"Brother Zhongyong, are you okay?" Ma Erya asked with concern. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is an innocent starlight in the dark eyes.

Fang Zhongyong looked at this little Lori's expression, and was very proud in his heart, presumably the idea of raising silkworm babies next to the hot spring must have solved the urgent need of the Ma family brothers and sisters, how to say, you can't get a few worship points from this Lori?

He then grinned and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Then, he took out a sheepskin water bag from his sleeve, handed it over with a smile or a smile, and then, took a look at the figure of the little Lori who had not yet grown into a full life, put on a majestic look like a Confucian, and said seriously:

"This is a wild papaya drink, because the winter is a little later, although the wild papaya is easy to find on our side on weekdays, in winter, but it is also rare, that day I got a good one on the cliff, and then I entered the wine, and made this pot. Whoa—"

As he spoke, he waved the sheepskin water bag in his hand, and Xiao Lori obediently stretched out her hand to take it, looked up and down, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong with cute eyes.

Fang Zhongyong continued to be serious: "Give it to Erya for you to drink, this thing is excellent for your appearance and figure." ”

Ma Erya nodded obediently, but thanked him casually, and then asked Fang Zhongyong with a bright eye: "Brother Zhongyong, I heard that you will go to study tomorrow, I don't know if you have time to come back to teach Erya." ”

As she spoke, she slowly lowered her head, her cheeks were dyed with Feixia makeup, which was very cute.

It turns out that this little Lori has also been poisoned by reading and worshipping.

Fang Zhongyong sighed secretly in his heart, and while calculating, it seems that he studied hard and aspired to fame, which is a single-plank bridge of the Great Song Dynasty.

Walking on the country road, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Fang Zhongyong's slightly weak young body, casting a long shadow, and the little Lori behind him stepped on his shadow and walked, having fun.

However, at this moment, Fang Zhongyong is driving the small train of history in his heart, and he is driving forward with a tuk tuk.

This year is the second year of Mingdao, then next year, it should be the first year of Jingyou, Comrade Fang Zhongyong mainly lived in the era when Emperor Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty was in charge, and Emperor Renzong was an emperor who liked to change the name of the year, and he was also a gentle and tolerant emperor, or an emperor who was sad and devoted to the cause of childbirth all his life, but had few heirs.

Compared with those Wenchen or giant sprays under him, Fan Zhongyan, Fu Bi, Wang Anshi and others; Compared to those two-goals under his hands? Privy Counsellor, Han Qi, Wen Yanbo and others; Compared with various writers or giant acids in his time, Sansu, Ersong and so on; Compared with his time, in the various stories circulated among the people, there are either the Bao adults who have been famous for thousands of years, or the Chen Shimei who have been stinking for thousands of years;

——Comrade Renzong's sense of existence was properly squeezed out of the top 20 of the list of celebrities in the later generations of the Renzong era. If it weren't for the influence of "Tanuki for the Prince", it is estimated that there would be more places after the list.

However, the supreme man has no self, the god has no merit, and the saint has no name.

A really good emperor does not necessarily have to be famous, immortal, a perfect old man, faceless and skinless, and send people everywhere to put gold on his face.

Under this gentle, tolerant, and still wise emperor, I really want to do something: from making a fortune, to serving the country and the people, or being the king and hegemon—it can be regarded as a somewhat troubled era.

Although these are still so distant and distant from the current Fang Zhongyong.

He really wanted to excitedly yell at the old driver of the history train, take me~~~~

……

Early the next morning, Fang Zhongyong knocked on the west corner door of Chai Daguan's house, and his cousin's housekeeper was still wearing a Confucian shirt, and Si Swenwen was waiting for him to go in. Behind his cousin, Comrade Butler, were two big men with beards and beards, and through the coarse cloth clothes, you could also see the convex and concave muscle blocks under the clothes.

Fang Zhongyong adhered to the self-consciousness of a companion reading, changed the clothes in the house according to the rules, and put on the headscarf of the scholar. Slowly followed the two big men in front of him, and the cousin butler who was almost invisible to the figure of the two big men, crossed the shadow wall, entered the verandah, and walked for a while in nine twists and eighteen turns, and came to a spacious and gorgeous hall.

In the hall, the copper carp mouth incense furnace that makes people think about the sky, wafting out the smell of sandalwood from the middle of the mouth. In the middle of a marble-inlaid red sandalwood carved round table, east and west sides, with four sets of the same red sandalwood carved short couch and table, separated by four small spaces, ring arch main hall, if broken, it is obvious that it is a die-hard fan of red sandalwood. The layout of each room is different:

or win with mountain stone bonsai; or hanging qin sword, Liegu Ding; or Chen calligraphy and painting to delight the feelings; Or offer flowers to welcome guests. All kinds of arrangements are most suitable for troll scribes, pointing out the country, inspiring words, dung when thousands of households, or flirting with Han and sisters, talking about tea.

The cousin housekeeper walked to the big official who leaned on the short couch very casually, and then everyone behind him saluted, Fang Zhongyong did the same, and slowly saluted to show respect, and his heart was very grateful at this time This is the enlightened Song Dynasty that has not been ravaged by the iron hooves of Mongolia and does not have to kneel at will.

Then he looked up at the Chai Daguan in front of him, Chai Daguan Chai Shao, the word laughing sky, reading people, Jinxi people called laughing Weng. At the age of forty-three or four, he had a long hair that was very fashionable at that time, black eyebrows and blue hair, although he had passed his old age, his eyes were still bright and sharp, and he did not lose a beautiful son.

