Fang Zhongyong finished writing in an extremely unsightly toad style, and threw the note straight to the onlookers who ate melons, waiting for the appreciation in the routine. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But I saw the son of the Chai family snort and threw those pages on the ground casually, still mocking: "What the hell? It's good to pollute everyone's eyes. ”

Then, crackling and raining fists and taunts "sent" Fang Zhongyong and the other three out of the gate.

The aggrieved little Lori sat in front of the big family in Zhumen and cried and cried, Fang Zhongyong and the little friends next to him persuaded and coaxed together, until an old man who sold hawthorn fruit bunches passed by, Fang Zhongyong took out the only two copper plates in his underwear, bought one and handed it to Xiao Lori, which ended Meng Jiangnu's posture of crying down the Great Wall.

Little Lori's thick eyelashes still have teardrops hanging on them, coarse linen clothes, jinghai cloth skirts, and her body is not ready, but she still looks pear blossoms with rain. While nibbling on the sugar gourd, she looked at Fang Zhongyong and her brother for a long time, and Fang asked, "However, if we can't steal the last book, how can we continue to raise those silkworm babies in the winter, so that we can exchange money for Daddy's treatment?" ”

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In the mansion, in the lobby full of friends, the butler in Tsing Yi quietly walked in front of the master Chai Daguanren and handed over Fang Zhongyong's few pages of paper.

Wang Anshi's uncle, the master of the Wang family, is also among them.

I heard that it was written by Fang Zhongyong, a prodigy who was once as famous as Wang Anshi, and he first took the paper with a disdainful face, on which was the familiar Juanxiu handwriting, writing:

"Jinxi Minfang Zhongyong, Shili Geng. Zhong Yongsheng has been alive for five years, and he has never tasted the book utensils, so he suddenly begged for it. The father is different, and he is close to him, that is, the four lines of the book and poem, and his own name. His poems are intended to adoptive parents and adopt clans, and pass on the talent of a township. Since the finger is a poem, its literature and science are appreciable. The people of the city are strange, and they slightly guest their fathers, or beg for money. The father is also profitable, and the day is in the middle of the ring, and he does not learn. Now in the Ming Dao, twelve or thirteen. The order of the big officials to compose poems cannot be called the news of the past. So he laughed for the world. Zhongyong's enlightenment, and the heavens of acceptance. The day of its acceptance is also far from the material. If they die for the multitude, they will not receive from others. The heavens that they receive are also virtuous, and those who do not receive are many; The heaven that the husband does not accept has solidified the people, and the people who have not received it have to be for the people?

Then it became a poem of seven laws to remember today's humiliation:

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, he remembered the fragments, and he was a teenager who achieved nothing.

has thrown away the laughter and returned to the book, and the road to the end of the paper kite.

It's wrong to think twice in the dream, and Dancheng is nine and a half turns to return lead.

What is the use of self-cultivation and governing the country, it has let the ancestors whip first. Fang Zhongyong"

When the old man of the Wang family saw the first paragraph, he already felt that it was really good, the tone of the pen was calm and capable, it was really a classic imperial examination penmanship, and the latter paragraph, in which the helplessness and bitterness of the compassionate life experience, were even more vivid, although it was not a heavy rendering, but it was more and more regrettable.

He stared blankly at the paper in his hand for a long time before he let out a long sigh, and the mocking look on his face was never seen again, only a deep pity and pathos.

When the people around them saw that they were all so demeanorful, they couldn't help but rush to see it.

"What a talent, a good seedling for strategy, I don't know where he learned it?"

"It's hard to be a peasant child, no money to study, prestigious, since he was a child, he can listen to a word from a private school, he can be so amazing, if he is carefully trained and cultivated, he will definitely be famous in Donghua and make a name for me Jinxi."

Everyone finally looked at Chai Daguanren, and Chai Daguan looked at the Wang family master again, and the two tacitly nodded slightly and waved.

The housekeeper beside him walked forward, and Chai Daguan said: "Go and send the Fang family the same money, let his second son Fang Zhongyong, come to the private school at home to read to Lin'er as soon as Ming'er is ready." ”

……

Fang Zhongyong here didn't know it. is and the Ma family brother and sister, focusing on their farming business.

The round shadow of the sun spread out in a ruined hut in the backyard of the Ma family, the red was deep and shallow, and then protruded upward, scattered in the bamboo row wall, the straw mat roof of the humble room, it seemed that the whole small black house was no longer so dark.

The silkworm babies on the bamboo row silkworm shelves are all moving forward on their own life journeys, and the coming cold is a rather severe test for them and for ordinary mulberry farmers like the Ma family.

The bricks and stones under the small black house are opened, and you can step by step into the stone cellar below, which is carefully dried and stored in large quantities of mulberry leaves.

Although the technology of raising silkworms and reeling silk is already very mature in the Great Song Dynasty, after all, the so-called "spring silkworms to the end of the dead silk," raising winter mulberries in the autumn and winter famine season, living the surplus manpower, and also increasing a little income, but it is still a technology that is exclusive to large households.

Fang Zhongyong was thinking carefully about the method, and at the same time carefully looked at the two brothers and sisters beside him who had just sent him out of the small black house.

Although Xiao Lori has a name that has no heroine temperament on the Internet - Ma Erya, it is a real natural beauty Lori, with two double buns scattered, the red head rope is tied up, the fallen leaves fall slowly in the autumn, and occasionally one or two naughty pieces float on the tips of the little Lori's hair. The timid ten-year-old Lori followed her brother, but her eyes secretly glanced at Fang Zhongyong.

The little friend next to him, who was slightly thin, dark-skinned, and had a kind of gentle and frugal attitude at the end of his eyes and eyebrows, the so-called simple working people of the old society, and the simple and honest little friend, took his sister's little hand, stood behind his own bamboo fence and waved goodbye to Fang Zhongyong.

