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There are few prodigies in Fuzhou, and it can even be said that there are none, after all, there are only a few people in Fuzhou, except for Kai Zhang and Ke, the rest are old men, and even the Fuzhou Cultural Association does not come to participate.

Fuzhou in history has also been glorious, that is in the Song Dynasty, there are those who have been scholars, some have been prime ministers, there are also commentaries on the Book of Changes, and there are also those who went abroad to Japan to become monks.

At that time, the Fuzhou literary scene was unique, known as the Fuzhou School, leading the entire southwest literary circle.

However, after experiencing that great glory, the literary scene in Fuzhou has become quiet, and it has not eased up for hundreds of years. Some people say that the blowout of the Song Dynasty led to the loss of Fuzhou's heritage, and also encroached on the opportunities that future generations should have.

So when I heard Jiang Shi talk about Gao Zhong first, all the people present were interested in Gao Zhong, and they couldn't say that with the emergence of Gao Zhong, there would be a few more pillars of talent in the Fuzhou literary circle.

No one thought that the person who was in the limelight at this year's Fuzhou Cultural Conference was not Zhang Youke, nor the talented Jiang Shixian, but a peasant boy named Gao Zhong.

After the banquet, Zhang Youke and the group of Xiucai waved goodbye, then got on the sliding pole and walked in the direction of home under the light of the scholar's lantern.

There are many mountainous areas in the southwest, and the road is narrow, not suitable for sedan chairs and carriages, only rely on two bamboo poles to support a bamboo chair composed of a sliding pole to travel, even if Fuzhou Zhizhou can not be special.

Sitting on the sliding pole, Zhang Youke suddenly asked the scholar, "Yuji, are you ready for the book I asked you to prepare?" ”

Yuji is the name of the little scholar, this name is Zhang He is preferable, and his full name is Zhang Yuji.

The little scholar nodded: "Young Master, I was ready when I came back yesterday." But you already have these four books and five classics, why do you need to prepare one? ”

"Don't ask more, all of them are withdrawn and given to the bright children of the clan."

Zhang Youke suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and then said to the little scholar with a smile.

"Ah, eldest young master, you didn't send this book to that Gao Zhong baby, why didn't you send it?"

The little scholar was taken aback, how did this eldest young master become strange after he seemed to be acquainted with Gao Zhong?

"On paper, you will eventually feel shallow, and you must know that you have to do it......"

Zhang Youke ignored the little scholar, leaned on the seat on the sliding rod, looked up at the big and round moon, and had a smile on his face.

When the little scholar saw Zhang Youke like this, he was so frightened that he shuddered, as if the last time Zhang Youke read the "Seven Books of Martial Arts" to Gao Zhong, Zhang Youke had this kind of unpredictable expression on his face.

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On the second day, Gao Lianquan rode a big horse and left early, leaving Gao Shangwu behind, and also left a sum of money, which is Gao Shangwu's living expenses these days.

Gao Wei also left after lunch, and now the income and expenditure of the entire family depend on Gao Wei's work in the city, which is not sloppy.

In the afternoon, Gao Qiaoer also carried the basket on her back and went up the hillside and was busy with farm work, leaving only Gao Zhong and Gao Shangwu two seven-year-old children at home.

If it were another family, it was estimated that the two children would not be allowed to be alone in the house, so as not to cause trouble.

But Gao Zhong and Gao Shangwu are different, Gao Zhong is sensible and studious, as long as he has time to spare, he will practice calligraphy.

And Gao Shangwu didn't say a word, as if he was stunned. He has to do things like a robot all day long, practice martial arts, eat, and sleep.

"Brother Shangwu, the courtyard in the house is narrow, why don't we go outside to find a place, you practice martial arts, how about I write?"

Gao Zhong put down the pen in his hand and said to Gao Shangwu.

The sun dam in the ancestral house is very small, and Gao Zhong feels very spacious when he writes, but now that Gao Shangwu is practicing martial arts vigorously, Gao Zhong is always worried that he will be injured by mistake.

Gao Shangwu nodded, as if he agreed, and then tied himself with a wooden knife, a wooden sword, and a wooden gun, and gave Gao Zhong a look, signaling that he could go.

Gao Zhong brought Gao Shangwu to the big yellow cypress tree, which was a very wide dam, which was very suitable for martial arts, and the huge yellow cypress tree was not afraid of the summer sun under the shade, and there was a long stream rushing there.

Gao Shangwu was very satisfied with the environment at the scene, and immediately unloaded the weapon on his body, took out the wooden gun and began to dance.

Don't look at Gao Shangwu's young age, but his kung fu is solid, and the spear is like a dexterous snake in his hand, spitting letters in all directions, which looks very comfortable.

Gao Zhong also watched it for a long time on the side, and couldn't help but sigh that Gao Shangwu was really cultivated by Gao Jian when he was young, and he could do this action so skillfully.

Then Gao Zhong withdrew his eyes, walked to the stream and fetched a bowl of water, then took a wooden board and continued to practice calligraphy on the wooden board.

This time, Gao Zhong's purpose was to silently write the "Three Questions of Huangshi Gong" in the "Seven Books of Wujing", on the one hand, to consolidate the knowledge he had learned before, and at the same time to improve his writing level.

So, quiet for two or three days under the yellow cypress tree and now there is another scene, a child under the tree hard to practice calligraphy, another child on the side of the dance gun stick, but there is a bit of the meaning of smelling the chicken dance.

The two of them were both literate and martial, and they practiced until the sun went down before they went home to help Gao Qiaoer make dinner together.

Early in the morning of the second day, the sun was about to rise, revealing a fiery red light, and Gao Zhong and Gao Shangwu had already appeared under the yellow cypress tree, one began to practice calligraphy and reading again, and the other began to practice martial arts again.

The only difference on this day was that Gao Zhong first boiled a pot of water and waited until the water boiled before he began to practice writing.

Although Gao Shangwu was quite curious about Gao Zhong's habits, he still helped light the fire on the side, and waited until the water boiled before he began to busy himself with his own business.

When the sun gradually began to be a little scorching, Yang Sanlao also walked slowly to the foot of the yellow cypress tree, and was slightly surprised to see the two people under the tree: "Zhong Wazi, you came to practice so early?" ”

Gao Zhong also laughed when he saw that it was Yang Sanlao: "Well, Grandpa Yang, your relatives are gone?" ”

"Let's go," Yang Sanlao pointed to Gao Shangwu, who was squatting on the side and staring at him, and asked, "This baby is Gao Quanquan's grandson, Gao Quanwu?" ”

Gao Zhong nodded: "It's Grandpa's grandson!" ”

"Oh, this baby looks the same as his father, but it's a pity, it's a man!"

Yang Sanlao nodded when he heard this, then walked to his recliner and sat down, seeing that Gao Zhong was missing a pot of hot water on the side, he made himself a pot of tea, and then continued to watch Gao Zhong practice calligraphy and noble martial arts.