The more Zhang Wang thinks about it, the more it feels that something is wrong. If this is the case with other children, she wouldn't say anything, can he not know his own children
My son is a bit dependent on his mother. As long as he comes together every day, he always comes to his side to take a look. If he is awake, he will greet him and come and kiss him. If he is not awake, listen to the maid, Xiaobao. Always help tuck the blanket or be tucked away before turning back.
The same is true when I go to bed at night. I have to come and have a look first, stay awake for a while, and pay a salute when I fall asleep. This is why I know that my son is different from other children and still like it so much. Whose family really comes from? Is the monster so good to mother
But these two children are not bad to their own men. When they were studying, they were serious. The husband said it more than once. If such students are placed in front of any master, the master will feel that his ancestral grave is risking. Qingyan is now, and he can understand when he speaks, and answer when he asks. The only worry about teaching such a student is that there will be nothing to teach then.
Such a child is indifferent when he hears his father chanting poems. Who believes it? Thinking about what they said just now, a special idea appeared in Zhang Wangshi's heart.
"Husband, listening to your poems, I don't seem to like the setting sun very much. Why don't you go to see the old lady and the old man first, and the concubine will play with the children here for a while and then go back." Zhang Wang immediately issued an order to Zhang's father. Up.
Father Zhang didn’t expect so much. When he heard his wife’s words, he felt that it should be so. He drank a bowl of wine and got up and walked towards the yard where his parents are. One is that he really wants to see his parents. The other is that he is afraid that his wife will let him say some poems. This kind of thing cannot be done by ordinary people.
Waiting for Zhang's father to leave, Zhang Wang clan said to his son: "Xiaobao, tell my mother, what is the meaning of "Flower Falling", isn't it ruthless?"
"Ah? Mother, what are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaobao stared at his mother in a daze, with a chubby body, a round face, big eyes, and the moving eyelashes. Individuals want to hug and kiss each other.
"Tell my mother, I want a poem now." Zhang Wangshi forced his son to kiss his son, and asked with a calm face.
"Poetry, what else can it be? The vast sorrowful day will sway, and the whip is the end of the world. Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud and protects flowers. That's it." Zhang Xiaobao said helplessly and replaced it with someone else. Ask him, he will definitely pretend to be stupid, but his mother asked, he can't bear to do that. Anyway, he usually does a lot of things, not bad.
"Sure enough, Luo Hong is not a merciless thing, it turns into a spring mud to protect flowers. This is the real poem, what about the next one?" Zhang Wangshi heard his son's words and sighed, his son is the most powerful in the family. Tell it to others, who will believe it, and this daughter-in-law, like the son, is deeply hidden.
"Sell it, it's your turn." Zhang Xiaobao touched Wang Juan.
"Mother-in-law, the next one is actually written elsewhere, Hangzhou West Lake. There are more lotus flowers there than here. After all, the scenery of West Lake in mid-June is not the same as the four o'clock. The lotus leaves in the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun. It was the scenery that Xiaobao and I listened to and fooled around."
Seeing that Zhang Xiaobao had compromised, Wang Juan had to say it along with him. In order to avoid misunderstanding, he explained.
In the third episode, Wang doesn’t want to ask anymore. She already knows the abilities of the two children, especially for the daughter-in-law of Wang Juan. The rich family didn’t need to buy fertile land at the beginning. This has already explained everything. The two Zhuangzi have had two children ever since. In the future, it has become different. There were various calculations in the trades that made her feel frightened.
The difference from what others think is that these two children are both their own, especially Xiaobao, who think about their own delicious food, and bring useful things first, whether they are monsters. No matter the gods, as long as they are their own children, it will be done.
"Little treasure, cuckoo, never say these things to others in the future." Zhang Wang was afraid of losing his child, so he was there to persuade him.
"Well, don't say it." Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan responded at the same time. They are not fools, and they still know who they are like.
"That's fine, go back, go to bed early, it's hot, remember to let Pomegranate help catch the mosquitoes." Zhang Wang kissed the two children's faces, relieved.
She is not as worried as others. If her child is good, it is good. People can be prime minister at the age of twelve. What if her son is eight years old? The surname Gan can rise so much younger than others, why can't his children be younger
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"Is it too scary?" Zhang Xiaobao asked Wang Juan when he came back.
"Who are you scared? You've been scared a long time ago, and don't care about this time, don't think about it, the only good thing about people here is superstition, we are nothing more powerful, and it can also boost the confidence of those in the inner courtyard. You have to know that what they care about is not whether you are a monster or a fairy, they just think about whether you can bring them more benefits, including both material and spiritual aspects."
