Brother Wen felt extremely comfortable staying at Hong's house and reading fresh story novels every day.

He read a lot of books, and whenever the Hong family and his son came to discuss them with him when they read, he could easily pick up the book. It was almost as if the Hong family and his son took him as their confidant.

Compared with the novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the storybooks of the Song and Yuan Dynasties are shorter and easier to read.

The imagination of ancient novelists was not bad either. They could cover all sorts of subjects including gods, monsters, reincarnations, love affairs, and historical legends. However, the bad habit of writing sour poems has been around for a long time, and it always comes up.

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There are also some interesting stories about the lives of small people in the market. For example, there is an article called "The Story of Kuaisui Li Cuilian", which tells the story of a little girl named Li Cuilian who was well-read and was particularly good at talking. On the eve of her marriage, she made her parents, brothers and sisters-in-law hate each other.

On the day of the wedding, she was left speechless and scolded the matchmaker, husband, parents-in-law, uncles and aunts one by one, expressing her incomprehension and dissatisfaction with various "ancient" marriage customs.

Such a little girl could not integrate into traditional married life. She was divorced and returned home a few days after her marriage, and decided to become a nun.

Even if she was in such a situation that no one understood or recognized, she just said helplessly and freely: "Brother and sister-in-law, please don't send me away. You will be wise after I go. I once saw an ancient saying:

'No room left here.'"

In just a few thousand words, I wrote about a very interesting little character. She is not a princess, nor a prime minister's daughter, but a fast-talking girl raised by a foreigner.

Compared to the husband she married who was reluctant to leave but was forced to divorce his wife at the behest of her parents, the image of this little girl was obviously much more vivid, so vivid that she was incompatible with everyone around her.

As for some stories about talented men and beauties or about men and women having love, they seem a bit clichéd. After all, Brother Wen is still young and doesn't really appreciate these contents, so he just skips these stories when he gets them.

Hong Cheng and Wen Geer are about the same age and have similar views on the hero. Both of them despise Hong Cheng's aesthetics (because Hong Cheng likes sour stories about talented men and beautiful ladies the most).

Hong Cheng: “…………”

Why did he invite such a boy to his home? He was simply looking for trouble for himself!

August 18 is said to be the best day for tide watching. People are everywhere on the Qiantang River, and there are many tidal wavers performing in the waves.

Wen Geer and the Hong family's father and son made an appointment to watch the legendary tide of the Qiantang River. Qian Fu, who had been wandering alone for several days, also came over and climbed the embankment with them to watch the tide.

Qian Fu had been hanging out somewhere these days. When he came here, he was still full of alcohol, and he didn't look like the high-spirited number one scholar in previous years.

Hong Cheng was surprised when he learned Qian Fu's identity. He didn't expect that Brother Wen had submitted the papers early with him, but he met Qian Fu, a top student at a young age who had passed the exam!

Hong Cheng touched his son's head and said, "Look at me, he won the top prize!"

Hong Zhen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I am the number one scholar at your age. You must work hard to be the number one scholar in the past few years!"

Hong Cheng: “…”

Qian Fu was very happy to hear it and told Hong Zhen about the story of Brother Wen's passionate creation of "A Letter to My Father".

Their two children, one in Beijing and the other in Hangzhou, are both keen to encourage their father to make progress, which shows that the two of them must be very close to each other at the same age.

Hong Cheng and his son opened their eyes wide when they heard this.

I didn't expect Brother Wen to have such great achievements.

Brother Wen touched his nose and said nonchalantly: "How long ago did it happen?"

A good man must not mention how brave he was back then!

He, Wang Xiaowen, is now very considerate of his biological father and will never hurt his biological father casually again!

The group of people walked to the river embankment chatting and laughing. Along the way, they met many candidates who were familiar with each other or exchanged names with each other.

Hong Cheng was listening to everyone's chat, and soon realized something was wrong: Why were all these people exchanging ideas with Brother Wen to solve the problem? How come some people felt as if they had failed the exam after listening to Brother Wen's words?

Not right, not right!

Based on Hong Cheng's limited schooling experience (he was often kicked out of the private school by his teachers because he was addicted to novels), this kind of treatment is definitely not something that a poor student can get. Those who receive this kind of treatment are usually the guys who learn the best in the private school.

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Only in this way will many classmates with eyes above their heads be willing to circle around each other.

Only in this way will these guys cry because their ideas for solving the problem are different from those of the other party!

After Brother Wen went over his answer ideas with a familiar candidate, he turned around and met Hong Cheng's accusing eyes.

Brother Wen blinked.

What's going on?

Why is this new friend looking at me with such deceived eyes!

Hong Cheng and Brother Wen's eyes met. Seeing Brother Wen looking at him with an innocent face, Hong Cheng couldn't help but ask angrily: "You turned in the paper early with me, isn't it because you can't know any questions?"

Brother Wen: "..."

Brother Wen told the truth: "...No."

