"Dad, instead of expecting me to realize my grandfather's pursuit, why not give Xiao Wen'er a good training? I see that the child is much smarter than I was back then. Maybe he will be in the top three of high school."
Perhaps in order to attract the old man's attention, or more likely because he had this in mind, the wealthy young man who returned home directly turned his attention to Feng Bingwen, who was watching the excitement.
This made Feng Bingwen, who was happily watching the show with his cat and melon in his arms, his face stiff and his eyes widened, as if he had never expected that his own father would do this to him.
It should be said that he is indeed a biological father. In order to solve his own troubles, he would not hesitate to bring troubles to his own son.
Feng Bingwen hoped that the old man would not be distracted so simply. But unfortunately, it backfired. With just such a simple finger, the old man, who was disappointed in his son, turned his attention to his grandson.
"Hmph! That bastard, a good man in his prime, can say such unambitious words."
Although the old man's attention was diverted, he still refused to give up and cursed his son for giving him such a surprise.
"Dad, it is precisely because I have such great years that I don't want to waste the short decades of my life on this imperial examination."
Probably because he had achieved financial independence and achieved the same fame as his father, Feng Zichuan's tone became more forceful when he spoke.
"How dare you talk such nonsense?"
When Feng Lingjun heard this, his thick eyebrows trembled, and he could hardly suppress his anger. If it weren't for his wife and grandson watching, he would have to let this bastard remember the good times of his childhood.
"Am I wrong? How many people spend their whole lives on this imperial examination, but in the end achieve nothing?"
"Do you only see those who failed the exam?"
"Son, I am self-aware. It is a blessing to be on the exam this time. If I take the provincial exam without overestimating my ability, I will definitely fail."
"What do you mean? Don't you plan to take the provincial examination?"
"Of course I have to participate. I'm already qualified, so why not go?"
"Then why don't you go and study your lessons?"
"I'll go right away, but if I fail, don't scold me."
"If you tried your best, would I still blame you?"
Feng Lingjun had a vague realization at this time. Although he still had a straight face, he was no longer as angry as before.
The conversation between father and son ended for a while. Feng Bingwen, who was covered in silk and satin and displayed the frame of his car, returned to his hometown after being rich and wealthy, and went to review his books honestly under the banishment of his father.
Feng Bingwen, who was on the side, thought that the fun was over. Just as he was about to run away with the cat in his arms, the old man grabbed his arm.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'll go outside and take a look."
Feng Bingwen blinked his big innocent eyes and looked at the old man with a stern expression, and suddenly felt something bad in his heart.
"You are at the age of studying, how can you be so playful? Come on, follow me into the house."
Amidst the meowing of dissatisfaction, Feng Bingwen was dragged into the study by his old man. He vented all his dissatisfaction due to the rebellious son on his grandson - ordering him to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics by heart within a certain period of time.
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From that day on, Feng Bingwen's originally pleasant leisure time suddenly shrunk. The old man stared at him almost all the time. When he had a little leisure time, he was called to read and practice calligraphy. There was almost no free time.
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This situation became even more serious after my father participated in the provincial examination and failed. Because after his father failed, he only asked someone to send a letter back, and directly stated in the letter that he would not waste time on the imperial examination.
It seems that because he was afraid of being scolded by the old man, the seemingly honest and honest father just stayed in Fucheng and never came back.
But when others did not come back, they sent people to send back a large number of books. The quantity was so large that they had to be transported by horse-drawn carriages, and these were all precious books related to the imperial examination.
This naturally made the old man's eyebrows relax a little, but it made Feng Bingwen's situation even more embarrassing. He was forced to immerse himself in books and knowledge, and he had no free time during the day.
But the old father who cheated his son didn't just send back books. He also sent a large number of craftsmen to build a three-in and three-out building next to the old house. For a farm family, it was a luxurious home.
Manor compound.
This move immediately made the villagers admire the Fengzichuan Feng scholar who did not go home. They said that the two old people finally enjoyed happiness.
"Oh, what a bad luck!"
Among the green bricks and tiles, you can see pine trees, green bamboos, pavilions and pavilions. In this magnificent yet exquisite and elegant compound, a child is practicing with a grimace on a water pavilion in the middle of the lake.
Character.
Beside him, there was already a large pile of papyrus stained with ink and written on. Obviously, this child had been practicing for a while, otherwise he would not have used so much paper.
The unlucky kid who was caught practicing calligraphy was naturally Feng Bingwen. However, although his face was bitter, there was not much reluctance in his heart. On the contrary, he was enjoying it.
Otherwise, with his current magical powers, it would be extremely easy to break free from an old man with declining vitality and blood.
He was also very interested in reciting the books his father sent back because according to his understanding, reciting the classics that contain subtle meanings can cultivate a strong and righteous spirit in the chest, which is immune to all evil.
Although he does not intend to be an upright Confucian gentleman, Feng Bingwen is very interested in such a unique practice method and naturally does not recommend studying it.
Although reading and practicing calligraphy will consume a lot of his time, Feng Bingwen does not think it is a waste of time. Instead, it will become his heritage.
And this only consumes his time during the day. At night, he still has extra time to study his own affairs.
For example, the art of dreaming and transforming into a dragon!
When he was eight years old, he accidentally fell into a dream, and in a hazy state, he transformed into a dragon and killed a ferocious beast with the power of thunder.
After doing such an incredible thing, Feng Bingwen naturally wanted to study it thoroughly and turn it into his normal killing method.
If he immersed himself in studying there, he didn't know how much time it would take, but he chose to worship his master and had one hundred thousand Daozang as a reference.
It didn't take long for him to study the principles clearly, and after accidentally catching a glimpse of a magical method contained in the Taoist canon, he had greater ambitions and planned to reach a higher level.
All of this stemmed from a magical power he found in the Dao Zang.