After Liu Hong ate the goldfish, he fell into a deep sleep. He slept like this for a full day and night, but it frightened Mrs. Dong so much that she stayed with Liu Hong personally. If not for Liu Hong's strong pulse and long breath, , I was afraid that Mrs. Dong would also 'sleep', so after waiting anxiously for a full day and night, Liu Hong slowly woke up.
When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother kneeling beside him, her face was haggard and her eyes were bloodshot. The little fat boy called her mother in a milky voice. Mrs. Dong hugged the little fat boy and almost cried, " Is Dalang okay? Is he feeling unwell? Is there any pain?" The little fat man was a little out of breath at his mother's report. When Mr. Dong picked him up with difficulty and put him in his arms, he shook his head and said : "The child doesn't feel anything."
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Dong said and pecked the little fat man's forehead several more times.
The little fat man just enjoyed his mother's warmth and lay down lazily. The maid beside him couldn't stand it anymore and whispered: "Young Lord, my mistress has not slept a wink all day and night..."
"Talk!" Mrs. Dong snorted coldly, asked the little fat man to stand up, and slowly looked at him. The little fat man didn't seem to have changed much, and his belly was still round. He pinched his fleshy face with a smile, then stood up and said "Da Lang doesn't have to study today, so he just needs to stay at home and be stubborn!" After saying that, he ordered his servants to prepare meals and then went to rest.
It turned out that the little fat man didn't like studying very much. The old man who taught was old-fashioned and serious, and he acted ruthlessly. He didn't care about his identity at all and would beat him whenever he asked. It was a good thing to get rid of this old man. The little fat man couldn't help but laugh out loud and screamed. I got a few house slaves, broke some branches to make horses, took my wooden sword, and started playing in the yard.
"What? No further training today?"
"If you learn to be a scholar and establish yourself in the world, how can you be the son of a man if you don't learn to write?"
The familiar roar made the little fat man tremble, and he turned around and ran back into the house. The few boys looked at each other in surprise.
At the east courtyard gate, an old man was shouting angrily. Several young men in front of him smiled bitterly and did not dare to embarrass the old man. This old man was Master Liu Hongmeng. Four or five years ago, he came uninvited and took out a book. , but it was written by Liu Hong's grandfather, who asked him to teach his children, so Dong had no choice but to open the door to welcome him. Although this old man was plainly dressed and not very famous, he taught very strictly and worked conscientiously, so Dong respected him.
The old man wore a white Confucian robe, a mountain crown, a sword, and held several volumes of documents in his hand. The old man was nearly seventy years old, but his temper was hot. When he saw that these people refused to let him in, he almost drew his sword and killed him. A young boy said: "I hope you will atone for your sins, but there are big things happening in the house. This is also the order of the mistress. The grain and rice will be sent out, and the grain and rice will be sent out!"
In the eyes of everyone in the Hou Mansion, this old man was also strange. After entering the manor, Liu Hong was not allowed to become a disciple, nor was he allowed to practice the six rituals. He came twice every ten days and only needed one liter of rice and two dou of wine.
It would have been better if he didn't say it. After he said it, the old man's complexion instantly turned pale and his whole body trembled with anger. However, the boy didn't have any eyesight. He took grain, rice, wine, and some money, and bent down and knelt to hand it over. When he arrived in front of the old man, "Drink!", the old man suddenly drew his sword and chopped the copper plate into two ends. The boy screamed in fright and fell to the ground, looking at the old man in horror.
"How dare you do this! Humiliate me like this!"
"It's okay, it's okay, Ji Ping, if you make a mistake, your children and grandchildren will have no virtue! Go and rest, go and rest!" The old man shook his head and groaned, snorted coldly, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly he saw someone in the distance.
The old man's round little head poked out of the door frame with a sinister look and was staring at him. When he saw this vaguely familiar face, the old man suddenly froze.
Originally thinking that the old man was about to leave, Liu Hongzheng poked his head out to take a look. Who knew that the old man actually saw him? Liu Hong was shocked, turned around and ran away, "What a surprise!", the old man became even more angry and picked up the gun.
