The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was amiss. If it was another family's child, she wouldn't have said anything, but how could she not know her own child?
Her son was a little dependent on his mother. Every day, as long as he came together, he would always come to her side to take a look. If she was awake, he would greet her and kiss her. If she was not awake, according to the servant girls, Xiaobao would always help to tuck in the blanket or quilt before turning around to leave.
It was the same at night when she was sleeping. He would first come to check on her, then stay for a while when she was awake. When she was asleep, he would greet her before leaving. This was why she liked her son so much even though she knew that he was different from other children. Who would treat their mother so well when there was a monster in their family?
But these two children were not bad to her husband either. They were very serious when they were learning. Her husband had said that this was not the first time. If such students were placed in front of any teacher, they would feel that their ancestors were emitting smoke from their graves. They understood as soon as they were asked, and answered as soon as they were asked. The only worry about teaching such students was that there would be nothing to teach them in the future.
Who would believe that such children were indifferent when they heard their father recite poems? Thinking about what they had just said, a special thought appeared in the Jang Wong Clan's mind.
"Husband, after listening to your poem, you don't seem to like the setting sun very much. Why don't you go and see Old Madam and Old Master first? This concubine will play with the children here for a while before returning." The Jang Wong Clan ordered Father Zhang to leave.
Father Zhang didn't think too much about it. When he heard his wife's words, he felt that it was the right thing to do. He drank another bowl of wine, got up, and walked towards the courtyard where his parents were. One reason was that he really wanted to see his parents, and the other was that he was afraid that his wife would ask him to recite more poems. This kind of thing was not something an ordinary person could do.
After Father Zhang left, the Jang Wong Clan said to her son, "Xiao Bao, tell your mother, what do you mean by 'a fallen flower is not heartless'?"
"Ah? Mother, what did you say? " Zhang Xiaobao stared blankly at his mother. Her expression was as cute as it could be. Her chubby body, round face, big eyes, and fluttering eyelashes made anyone want to hug her and kiss her.
"Tell Mother, tell me a poem, I want it now." Jang Wong Clan resisted the urge to kiss her son and asked with a sullen face.
"A poem? What else could it be? Vast and mighty sorrow of parting in the daytime, the whips point east to the horizon. The fallen flowers are not heartless. They turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. That's all, "Zhang Xiaobao said helplessly. If it was someone else who asked him, he would definitely play dumb. But since his mother asked, he couldn't bear to do that. Anyway, he had a lot of things to do, so it didn't make much of a difference.
"As expected, the fallen flowers are not heartless. They turn into spring mud to protect the flowers. This is a real poem. What about the next one? " Jang Wong Clan heard her son's words and sighed. Her son was the best in the family. If she told others, who would believe her? Also, her daughter-in-law was just like her son. She hid her talent well.
"You say it, it's your turn." Zhang Xiaobao nudged Wang Juan.
"Granny, the next one is actually about another place. Hangzhou's West Lake. There are more lotus flowers there. After all, the scenery of West Lake is different in June. The lotus leaves are green, and the lotus flowers are red under the sun. Xiao Bao and I heard other people talking about the scenery, so we made it up. "
Wang Juan saw that Zhang Xiaobao had compromised, so she had to say it too. But she was afraid that others would misunderstand, so she explained it again.
Jang Wong Clan didn't want to ask about the third one. She already knew the capabilities of her two children, especially her daughter-in-law, Wang Juan. The fact that the rich family didn't need to buy land had already explained everything. Ever since these two Zhuangzi had two children, they had changed. Their business dealings and all kinds of schemes made her feel scared.
The difference from what others thought was that these two children were her own, especially Xiao Bao. If there was something delicious, he would think of her first. If there was something useful, he would also bring it to her first. It didn't matter if they were monsters or gods, as long as they were her children, it was fine.
"Xiao Bao, Cuckoo, don't say these things to others in the future." Jang Wong Clan was afraid of losing her children, so she tried to persuade them.
"Okay, I won't say it." Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan replied at the same time. They weren't fools, so they knew what to show to others.
"That's good. Go back and sleep early. It's hot, so remember to ask Pomegranate to help you drive away mosquitoes." Jang Wong Clan kissed her two children's faces and felt relieved.
She wasn't as worried as others. It was good that her children were good. Other people could become prime ministers at the age of twelve, so what if her son became prime minister at the age of eight? That person with the surname Gan could be promoted at such a young age, so why couldn't her children be even younger?
*****
"Isn't it too scary?" Zhang Xiaobao asked Wang Juan when he came back.
"Who are you scaring? You've already done so, so don't think about it this time. The only good thing about the people here is that they're superstitious. It's fine if we're a little more powerful, but we can also increase the confidence of the people in the inner courtyard. You have to know that they don't care whether you're a monster or an immortal. They just want to know whether you can bring them more benefits, both material and spiritual. "
Wang Juan was very clear-minded. It wasn't like she hadn't met an eight-year-old child who had helped her solve quadratic equations in three variables, and it was the kind that did it verbally. Young people weren't just for show. They were really capable people, and there were quite a number of them with an IQ of 160. She couldn't just catch every one of them, right? She could only nurture them.
