When Wang Hua returned home, he saw his elder brother playing chess with his second brother Wang Shojian. The two brothers were clicking on the chessboard, and they seemed to have a lot of answers. They were very evenly matched.

I walked over and took a look and found that my brother and Wang Shoujian were playing five pieces of Go. Whoever formed a line first would win. Isn't it evenly matched?

My brother is willing to play with anyone, and he wants to secretly connect his five pieces in a line to kill the second brother, and then he finds that there is a shadow hanging over their lively chessboard.

The brother looked up and saw, oh, my father's face was a bit stinky. No matter how many things there were, he connected the last chess piece with a snap, and said to the second brother happily: "I won!"

This was not the first time Wang Shojian lost.

He is very good at adjusting his mentality. Every time at this time, he would first think about how his grandfather lost and was stunned, and then think about how Xie Dou lost and scratched his head.

When I think about it this way, my mind becomes calm and I feel comfortable.

"I lost!" Wang Shoujian also announced the end of the game with great heart.

Wang Hua: “…………”

The two brothers are quite good, the loser and the winner are both happy to see each other.

Wang Hua sent his second son away and took him to the study alone.

When my brother discovered that Wang Hua and his eldest brother were really biological fathers, they both liked to pick them up and thought they were cats!

My brother struggled to no avail, so he could only comfortably hold his father's arm and rest his head on his head, and was peacefully taken into the study by his father.

"That song "Playing Cotton", did you pass it on?" Wang Hua asked straightforwardly.

When my brother heard this, he thought that Wang Hua had gone too far with Xie Qian. He honestly admitted: "Yes!"

Wang Hua became even more angry when he saw that confident little appearance.

Xie Qian also hinted that the young master and his brother discussed matters in the DPRK, especially the nicknames of his colleagues.

Fortunately, it was "Liu Mianmian" this time. Who knows what will happen next time? After all, there were so many censors in the imperial court before...

During the Chenghua period, one of the "Three Pavilion Elders" was named Wan An. He didn't know how to do anything, but he was very good at Fang Zhongshu, and he loved it very much.

I always found that I was useless, and I was very distressed about this. A censor who was a censor learned of the teacher's troubles, and thoughtfully gave me a sample of "good medicine" for external use, saying that I would use this "medicine" for washing at night.

After washing, the golden gun will not fall down (washing and reviving)!

Wan An was very happy to use it and loved this doorman very much.

After this incident spread, everyone privately called the censor "the censor of Xidiao".

It's so filthy that it can't be heard!

I can’t even say it out loud after reading it!

If my brother heard this nickname, I don’t know what would happen!

Wang Hua reflected in his heart and felt that he had to keep his mouth shut and couldn't tell stories about this bastard at home.

It's just that I should reflect on myself and my son should also be taught a lesson.

Wang Hua asked with a straight face: "You did this, why didn't you tell me?"

Brother said plausibly: "The less you know, the better!" After saying this, he sighed with emotion and counted his fingers to Wang Hua. "Look, Brother Dou is not strict with his mouth. Tell him first; speak first."

It’s not strict, I told you! I didn’t know much at first, but now I know a lot. So the more you know, the less safe it is!”

Wang Hua: “…”

Wang Hua's hands were itchy and wanted to be beaten.

Wang Hua took a deep breath and warned: "You are not allowed to do this again. There is no airtight wall in the world. Do you think you can't find it as long as you are careful?"

My brother nodded repeatedly and looked extremely well-behaved.

Wang Hua knew that Xie Qian must have warned his brother that it was indeed Liu Jisun who started the trouble this time. He could not expect a one or three-year-old child to be able to assess the situation and swallow his anger.

Looking at his brother who had "I'm super sensible" written all over his face, Wang Hua paused, knocked on the table and said the punishment for this mess: "From today on, you practice ten big characters every day, and don't go out outside."

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"Still young, still young!" Brother raised his hand high in front of Wang Hua's eyes and shook it wildly, letting Wang Hua see how small and fragile his little claws were, trying to refuse this unreasonable homework arrangement.

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Wang Hua was so dazzled that he grabbed the dangling little claws angrily and refused: "I've already written ten large characters, and I didn't let you practice for an hour straight. I can't write bad words for you."

Hands. If you really can’t hold the pen, then you definitely can’t use the chopsticks, right? Then you can’t go to the table to eat.”

My brother struggled for a while between not having food and writing big words, and finally he could only accept the heavy reality with a sigh.

Homework is a mountain that crushes young children and a nightmare that destroys a beautiful childhood!

I'm banging my head, I can't figure out why it would be like this!