However, the lushly silver ear that he was holding in his hand and engraved with the color of Bashan Shushui obviously attracted Fang Zhongyong's attention more than this good son.

I don't know if I really don't understand or in order to be different, Chai Daguan actually used such a classic wine set that can hold three buckets of wine and get drunk with ten or eight that is not a problem, and poured out fresh wolfberry bud tea into the same wine utensils and cups, and the taste was extremely intoxicating.

With a sharp light in his fine eyes, he swept over Fang Zhongyong, who was brought in, nodded slightly and smiled, and used a classic local tyrant tone in a warm spring breeze, the bold and treacherous opponent Zhong Yongdao:

"Zhongyong, Wu'er Chai Lin is also a smart child, but he was just spoiled. I also hope that you will follow him, and take him with you, if you can all be a little enterprising, the solution test, the provincial test or even the palace test, as long as you can succeed, Yinqian, sir, it is not a problem to go to any academy. After you have cut it, you can go to the housekeeper to pay the money. ”

What he said was a big burden for Fang Zhongyong in one sentence, and he read it with him, and he also had to accompany it so that the young master could be lifted together, and everything else was easy to say.

The expectations are not low, the ambition is not small, but the treatment is not bad, comparable to the Zhou Xingxing version of the senior scholar 9527.

Then, I saw that the firewood official waved his hand to everyone: "It's not a person who bought it from people's teeth, and it's a scholar, so I won't give another name at will, you guys will explain the matter of accompanying the young master to study, and take him to the study." ”

The people took the command and departed.

After walking a lot of motions, talking a lot about etiquette, and really starting to study in the home school, it was the second day.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhongyong accompanied the arrogant Chai Lin Gongzi to study at the home school.

Although it was a family school, there were dozens of people of all ages who sat down to read the scriptures, and the sound of the loud books was really noisy and noisy, disturbing the neighbors—oh no, in this era, it should be said, the blessings of the neighbors.

The books he read were mainly poems, scriptures, Moyi, poems, books, Yi, Zhou Li, and Liji, as well as Analects and Mencius. Regardless of age or stage, after teaching this one and teaching that one, and the sky was dark, this one began to assign Bible interpretation homework and write hard.

In short, this is a part of the mess that is theoretically in line with "doing the right thing".

Of course, in such a messy environment, there are naturally more people who do something else, throwing pots, playing with sives, smearing their faces and dancing Hu Xuan dances, tricking classmates, everything that should be, everything.

And the old master still teaches his knowledge, as long as there is no chaos, he does not pay attention to it, and he is extremely calm.

Fang Zhongyong originally thought that reading these boring literary dialects would require considerable effort even for a prodigy who could write and compose poems without a teacher. It is necessary to hang the beams and pierce the strands, and the wall is borrowed or something, in order to reflect the hardships on this single-plank bridge.

However, he really underestimated this famous prodigy, after all, in this era of Renzong, where there are many people, it is almost impossible to be called a prodigy, and in the matter of reading, it is almost impossible to get a name without an IQ of more than 14 years.

And Comrade Fang Zhongyong is completely the kind of person who never forgets and knows everything in the legend, and he doesn't need to bring his own system, and the head is enough to make this guy who has crossed over deeply appreciate the strongest brain and the sense of existence that has existed since ancient times.

It's like it comes with a imperial examination system. The existence of this guy is probably to crush his classmates and subvert the bitter atmosphere of the river crab. Especially in the family school in this small place, there are really no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are all overlords, not to mention that Fang Zhongyong really has so much potential to be tigers.

After spending some time easily, Comrade Fang Zhongyong finished the day's schoolwork, and then another part-time homework writer with a penny of money. There was still time to finish, so he simply took out a copy of "Three Kingdoms" from the bookshelf, combined with the memories of the Three Kingdoms, and drew cards one by one.

Basic Commander Count, Points, Weapons, Tips, Kills, Flashes, Duels...... He painted himself with a tiger and a tiger, and Chai Lin and a companion next to him couldn't help but be attracted, staring at Fang Zhongyong motionlessly.

Fang Zhongyong felt the strange atmosphere beside him, so he turned his face sideways and gave the son of the Chai family a flattering smile: "Childe, are you here to play?" ”

Chai Lin thought to himself that Uncle Wang had said that Fang Zhongyong had been abolished, and he was unwilling to believe him easily at this time, so he forced himself to study and said, "Good student, otherwise, I will inform my father and punish you." ”

"Oh, I'm so scared, I'm afraid-" Fang Zhongyong squeezed his eyebrows and blew the drawn cards, and then said Amway beside him: "Who will kill me in a game?" ”

A group of drowsy little ones who were reading woke up suddenly, and they came curiously and said, "How to play," "How to play"

"Don't worry, let's talk about the rules first, one penny at a time, the same as Guan Pu, divided into the lord, loyal ministers, traitors and traitors, draw cards to determine the role:

The task of the loyal minister is to help the lord kill the traitor and the traitor, the task of the traitor is to kill the lord even if he wins, and the traitor needs to lurk in various roles to play balance, and finally kill all the people in order to win, the winning side takes away the losing side, and then shares the ,...... equally"

In this way, at dusk after school on the third day, Fang Zhongyong dragged a long figure with a bulging money bag, humming a tune that our people are really happy today - Young Master Chai Lin, carrying four muscular male family members, blocked in the corner of a back street and alley in the house.