"Oh, I'm just asking. I don't want others to worry. Let's sleep first. We still have to study when we wake up. We can't be uneducated." Zhang Xiaobao mainly wanted to find someone to talk to, and Wang Juan happened to fit his requirements.
"Alright, let's sleep." Wang Juan agreed, and the two of them lay on the couch again.
Two hours later, the two of them were once again woken up by Pomegranate, and went to the study table together.
Zhang Xiaobao finished grinding the grindstone, and found that Wang Juan was still motionless. He nudged her and asked, "What are you doing? Didn't you sleep enough just now? Then continue sleeping, one more day won't make a difference. "
"Who said I didn't sleep enough? I was thinking about how I can help you improve. I want the kind of fast speed. Looking at you, I know that you'll definitely choose to take the County Scholar exam. That's not a simple matter. At least you have to know how to compose poems. You can't just rely on copying. People might not choose a place where you can copy.
For example, if you were asked to write about a bug, how would you write it? You can write about anything, whether it's a flat land or a mountain peak. But would people think that it's a bug? That's a bee. It doesn't seem to be a perfect classification yet. What do you think you should do when the time comes? "
Wang Juan pulled Zhang Xiaobao's hand to the side and frowned as she spoke.
Zhang Xiaobao also understood that if he wanted to learn these things quickly, it wouldn't be easy, especially when it came to poetry. This required a lot of accumulation. When he was young, he had never put in any effort in this area. When he grew up, he had been scamming people. Although he earned a lot of money, he didn't learn the basics. He couldn't say whether it was regret or fate.
He wanted to take the County Scholar exam, so he could only slowly work hard and accumulate some knowledge. Seeing that Wang Juan was thinking, he asked, "Then do you have any ideas? After all, you learned it yourself, unlike me. I learned all the practical things in prison. Who knows that the most practical things here are the least practical things back then. "
"Don't worry, I'm thinking. I got it. Do you know the rhyme of a fisherman?" Wang Juan thought for a while and finally thought of something.
"I don't know. Is it a fisherman in a lone boat, fishing alone in the cold river? Don't tell me you want me to draw something? This won't do. I don't have any foundation and am not interested in this area. I might not be able to learn it even if I studied it for a lifetime. "Zhang Xiaobao denied.
"What drawing? You are talking about the river. I'm asking about the rhyme of a fisherman. It's the rhyme of a fisherman. It's the rhyme of a pair of couplets. It's the Spring Festival couplets with horizontal scrolls. The sky is against the earth, and the rain is against the wind. The land is against the sky. Have you heard of it? "Wang Juan said to Zhang Xiaobao.
"Yes, I know. I heard a few lines when I was eavesdropping on other people's lectures. I remember this. At the end, it's thunder and mist. The sun is against the sky. Am I right? "Zhang Xiaobao immediately reacted.
"Yes, it seems like you were very serious when you were eavesdropping when you were young." Wang Juan praised. She had already heard Zhang Xiaobao talk about his childhood experience.
Zhang Xiaobao understood this time, but felt that something was wrong. He thought for a while and said, "It's the Tang Dynasty now. What's the use of asking me to write couplets? I'm writing poems. "
"You are so stupid. Are there no couplets in poems? For example, modern poems are strictly required to have a couplet, especially metrical poems. The couplet itself is like that. Do you understand? " Wang Juan knew more about this than Zhang Xiaobao. After all, she was a master's student. No matter what she studied, some things were written in textbooks.
Moreover, her family was not ordinary. She had to learn all kinds of things since she was young. Perhaps she did not have the special talent of Zhang Xiaobao, but when it came to basic education, ten Zhang Xiaobao's added together could not compare to her.
Zhang Xiaobao also knew that Wang Juan's family was rich and powerful. She learned a little bit of everything. Seeing Wang Juan's serious expression, he knew that the person who accompanied him here would not harm him. He could only admit, "I don't know. I will listen to whatever you say. At least in this aspect, can you tell me how to practice?"
"Yes, it's good to know your own shortcomings. First, recite the couplet of the Old Man. I could recite from beginning to end at the age of four. I even won first place in the city's competition. It was not because of my family's power, but because of my own ability." Wang Juan admired Zhang Xiaobao's attitude. He admitted what he did not know. Such people were the most terrifying. They would work hard to learn to regain their self-esteem.
Zhang Xiaobao asked sincerely, "Do you still remember? Teach it to me. After I learn it, I will find a way to let my father know. "
"Alright, learn from the beginning. Heaven versus Earth, Rain versus Wind … Niu Nu is on the left and right of the Milky Way.
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