this time as the previous "Mencius".

After figuring out what was going on, Wang Bin, who was a little crying and laughing, shook the "Analects" thread-bound book in his hand again, and quickly explained: "Dad, you just misunderstood what I meant, this book is "The Analects", which is from Master Confucius. Yesterday I was reciting and reciting at home the book Mencius, a student of Confucius.

"Which book of "Mencius" I have memorized word for word to Mr. Hu, passed his assessment, he said that I progress faster than other students who study in private school, so I let me get out of school early, and I don't have to go to private school in the afternoon, gave me this "Analects", let me read and recite the book at home, and then rush to the private school at three o'clock tomorrow, and give him this "Analects" word for word."

After hearing this, the big stone that Changgui had been hanging in his heart for half a morning finally landed safely, and the worries in his heart disappeared, and he secretly felt that everything was difficult at the beginning, since his son had already passed the test on the first day of the trial, then, it should be relatively easy and easier next.

Wang Changgui, who turned from injury to joy, immediately pulled Wang Bin, who had returned from the successful completion of the task, into the back room of the thatched house, let Wang Bin sit on the kang mountain to rest, and continued to recite the "Analects" in his hand when he was fine, and he ran out in a hurry, cleaned up the firewood chopped in the yard, and prepared to go to the simple kitchen built next to him to make lunch, cut meat and wash vegetables, and treat his son who fought for him for the first time.

Soon, the fragrant meal was served on the dining table outside the thatched house, and Wang Bin, who was so hungry that his stomach was growling, put down the "Analects" thread-bound book that had just turned a page in his hand, and got off the kang.

After Wang Changgui walked in from outside with the dishes and chopsticks, Wang Bin suddenly thought of something, and immediately licked a few fingers with his mouth that had just pinched the oily beef pieces, and took out a large handful of copper coins from the pockets sewn in the cuffs.

"Xiaobin, I'm going to let you go to the private school opened by Mr. Hu today, so much money must be at least fifty yuan, you honestly explain to your father, where did so much money come from?"

Wang Changgui, who was just about to pick up chopsticks to eat, saw Wang Bin, who was sitting on the side, take out a large handful of copper coins from his cuffs as if he was playing a trick, and put them on the dining table in front of him with a clink, which made his eyes widen immediately, and he woke up after a while of dumbfounding.