Song family.

There were several tables of banquets in the house, and the guests were all seated early, but the main seat was vacant.

However, everyone did not look impatient, but talked happily one by one, and their faces seemed to be filled with joy.

"The master has arrived!"

As the subordinates sang, everyone got up one after another, and their eyes followed Song Zhiyuan, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt, out of the back of the middle hall.

"Everybody's here! All sit! All sit! ”

Song Zhiyuan hugged his fists with everyone with a smile and said, everyone nodded and smiled, but no one really sat down.

After Song Zhiyuan sat down, everyone sat down with a smile.

Song Zhiyuan, who was sitting on the main seat, waited for the maid to pour him a glass of wine, then slowly got up, held the wine glass, looked at everyone, and then said: "This family banquet, I was going to wait for a few days before I asked everyone to come over for a gathering!" The old man has a lot of people to take care of in Lin'an City, so he prepared a little wine and thanked him a little. ”

Everyone waved their hands one after another, not daring to be greedy for the slightest!

In the name of Song Zhiyuan and Song Daru, what does he want, isn't it just a matter of words?

The reason why people will trouble you is nothing more than how much everyone is related to you!

Speaking of which, you're still stained with other people's light!

"This is the second time! The old man is loved by the heavenly family, and he does not give up his talents, and today he has officially obtained the right to walk in the palace, and he will live up to the emperor's grace in the future, and carefully teach the prince to study! ”

Everyone already knew that Song Zhiyuan would be the prince's lecturer, but they didn't know when, and now that the news was confirmed from Song Zhiyuan's mouth, the whole banquet was boiling!

Although the prince lecturer has no substantive official position for the time being, he is extremely noble, how can ordinary people have such an honor?

As long as you do your best to assist the prince, can you not see it today?

Is it difficult to hold a half-time job?

If the crown prince achieves the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan one day, how can Song Zhiyuan not be the emperor?

Which official function has the emperor to glorify the ancestors?

Song Zhiyuan smiled and looked at it for more than a dozen breaths, stretched out his hand and pressed down slightly, and everyone stopped their mouths one after another, waiting for Song Zhiyuan to speak.

"So take advantage of today's joy and call the big guys to get together! Everyone, raise your glass and drink! ”

As Song Zhiyuan drank the whole glass of wine, everyone turned their necks to drain the wine in the glass, as if what they were drinking was not wine, but intoxicating happiness!

The fact is also the same, a person who has won the Tao chicken dog ascended to heaven, and in the future, they will have Song Zhiyuan as a backer in Lin'an City, which waist pole can not be straighter?

After Song Zhiyuan finished toasting a glass of wine, he didn't salute everyone anymore, but just ate the dishes and chatted with the people at the main table.

But who dares to say that he is rude?

Song Zhiyuan didn't go to toast, how dare the people in the banquet not toast?

After a pause, someone came to Song Zhiyuan with a wine jug and a wine glass and began to toast, saying some auspicious words of congratulations.

Song Zhiyuan's old god is full of shelf, facing people with official positions, talking a few more words, taking a sip of wine, and when he encounters businessmen and others, he just smiles and smiles, and his lips are dipped in wine.

Finally, it was Dong Sangen's father and son's turn, Dong Sangen's father, Dong Quan, said a good word with a wine glass, but Song Zhiyuan only nodded lightly and gently clinked glasses with him.

Dong Quan felt a little bitter in his heart, but because of his identity, he, a martial arts captain from the seventh grade, was naturally not treated by Confucians like Song Zhiyuan.

But fortunately, Song Zhiyuan did not make things difficult for their father and son, which can be regarded as a good thing!

"Grandpa Song, I have something I want to ask you about."

Dong Quan finished toasting and was about to take Dong Sangen back to his seat, but Dong Sangen, who was standing behind him, suddenly said this sentence, and Dong Quan was almost about to scold.

At this time, you bastard can mess around?

Dong Quan stared at Dong Sangen fiercely, wanting Dong Sangen not to be troublesome.

Song Zhiyuan let out an 'oh' with interest, and he felt a little more interesting about Dong San who suddenly spoke.

"Song Daru, the child is not sensible, please bear with me! I'll teach him a hard lesson when I go home! Seeing that Dong San didn't mean to back down, Dong Quan didn't care about cleaning him up, and hurriedly apologized to Song Zhiyuan.

If he sins Song Zhiyuan at such a time, for his family, it is not as simple as losing a backer!

"It doesn't matter! Since the child has something to ask the old man for advice, the old man is still a little patient! If it is a little thing, the old man can't teach it well, how can he guide the prince to study? ”

When Dong Quan heard this, he didn't know whether what Song Zhiyuan said was true or not, and his heart was as worried as a war drum.

"Little baby, what do you want to ask the old man about?"

Song Zhiyuan asked softly, Dong Quanmeng came back to his senses, looked at Dong Sangen like a knife, and signaled Dong Sangen not to talk nonsense.

Dong Sangen was stared at by his father at the moment, and he also felt a chill in his head, but at this time, it was difficult to ride a tiger.

"Grandpa Song, the kid accidentally found a piece of paper, there are some words written on the paper, some words, the kid understands, but there are some words, the kid can't understand, and I want to ask Grandpa Song to help the kid solve his doubts."

Dong San's words are crepe, but there is no sense of frustration of yin and yang, and it is very awkward to hear it in people's ears.

Song Zhiyuan was uncomfortable when he heard it, but he finally understood what Dong Sangen was going to do, he smiled at Dong Quan, and said, "Does your kid read and write?" ”

Dong Quan smiled and said, "I have invited a few gentlemen for him, but unfortunately the rebel son is stubborn, like rotten wood, and he can only recognize a few big characters superficially!" ”

"Song Daru, you don't have to take it seriously, it is estimated that this rebel in my family can't read the words written, so he made this joke."

"Books! The more you read, the more you read! The knowledge will also be higher and higher! A product in the world, when reading also! Your kid has this heart, even if it's just a child learning words, the old man is willing to fulfill him. ”

Dong Quan accompanied the smiling face and nodded yes again and again.

Song Zhiyuan seems to be just saying that it is good to read, but in fact, he looks down on Dong Quan's background.

The banquet guests saw it in their eyes, but they felt that it was a different scene, and while they were jealous of Dong Quan's father and son, they hated why they didn't think of this trick?

It seems that he just asked Song Zhiyuan to explain a little knowledge to the younger generation, but after this incident, don't you leave a few marks in Song Zhiyuan's heart?

"What are you doing stupidly? Song Daru wants to teach you knowledge, and you quickly kneel down and thank you? After a moment of discomfort, Dong Quan turned passive into active, vowing to take advantage of this incident to climb a little more thighs.

"It's just to answer your kid's doubts, how can it be so serious? Don't make people see jokes. ”

Song Zhiyuan's refusal made Dong Quan nod immediately, not daring to talk more, but his eyes quickly looked at Dong San.

Since you can't ask for thighs, it's good to have a little more incense!

Dong San even saw his father give him a look, he also felt as if he was relieved, and he didn't dare to delay, so he took out the paper from his arms, unfolded it, and offered it with both hands.

Song Zhiyuan didn't care at first, but after looking at it twice, he couldn't help but hiss, and muttered, "This..."