Zhang Duo nodded.

"Come on, put pen and ink paper inkstone, since the kid said that his father's article is so rare, let everyone see this peerless article."

Han Dazhi didn't say a word, immediately opened the baggage and took out a stack of rice paper.

Respectfully placed on the table.

For him, this kind of big scene of reading people is simply too scary.

No matter how powerful his aura is, I'm afraid that when he sees this kind of scene, he will be a little drumming in his heart.

My legs are a little weak.

Zhang Duo was thirteen years old, and his stature had already grown taller, but he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Wang Xiaoqing smiled, "Then thank you, Childe." ”

It would be nice to have someone write for her.

Who let us not systematically learn calligraphy.

Zhang Duo touched the paper gently, but he didn't expect that this rice paper was indeed of excellent quality, and it was definitely a high-grade rice paper.

It seems that the little brother may be a little flattering to his father, but he definitely doesn't talk nonsense about their family's paper family.

"Good paper!"

This sound of good paper immediately made the eyes of the people around them fall on the paper.

At the beginning, everyone knew that this kid's family was a paper mill, and they inevitably felt a little disdainful in their hearts.

I think this kid is simply unscrupulous for business.

Coming to their academy to stir up trouble is simply an insulting thing.

But who doesn't know this Zhang Duo in front of them, but the genius of the Zhang family, who is famous in their Hongdu.

Needless to say, the family background is even more outstanding.

can get this Zhang Gongzi a good paper, it seems that this paper is indeed extraordinary.

"Little brother, please!"

Their scholar had already studied ink for him, and now he could open his mouth with a pen dipped in ink.

Wang Xiaoqing was worried, but in fact, she was a science student.

Liberal arts are really limited.

Even if she had merged with history since she came, and had checked a lot of her father's books, she could know that this Great Yan Kingdom did not exist in history.

In other words, this Great Yan Kingdom will also have the groundbreaking Pangu Nuwa. There will also be changes in various eras, but those eras with the same name and surname are not the eras in Wang Xiaoqing's history books.

The seniors who crossed over can recite hundreds of poems at every turn, or export chapters, the problem is that there are almost few ancient poems she can remember.

are all familiar articles.

I don't remember anything else.

Now this is forcing Liangshan.

Even if she wants to plagiarize, she has to have that ability, and she has that memory to remember the whole thing, but the problem is that she doesn't remember much.

frowned and thought for a long time, attracting the ridicule of all the scholars around him.

That's it, it's a peerless article, look at this thing, it's all sad.

Let you be ashamed here, let you talk nonsense here!

It's obviously to sell your family's paper, but you came here to say something shocking, and your father made it in his sleep.

Talk nonsense in your sleep, I'm afraid you can't even think of that nonsense now.

That's a shame.

Quite a few people are waiting to see the joke.

Wang Xiaoqing suddenly remembered one.

In fact, there are only a few articles that can be completely taken out of the ink in her stomach, and this only article is the most suitable for the current dynasty.

I prayed in secret.

Ladies and gentlemen, I really don't want to plagiarize.

It's just to borrow!

It's really just a borrowing.

So he opened his mouth.

"Distant mountains, swallowing the Yangtze River, vast soup soup, boundless; The morning sun is cloudy, and the weather is myriad. ………… Woof! To taste the heart of the ancient benevolence, or the difference between the two, what is it? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; The height of the temple is worried about the people; Far away from the rivers and lakes, you are worried about it. It is a worry about advancing and a worry about retreating. But when will it be? It must be said that "the worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy". Belch! Weisi people, who am I with? ”

Wang Xiaoqing finally finished reciting.

This "The Story of Yueyang Tower" is an ancient text that every student must memorize.

She really borrowed flowers to offer Buddha.

His dad took advantage of it.

Although this stalk has to be played by the predecessors of the time, but there is no way to use it, you can't be soft at all.

Zhang Duo's last word fell.

The crowd around them immediately fell silent.

Han Dazhi asked the old lady quietly.

"What does this article mean? Good or bad? Why don't they speak? ”

He was a rough man who couldn't understand the words.

The old lady shook her head, her education level is not high, she is barely out of illiteracy, but she has never heard this thing that her granddaughter said, and she doesn't know anything when she asks her.

"It's really a god!"

The old scholar who took the exam immediately applauded.

This sentence is the worry of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world, it is really open-minded and open-minded. This Wang Pengfei is a god. ”

"I really didn't expect this Mr. Wang to have such a great talent."

Everyone immediately got into a frenzy.

Zhang Duo looked at the article in his hand, and his chest was stirring.

If you live in a temple, you are worried about its people, and if you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you are worried about its king.

The whole article contains a man's depressed ambition to contribute to the country.

Reminiscent of what Wang Xiaoqing said, their family runs a paper mill.

Presumably, this Mr. Wang's family background is not good.

In order to make a living, I have no choice but to help my family take care of the business.

I was depressed, so I would get this article in my sleep at night.

This is the real talent, who can make such an article even in his sleep.

What kind of shocking master should he be.

All of a sudden, Zhang Duo felt that they were born noble.

It's a big advantage, you must know that they have never been worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation since they were born.

But this Mr. Wang has such a talent, but he has to plan for the livelihood of his family.

At the same time, he suddenly looked at the little brother in front of him, and suddenly it was much more pleasing to the eye.

What he thought was braggart and arrogance just now now understands how much people respect and respect his father in his mind.

Even if he doesn't care about his own reputation, he has to stand up for his own father.

A child, even a boy from a rural family, is afraid that he will be restrained and dare not speak out in the face of so many people.

But Wang Qing in front of him can stand up so bravely to fight against so many people, just to show that his father is the only and most powerful scholar in the world.

This must be a heart that adores one's father!

If it were put on a timid and cowardly country boy, I am afraid that it would never be like today.

Many people can't do such a shameful thing in front of everyone.

Then maybe this Mr. Wang has been buried in the crowd since then.

I haven't heard of it!

This Mr. Wang didn't come to Xiaoshan Academy for the exam at all, although he would take the exam in Qiuqiu, but where would everyone know who this so-called Wang Pengfei was?

In that case, they might really miss out on Mr. Wang.

Zhang Duo made up his mind in his heart, since Mr. Wang's family background is not good, then he must help this Mr. Wang.

And it is absolutely impossible for the gentleman to feel that he is charity, pity.

Literati are all about face.

Isn't Mr. Wang's family a paper mill?

He had just written on this rice paper and put pen to paper.

It's really easy to use.

Immediately whispered to a few of his best friends next to him.

The others were also fifteen or sixteen years old.

As soon as I heard that Mr. Wang's family was so difficult, I immediately felt compassion.

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