Wang Juan thought clearly. She hadn’t never met an eight-year-old child to calculate the ternary quadratic equation for her before, or the kind of verbal calculation. The Junior University of Science and Technology is not a decoration. There are a lot of hundred and six. You can't just catch one of them, right? Can only be cultivated.
"Oh, I'm just asking, I'm afraid that others will worry about it. Let's go to bed first and get up to study. If you don't have knowledge, you can't do it." Zhang Xiaobao mainly wanted to find someone to explain that Wang Juan just met his requirements.
"Alright, go to sleep." Wang Juan agreed, and the two of them lay down on the tumbler again.
Two hours later, the two were awakened by Pomegranate again and went to the desk together.
Zhang Xiaobao finished the grinding and found that Wang Juan was still there. He touched her and asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you get enough sleep just now? Then just keep sleeping, it's not bad for this day."
"Who said I didn’t sleep enough? I’m thinking, how can I help you improve? If you want something that is very fast, you will know that you will definitely choose a scholarship exam. That’s not a simple matter. At least you have to be able to compose poems. Just copying will not work. People may not choose the right place where you can copy the proposition.
For example, let you write a bug, how do you write it? You can write anything regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, but does this person think it is a bug? That's bees. It seems that there is not such a complete classification yet. What do you say then? "
Wang Juan pulled Zhang Xiaobao's hand aside, frowning and talking there.
Zhang Xiaobao also understands that it is not easy for him to learn these things as soon as possible, especially in poetry, which requires accumulation. He never worked hard in this aspect when he was young, and he has been deceiving people after he grew up. I have made a lot of money, but I haven't learned a lot of basic things. It cannot be said that it is regret or fate.
He now wants to test the highest-honored talent, so he can only work slowly and accumulate something. Seeing Wang Juan thinking there, he asked: "Then do you have any way? You learned it after all, no Like me, I learned some practical things in prison. Who knows that the most practical thing here is the least practical at that time."
"Don't worry, I'm thinking about it, yes, do you know Li Weng Duiyun?" Wang Juan thought for a while, and finally thought of something.
"I don't know, is it a lone boat, fishing alone in the winter snow? Wouldn't you let me paint? This is not good, I have no foundation, I am not interested in this aspect, and I may not be able to learn it for a lifetime." Zhang Xiaobao denied it.
"What painting? What you said is Jiang Xue. I asked Li Weng for rhyme, which is right pairs, couplets, spring couplets with horizontal criticism, sky to earth, rain to wind. The mainland is to the sky. Have you heard of it? "Wang Juan said to Zhang Xiaobao again.
"Well, I know, I heard a few words when I was eavesdropping on other people's lectures before. I remember that, behind it was thunder and fog. The sun is facing the sky. Isn't it?" Zhang Xiaobao responded.
"Yes, it seems that you were serious about eavesdropping when you were a child." Wang Juan praised. She had heard Zhang Xiaobao talk about her childhood experience.
Zhang Xiaobao understood this time, but felt that there was something wrong, so he thought about it and said, "Now it is the Tang Dynasty, is it useful for you to make me write pairs? People write poems."
"You're stupid, isn't there any confrontation in the poem? For example, near-style poetry, it is more strictly required to have confrontation, especially the rhyme poem, the pair itself is like this, understand?" Wang Juan has a better understanding of this aspect. Zhang Xiaobao, she is a master student after all, no matter what she is studying, some things are written in textbooks.
What's more, her family is inherently unusual. She has to learn all kinds of things since she was a child. Maybe she doesn't have the special talents of Zhang Xiaobao, but when it comes to basic education, ten Zhang Xiaobao can't compare to her.
Zhang Xiaobao also knows that Wang Juan’s family is rich and powerful, and he learns everything that is messy. Seeing Wang Juan’s serious look, he understands that this person who accompanies him will not harm him, so he has to admit: "I don’t know. I'll listen to what you say, at least in this regard, you tell me how to practice?"
"Well, it’s good to know your shortcomings. Let’s recite Li and Weng’s Duiyun first. I can start from head to tail at the age of four. I won the first place in the city competition, not by my family’s power, but by myself. Wang Juan appreciates Zhang Xiaobao’s attitude, and admits that if he doesn’t, such talents are the most terrifying. They will study hard to find their self-esteem.
Zhang Xiaobao asked sincerely: "Then do you remember now? Teach me, I learned how to find a way to let my father know."
"Well, start learning from the beginning, the sky is right, the rain is the wind... Around Niu and Nv Erxinghe, participate in the business of Liangyao and fight for the west and east..."