"Get up, stinky boy, the sun is on your ass!" Father Zhao angrily knocked on the door of the east house.

"If you wake up in the morning, you won't let people sleep lazy, really!" Zhao Xuan, who was still sleeping with his head covered, was woken up by his father's loud voice like a lion. But complaining is complaining, Zhao Xuan still got dressed and opened the door of the East House.

"Eh, Dad, it hurts! Hurt! Hurt! As soon as he opened the door, Zhao Xuan was grabbed by his father's ears.

"You stinky boy, I told you early yesterday morning, today is your grandfather's 100-day grave, his old man's most painful thing on weekdays is not your kid, guarding his old man's house, I and your mother can't beat and scold him on weekdays, for fear of making his old man unhappy, you are good, how long has his old man gone, do you still have some filial piety!" Dad Zhao is simply angry at the moment, although Zhao Xuan is also very stubborn by nature on weekdays, but as long as Zhao Xuan does not commit a big thing, Dad Zhao will never be angry, but today's matter, in Dad Zhao's opinion, it is simply a big rebellion and contrary to heavenly reason.

Zhao Xuan was born in Zhaojia Village, the whole village is basically surnamed Zhao, and the current Zhao royal family has the same surname, but there is no clan, blood or anything, everyone knows that bullying the monarch is to connect the nine clans, so for the sake of prudence, Zhaojia Village has not dared to declare that he is a royal nobleman, after all, the age is already a long time ago, even if your ancestors used to be high-ranking officials and nobles, royal relatives and relatives, but now it is mixed to such a point, how can there be any face, it is better to live this ordinary life in peace.

Looking at the large and small villages near Zhaojia Village, Zhaojia Village can only be regarded as a medium-level village. There are more than 100 households in the whole village, but fortunately, there is harmony between the neighbors, even if today Zhao San's chickens pinch Zhao Si's field, tomorrow Zhao Liu's children peek at the ** bath of the next door, or the day before yesterday, Zhao Qian's eaves are higher than the eaves of Zhao Mazi's house, which seems to be cumbersome, but it doesn't matter, after all, it is normal for neighbors to have such things, but at least they are still simple, without the careful eyes of those people in the city, in their eyes, as long as they can encounter some disasters in their lives, It would be nice to be able to eat enough and subsidize the family.

Zhao Xuan is the only seedling of their family, Grandpa Zhao can repay his grandson in the old age, and he can be regarded as worthy of his ancestors, so the old man began to name his little grandson Zhang Luo when Zhao Xuan was not born.

It just so happened that there was a Taoist priest who traveled here, and the old man Zhao went to ask the Taoist chief to give his little grandson a name, and by the way, to test the future achievements of this little grandson, after all, who doesn't want their family to produce a talent who will honor his ancestors.

At the beginning, before arriving at the door of the house, the little Taoist boy who guarded the door for the Taoist said that his Taoist was in retreat, and it was inconvenient to see guests, and after a long time, the old man knew that he did not give the little Taoist child benefits, so he brought some melons, fruits and sweets to the Taoist child from time to time.

As soon as he entered, a wisp of green smoke was inhaled into his lungs, making Old Man Zhao feel as if he could live for a few more years, he took a few puffs, and no longer cherished the green smoke, so he bowed to the Taoist who was meditating in front of him and said: "Little old man Zhao Hu, I came here this time to ask the Taoist to name my unborn little grandson, calculate his future, little respect, and hope that the Taoist will accept it." ”

"Old man Zhao is serious, a poor man in the mountains and wilderness, it's okay to take a name, as for the future of Ling Knee Sun, I will still talk about it, the old man should just listen to a foreign sentence, don't take it too seriously."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the little old man is still bothering the Taoist."

"Don't bother, don't bother, the old man listens well, a cold man in the township, he doesn't miss his talent when he is young, he enters the vulgar dust when he is young, he goes down to the middle of the court, he is a traitor in troubled times, and he is named Xuan'er." Dao Chang spoke for a while, and then, Old Man Zhao only felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted, and in the thatched house, he didn't see that Dao Chang anymore.

When the old man Zhao woke up, he found that the Taoist chief had long been gone, and he was still thinking about the limerick poem made by the Taoist chief in his mind: "A cold man in the township, he did not miss his talents when he was young, and he entered the vulgar dust when he was young. After a while, the old man Zhao shouted, shouting in surprise that he had met the immortal master, and the joy in his heart seemed to be forever extinguished, and whenever the old man remembered, he would always take out the past from time to time to listen to Xiao Xuanzi, and then sit there quietly to reminisce

"Okay, Daddy, I know it's wrong, I'll wash my face and go to the grave with you right away." Zhao Xuan desperately broke free of his father's claws, rubbed his red ears with his hands and said.

"Stinky boy, hurry up, you, I really don't know if the immortal master miscalculated at the beginning, just like you, you kid, will you 'go down to the middle of the court' in the future?!" It's a good time to be idle, and fortunately you don't have the vice of gambling, otherwise we will let you use it to offset my account, I guess it will be sooner or later! Father Zhao said angrily.

"Don't forget Daddy, I'm 'not a kid'!" Zhao Xuan said loudly from the house.

"Stinky boy, you're seventeen years old, or when you were a child!? Then why don't you give our old Zhao family a mouthful of morale, so that relatives of other branches can stop laughing at you! Really! "Dad Zhao really doesn't know what to say about his son, he is delicious and lazy all day long, he sleeps earlier than a chicken and gets up later than a dog, the only thing that is fortunate is that this son doesn't like to talk much when he sees outsiders on weekdays, but fortunately he doesn't cause trouble, but today's incident still makes Dad Zhao feel uncomfortable, so he lost his temper at Zhao Xuan.

"Alright, father, you can rest assured, your son will be glorious in the future, Allah Allah!" Ye Fan found that his father's tone of voice began to improve a little, no, he took out the old routine he usually used to prevent Dad Zhao from getting angry.

"Okay, you stinky boy, you are cheating and cheating, it's time for you to go to school."

"Don't don't, Dad, you don't know, what did the ancient sages say, your son and I want to sleep when I see it, don't send me to a private school again, okay?" As soon as he heard that his father wanted to let him go to a private school to study, Zhao Xuan hurriedly pleaded, but fortunately, God always seemed to be more attached to Zhao Xuan, and at this time Zhao's mother appeared.

"Let's go quickly, it's too late for you to come back before the sun goes down."

"Okay, let's go, stinky boy, I've got you out of this disaster again!" Father Zhao gritted his teeth and said.

"Haha, let's go!" Zhao Xuan happily grimaced at his father and jumped out of the house.

After Zhao Xuan's trouble, it also eased the dull mood of their family recently.