Hong Cheng suddenly remembered that Brother Wen told him at that time that he thought the question was quite easy!

No deception!

Very honest!

It’s just that he thinks others are bragging!

Shocked! I am the only one who is a bad student!

At this time, Hong Yan actually cared about his old father very much. He held his father's hand to show that he didn't think his father was stupid. There were not many smart people in the world!

Hong Cheng: “…………”

Thank you so much!

Even though his mind was spinning a thousand times, Hong Cheng, a native of Qiantang, still fulfilled his responsibility as a host and led them to the best tide-watching position to wait for the high tide.

Pan Lang, a Song Dynasty poet, wrote ten poems "Jiuquanzi" to commemorate the spectacular scenery he had enjoyed in Hangzhou. One of them was about watching the tide in Qiantang. According to his description, when the tide rises, it is like "coming to doubt the vast sea and making a complete success"

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Even if people stand far away on the river bank, they can still be shocked by the snowy waves and silver waves coming towards them. The cool water vapor that comes towards them washes away the last trace of heat in late autumn.

Comfortable!

Brother Wen felt very happy after watching the Qiantang River Tide. He turned to discuss with Hong Cheng and invited everyone to buy some ingredients together and use Hong Cheng's house to have a belated post-examination dinner.

Naturally, everyone readily agreed, and the group went out to buy in great numbers.

When the vendors saw that they were all dressed as scholars, they curiously asked them if they were candidates taking the exam next year.

Everyone pushed Wen Geer out and said that among all the candidates, Wen Geer was the youngest. Maybe Wen Geer would be the youngest Juren master in Zhejiang this year! It shouldn't be too cheap for such a little prodigy to buy groceries.

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The vendors were so surprised that they gave them the cheapest price and gave them free onions and garlic, just hoping that their children could get a glimpse of the cleverness of the little prodigy.

How could so many scholars lie and deceive others for the sake of their three melons and two dates?

This is definitely the little prodigy who took the exam at the age of eight!

The group of people carried the purchased ingredients and headed to Hong's house for a dinner.

Qian Fu turned into the tavern and drank a bottle of wine and came out. He happened to see Brother Wen and the others heading to the Hong family, and he vaguely remembered the lively scene in the capital.

He didn't have many good memories of officialdom, and he was incompatible with many things in the capital. When he thought about it, what was worth recalling was the relaxing and comfortable outings.

At that time, it was rare that we did not discuss any current affairs or poetry. We just walked aimlessly in the market, or sat in groups of two or three under the bamboos at the head of the field, roasting meat, and casually followed people who came and went.

Farmers, village women, traffickers and footmen chatted.

I don’t know how long this child can maintain this kind of character.

Qian Fu picked up the wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth. He saw Brother Wen realize that he was lost, and turned around and ran back to look for someone.

Brother Wen reached out to take away the jug he had just filled, and muttered: "Drink less, and eat more food later."

Qian Fu looked at Brother Wen and sighed, followed Brother Wen to Hong's house, and shouldered the important responsibility of washing vegetables with Brother Wen.

The candidates who came here were all young candidates. They didn’t care about the hypocritical “gentleman’s journey from the kitchen”. They cut meat when they should do it, and made a fire when they should live. No one wanted to eat for free.

The two hosts, Hong Cheng and his son, also participated in the dish-washing business, and told each other to eat more later. Maybe they could eat a few more bites of the dishes washed by the No. 1 Scholar! Otherwise, the dishes washed by the little prodigy would be fine too!

Just now they learned from everyone's reports how precocious Brother Wen is!!

This is a terrible boy who took Xie Qian as his disciple just after he captured Zhou!!!

Who is Xie Qian?

Xie Qian was a Jinshi scholar in the same discipline as their biological father (grandfather) Hong Zhong, and he was the top scholar!!

Brother Wen was able to ask Xie Qian to accept him as his disciple early, is it just because his father Wang Hua was also the number one scholar from Yuyao?

This is impossible, Wang Shouren was taught by Wang Hua himself. If you really want to recruit disciples based on the friendship between classmates, shouldn't you teach Wang Shouren, the eldest son, first?

It’s just that Brother Wen is too humble and never mentions his past great achievements, which makes them think that they just found a friend with whom they can share new stories!

Even though Hong Cheng and his son had already discovered that Brother Wen was not of the same kind (a poor student), they still enthusiastically stayed with Brother Wen. They were either obsessed with story books every day, or went out to play and collected new language books that they had not read.

When he came out of the home of a famous bibliophile in Hangzhou, Hong Jin looked back at the library where he and his friends had been lounging for most of the day, and said to Brother Wen: "When I grow up, I will also build a library.

A huge library! If I can’t find the book I like, I’ll print it myself!”

Brother Wen is very supportive of his friend's lofty ideals, and Ma Liu agrees: "That's great! If I have any books that I can't find in the future, I'll write to you and ask for them."

Hong Jin vowed: "No problem, I'll take care of it!"
To be continued...