Fang Zhongyong was thinking about the traversal routines he had read in his previous life, and on the other hand, he was thinking about the characters he had encountered many characters this time:

Comrade Little Lori Ma Erya, naturally the green plum who was eaten by the bamboo horse, like Ruowei Xiaobao's family, will follow her virtuous heroine in the future, right? Her brother and friend are probably the good brothers who are loyal to her and counterattack all the way, right? Needless to say, the son of the Chai family must be the male partner who is jealous of the protagonist's talent and persecuted in various ways, right?

The more Fang Zhongyong's little brother thought about it, the more energetic he became, he decided that after he went home at night, he would definitely ask his parents, since he was a famous prodigy in ten miles and eight towns, he must have been engaged, right? Will there be frequent stalks of divorce? Also, after dinner, I asked my brother to borrow a few pennies and ask the old doctor for a picture book of Chinese medicine meridian diagrams, to see if he had any strange physique that naturally connected the two veins of Rendu.

Although now, I can only focus on the various mulberry farming techniques against the season, as well as focus on the glittering renminbi, the invention of cigarettes and liquor, but it is a person who has passed through the black hole of time, in case there is a pig's foot halo possessed, by the way, it is also excellent to cultivate a fairy and become a god or something......

Thinking about it like this, Fang Zhongyong couldn't help but feel that he was very busy, so he secretly pointed to the sun in his heart, "up and down, down south, left, west, right east" muttering, this party found the right direction, and went straight to a shortcut through the farmland and walked in the direction of his house.

I couldn't walk more than thirty or fifty steps, and suddenly, I didn't know what I stepped on, and the sole of one foot fell into a small hole, which hurt my heart. He was about to pull out his feet, but he heard a loud shout:

"Don't touch my snake!"

Fang Zhongyong looked down and saw that the two blue-and-white grass snakes had already bitten his feet, but they had not been drilled out of Fang Cai's small hole. It's really a waste of cold water.

When he raised his head again, he saw a panting young boy dressed in a short costume, seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying a bamboo basket and two long fishing rods, and came from there sonorously and powerfully, pinched the two snakes seven inches, and threw them straight into the bamboo basket from the cover.

This party said unceremoniously to Fang Zhongyong: "No poisonous snake, you're fine, let's go." ”

Fang Zhongyong looked the young man up and down, he couldn't assign a role in his heart, but he was curious, and couldn't help asking, "This snake still hasn't hibernated?" ”

When the young man heard this, his eyes widened, and the muscles on his shoulder blades that were plump because of exercise trembled slightly, as if he was trying to endure the rhythm of laughter: "Hibernation is not dead, it will come out when the weather warms up." Melon. ”

Fang Zhongyong looked at the young man, squatted down again, and pouted. Shares, take a closer look at the pit dug by the underground boy, the muddy hole must be the snake's own masterpiece, it must be warm in winter and cool in summer, it is very warm and comfortable.

What the young man did was to gently place two small needles with quenched anesthetic and a trap cover at the entrance of the cave, and a little rice and minced meat.

After being hungry for a long time and just waking up, the snake smelled the smell and naturally fell into the trap of the teenager.

Fang Zhongyong looked at the organ and muttered and said, "Yes, the working people are still quite wise." ”

The young man ignored his broken thoughts, and only bombarded him away, while booming, he said: "Stinky boy, don't want to peek at my mechanism, what is mine is mine, unless you give copper, don't want to imitate my mechanism, hum." ”

"Heh, it's quite domineering, quite intellectual property awareness?" Fang Zhongyong muttered to himself again, but he heard that there were a few more people on the other side of the ridge, and they were also children in ordinary clothes, running towards this young man in unison.

"I'm back, the black widow of the old Zhou family is going to war with the mighty general of the old Li family, go and see——"

When the young man heard this, he didn't look at Fang Zhongyong anymore, and ran straight away with a group of friends. Fang Zhongyong wanted to catch up and take a look at what kind of tactics it was, but his left ear hurt, and he was half-carried and half-dragged home by a big thick hand.

"Little rabbit, it's okay in two days, where are you going crazy again, see if I don't peel your skin today-"

"Daddy, light, light—"

When the father and son dragged and dragged like a matador and a cow, they came to their courtyard entangled, but they saw the housekeeper of Chai Daguan's house, who was humbly and politely saying goodbye to his mother and sister-in-law at home. The elder brother of the Fang family has not returned home because he went up the mountain to collect firewood.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the butler wore a dark blue fluttering scarf, a simple blue cloth robe with narrow sleeves, and two eyes with the tails downward, full of charity.

Without waiting for Fang Zhongyong's reaction, Fang's mother was already screaming over there, and once again she burst into tears, and walked forward sincerely and held Fang Zhongyong's hand: "Son, you have a book to read, come and see your cousin's second uncle's house... The third aunt's house... The baby of the sister-in-law's family......

- You just, just call your cousin, it's a shame that your cousin is doing things for you, Chai Daguan, let you go and read to his baby, baby-"

Uh, yes, sure enough, it was three thousand miles, and before Fang Zhongyong could react to the twists and turns of the watch and the twists and turns of the family, his own hard-working mother was already crying, Fang Zhongyong looked at the housekeeper, and said in his heart, if it weren't for this housekeeper, I am afraid that he would have to suffer more in the claws of the bear child of Chai Daguan today.

So, with a Marxist-Leninist and well-behaved demeanor, he stepped forward and clasped his fists and saluted: "Cousin-"

Comrade Butler's cousin also bowed slightly to him and returned a comrade's smile.

"However, what is the meaning of companion reading? Please let my cousin show me down. ”