He is the son of the No. 1 scholar and the younger brother of Wang Yangming. His father and brother are both big guys. You can’t win this easily. Something must be wrong!

Seeing that his brother was getting tired, Wang Hua rubbed his head and talked about the continuation of "Playing Cotton".

Nowadays, this song is being sung all over the city. Children find it fun and love to go back and sing it to their parents. More and more people know this song.

The fact that Liu Ji beat Sun was secretly reported as a joke by someone in our family who was resentful of the master's family. It is very reliable.

This shows that "Playing Cotton" has already reached Liu Jiben's ears.

This matter can only be kept in our stomachs, and we can never mention it to the fifth one again.

My brother's eyes lit up after hearing the latest news from his father. He never expected that the man named Liu would foolishly come singing in front of his grandfather!

It’s worth it, it’s worth it, it’s worth writing ten words every day!

My brother was so happy that he jumped three feet high. He didn't listen to his father's instructions at all. He only felt that it was so satisfying to hold his enemy against him, and he perfectly implemented the teachings of Confucius.

It is worth memorizing two more passages from The Analects of Confucius.

Brother casually said "I know, I know" to deal with his father, and ran away quickly. He walked back with Jin with his little hands on his back, not forgetting to share the good news Gang Wang Hua said with Jin.

"You deserve it!" Jin was very sad to learn that the man named Liu was beaten, and he cursed with his brother with the same hatred.

"Yes, you deserve it!" Brother didn't care at all that he was about to start practicing calligraphy, he was in a very good mood.

They say good things come in pairs. As soon as my brother returned to his residence, his cousin from the Zhao family came looking for him again.

The cousin of the Zhao family didn't try to coax him. He was really looking for some fancy porcelain whistles.

The Zhao family's uncle and uncle were not familiar with each other in the capital, so I think they spent a lot of effort to find him.

The brother looked at several porcelain whistles with great admiration. He tied the bird whistle that was most similar to the one last time with a red string and carried it in his pocket to play with. The rest were all told to Jin to put away.

Then he happily shared the news about Liu Jisun's beating with his cousin Zhao.

It is natural for a grandpa to beat his grandson. There is no place to cry!

Cousin Zhao didn't know the twists and turns, and he didn't know that his brother was adding fuel to the fire. He just felt that it was normal for such a naughty bastard to get beaten.

Now that my brother is happy, I will also have fun with him.

My brother thought for a while and then thought about starting to practice calligraphy. He asked his cousin from the Zhao family if he had started practicing calligraphy and if he wanted to practice together.

The Zhao family's uncle is a good teacher, and the Zhao family's cousin has already learned his handwriting and started practicing calligraphy early.

He nodded, looked at my brother's little head again, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, are you going to start practicing calligraphy now?"

The brother sighed and said, "What can I do? All fathers dream of Jackie Chan, and they always love to force their children to read and practice calligraphy."

Cousin from the Zhao family: “…………”

The cousin of the Zhao family did not dare to tell the story of his uncle, so he could only listen to his brother scolding his father for his shameful behavior.

Wang Hua gave his brother a beginner's copybook, and he ran to his own desk to spread the copybook and a piece of white paper on the table.

My brother usually asks Jin to help him write and draw, and his son is there to guide me clearly and clearly. But now I ask him to practice calligraphy, and I feel a little confused in front of the huge white paper.

Compared with such a long "brush" pen, it is easier to use with your fingers and you can write with water.

But if you want to live in the Ming Dynasty, you will definitely not be able to write "brush" calligraphy.

Brother hesitated for a while while holding the brush, but soon became excited again.

Ten large characters, no problem!

My brother was rummaging through the introductory copybook and found the simple word "", and his eyes lit up.

Very good. When learning calligraphy, you should practice your own name first!

Cousin from the Zhao family watched from the side as his brother pressed down the copybook with a paperweight, fixed the copybook on the page with the word "", picked up the ink-filled brush and started writing on the paper.

When a child holds a pen for the first time, his hand is still not very stable and the character "" he writes is crooked.

Brother finished writing the words in a hurry, and when he took a closer look, he was so ugly by the words he had written that his little brows were so wrinkled that they were almost knotted.

He muttered "It doesn't count, this doesn't count as a loss" and started writing the second number next to it.

After trying five or six times in succession, I finally got control of the "brush" in my hand and knew what angle and strength to use for writing.

My brother felt that he had accomplished a great job. He looked at the copybook in front of the desk carefully again, changed a piece of paper and wrote a big "".

Very good, the strokes are smooth and the structure is accurate!

I feel comfortable now!
To be continued...