Chapter 20 Wang Anshi must be inferior to my son Fang Zhongyong
Fang's father's laughter echoed around, his face full of complacency, this is his family's child prodigy, if Kong Sheng is alive, Zhong Yong will definitely have a contest with him, it is unknown who will win and who will lose.
He has always been very expansive.
When Zhong Yong talked about the theory of castles in the air, it became even more inflated, and there was a feeling that my son Zhong Yong was invincible.
His laughter was so wild that the black dog sitting on the ground barked in fright, looking at him with a crazy face, thinking that Fang's father was a little crazy.
It's really amazing. You can explain the theory with reason and evidence, and the logic is so clear. You are indeed a child prodigy, but I have a question? Li Ming looked at Fang Zhongyong.
Fang's father withdrew his laughter and said, Don't be polite, just ask any question, and my son can answer it.
Please speak. Fang Zhongyong raised his head and said with narrowed eyes.
You just mentioned a bunch of ancient books, including Guanzi, Guiguzi, Lushi Chunqiu... Li Ming has almost forgotten the next few books.
Fang Zhongyong reminded: There are also Book of Fengchan and Huainan Wanbishu.
Yes, you are using these books to prove the theory of magnets, but as far as I know, your Fang family's ancestors have been farming for a living, even if you are a child prodigy, it is impossible for you to come up with this knowledge out of thin air.
You don't know about it. Fang's father was still full of complacency, and said:
My son was self-taught when he was five years old, and he wrote poems with a pen, which shocked the village. When he was six years old, Wang Yuanwai, a wealthy family in Jinxi County, invited my son Zhongyong to write poems.
Zhongyong pointed at things and wrote poems on the spot, which shocked Wang Yuanwai.
Wang Yuanwai admired my son very much and felt that my son had a bright future, so he made an exception and opened his study, saying that it was for my son to study.
Zhongyong studied there for half a year, and I found it boring. My son is so smart, what books do he still study? Isn’t this a waste of time?
Fang Zhongyong said with a shy face: I just saw these books in it. I was just lucky. I saw books like magnets. In fact, I haven't read many books.
Wang Yuanwai's study room was full of books, but after reading a little, his father said that there was no need to study any more.
At that time, I still remember a sentence my father said: Books are for fools, and smart people often learn without a teacher. There is no need for a child prodigy like him to learn.
Li Ming thought for a while, and said, Besides the king you mentioned, does he have a nephew named Wang Anshi?
Father Fang nodded and said, Yes, yes, Wang Yuanwai is Wang Anshi's uncle.
Speaking of which, Wang Anshi is still the same age as my son Zhongyong, but unfortunately, this kid is far less intelligent than my son Zhongyong, and he looks a bit dumb.
Moreover, this Wang Anshi is a deadhead. He came to Jinxi County with his father to visit relatives, and he never left his book. Isn't this a nerd?
This person's achievements in the future will definitely not compare to my son Zhongyong.
Maybe a lifetime of mediocrity and nothing.
My son is still amazing, my son has the qualifications of a saint!
Fang's father emphasized again, as if he was afraid that Li Ming would not know.
Hearing the words, Li Ming was unable to complain, because the short-sighted Fang's father had no idea of Wang Anshi's future achievements. Wang Anshi was smart since he was a child, and loved reading.
He especially likes to read and is obsessed with books.
I still have a photographic memory and write a pen.
He once wrote a book and established the Jinggong New Learning.
He once used the Five Elements Theory to explain the creation of the universe, which enriched and developed the simple materialism thought.
In literature, it is listed among the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, and is known as Wang Jinggong Style in the world.
Wang Anshi was the most famous politician, writer, thinker and reformer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Li Ming couldn't help but find it funny that such a powerful person was predicted by Fang's father to be so mediocre all his life. It seems that Fang's father is really short-sighted and ignorant.
Fang's father saw a smile on the corner of Li Ming's mouth, and asked suspiciously, What are you laughing at?
Li Mingdao: I think Wang Anshi's success in the future will be great.
It may far surpass your son Fang Zhongyong to become an outstanding figure and a person who is praised.
Impossible, my son Fang Zhongyong has the qualities of a saint.
Can you stop saying this all day long? Li Ming wanted to laugh.
Fang's father was still full of pride: Wang Anshi is not smart enough, and he will definitely not do much in the future, but my son Fang Zhongyong is different. Someone has the qualifications of a saint.
Let's go in first and sit down.
Li Ming didn't want to talk to him, and felt that Fang's father was a cancer that must be removed.
Otherwise, the child prodigy will definitely be crippled by him.
Fang's father could naturally sense Li Ming's expression, and said, Don't believe me, just wait, in a few years, my son will shine brightly and shine in this world, right, Zhong Yong?
He didn't hear Zhong Yong's answer, Fang's father looked at him sideways, and saw that his gaze was fixed on Li Ming's waist.
Father Fang was furious, and said angrily: Zhong Yong, what are you looking at? I just asked you something.
Fang Zhongyong came back to his senses and looked up at his father: Daddy, what's wrong?
Father Fang said: Why are you always distracted? What are you thinking? Don't embarrass your father.
What's the matter with this son, he has been distracted twice since he came here, if this continues, even with his guidance, this son will not be able to help him up.
Are you looking at this? Li Ming pointed to the dragon pattern wooden plaque on his waist.
Yeah. Fang Zhongyong nodded, since he noticed the wooden plaque on Li Ming's waist, he has been staring at it, thinking in his heart.
What's so interesting about this? Li Ming couldn't figure it out.
What are the two characters on the wooden sign?
Fang Zhongyong noticed it a long time ago, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of what word it was.
He hadn't seen it.
Hearing his words, Li Ming was stunned.
Now, he was convinced that this child was definitely a child prodigy.
A child is ignorant, very curious about things he doesn't know, and can think about them.
Although this is a very small detail, for an eight or nine-year-old child, this is undoubtedly a genius at the evildoer level, as long as it is properly guided.
This man may indeed become a saint in the future.
The kid gave him too many surprises, and Li Ming was also a little excited. He took off the dragon pattern wooden plaque on his waist, handed it to him, and said:
I like it, but I can't give it to you. I can only lend it to you to play. If you can decipher the words on it, I will reward you. Li Ming bent over and touched his head, said.
The numbers shown above are Arabic numerals, now it shows 24.
Li Ming felt that it was impossible for Fang Zhongyong to recognize it. This is the text of later generations. If he could recognize it, he must be a time traveler.
I will do my best. Fang Zhongyong took the dragon pattern wooden plaque with both hands.
What's the reward? I want my son to help you decipher the words on it. The reward can't be low. Although Fang's father didn't know what it was, he was not interested, so he just wanted to give money.
Don't always think about money and money.
I don't want money, money, what do I think?