Baojian chased after him, but the young men in front of him couldn't stop him at all. The old man rushed in. The old man rushed into the courtyard. When the little fat man saw the old man chasing after him, he yelled "Oh my God, run faster!"
The boys were chasing behind them, but they didn't dare to come forward, not because the old man held a sword in his hand, but because the old man was the apprentice of the young king, not to mention that he was nearly seventy years old, so what dare they do? The old man looked old, but his steps were slow.
Quickly, he caught up with Liu Hong in a few steps and grabbed him from the back of the neck. The little fat man stumbled and was almost knocked down. The old man was panting and his forehead was covered with veins.
"What's so urgent about you? Why don't you study essays? Tell me!"
The gleaming sword in the old man's hand frightened the little fat man, who cried and cried: "I don't know what my mother ordered!"
When Ms. Dong heard the news, she gritted her teeth angrily. Looking at the boys in front of her, she cursed: "You can't even stop an old man?" The boy lowered his head, ashamed.
She then ordered: "Call some healthy servants! Follow me to the east courtyard!!" Suddenly, a group of more than ten people rushed towards the east courtyard!
When we arrived at the east courtyard, we heard the sound of reading slowly coming from the room.
"What is the first year? The first year of the king. What is spring? The beginning of the year. Who is the king? It is called King Wen. He is the first to speak of the king and then the first month. The first month of the king. What can be said about the first month of the king? Great unification
Ye. Why did the duke not say anything about his accession to the throne? The duke's will was fulfilled. How could it be beyond the duke's will? The duke would pacify the country but turn against Huan."
Hearing the sound of serious reading, Mrs. Dong involuntarily slowed down and came to the door of the study. She hesitated again and didn't push the door. She looked out of the window and saw the little fat man kneeling in an orderly manner.
Sitting inside, holding a scroll of bamboo slips, he read aloud, while the old man was beside him, holding a shining sword, walking around.
"Why did Huan rebel against Huan? Huan was young and noble, but Yin was humble when he was old. He was humble and humble, and the people of the country didn't know it. Yin was long and virtuous, so all the officials took Yin and established him. So why did Yin resign and establish, and Huan was not known.
The general will surely be established."
Mrs. Dong has raised this boy for nine years and has never seen him look so serious!
"Mom!" the little fat man suddenly noticed the person outside the window and shouted loudly. The old man frowned and flew a sword. With a flash of cold light, the wooden case in front of the little fat man was cut into two pieces!
Not only the little fat man, but also Mrs. Dong was startled. The little fat man opened his mouth wide, trembled, and hurriedly picked up the bamboo slips from the ground. He immediately entered into the serious study mode before, without daring to look back. The old man was furious.
When they came to the window, they did not bow to Mrs. Dong when they saw her, but shouted displeasedly: "It is a crime to give birth to a child without educating them. Seeing how ignorant your wife and children are, I will not blame you and leave quickly!"
After saying that, without waiting for Mrs. Dong to reply, she fiercely pulled down the wooden window.
Mrs. Dong was scolded and could not reply, so she stood at the window and listened.
"And if Huan Li is the case, there is a fear that the great officials will not be able to serve as young kings, so all those who are in hiding are called Huan Li. Huan Li is long and virtuous, so why is it not suitable to establish him? It is appropriate to establish a son based on the virtuous and not on the virtuous.
.Why is Huan so noble? Mother is so noble. If mother is noble, why is son so noble? Son is more noble than mother, and mother is more noble than son."
Mrs. Dong also felt a little touched by the last sentence Da Lang read. It seemed that the composition still had some time left. In desperation, she had to take her slave back. Although she was worried about Liu Hong, Liu Hong's sonorous and powerful reading sound
, it still infected her, and she couldn't help but think of how similar that look was, how much like an emperor sitting in the imperial study room reading memorials. A smile appeared on the corner of Dong's mouth again, and she told her slaves not to interfere with Dalang's writing in the future.
Don’t be rude to the elderly either!
At this moment, if the little fat man knew what his mother was thinking, he would definitely scream, which emperor was forced to read the memorial with a sword???