"Playing Song"/Chunxi Di Xiao

Chapter 3

"I love taking a bath and my skin is good~ Oh oh oh ~ Be careful that fleas jump~ Oh oh oh ~ My dad wants to escape~ Wash up and down~ Rub left and right~ Come and shake hands when you have time~ Wash up and down~ Wash left and right~ My dad is clean~~" The big bathhouse was divided into men and women, and Wang Neng's voice floated on the side of the men's bathhouse.

Many people couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the father and son when they heard this song. Seeing Wang walking hard with his little arms and legs, he was sang the song over and over again, everyone couldn't help laughing.

Although this song is all plain language, it sounds really catchy, and it is good to go back to teach your children. The lyrics have to be changed, such as "My dad wants to escape" and "My dad is clean". If the brat sings it, they will have to be beaten to death.

Wang Anshi was not scolding his son, nor could he beat him up, so he could only let Wang rub his back with a stern face. This is probably the change brought about by marriage. In the past, he would definitely choose to read a few more books when he had time, but after his son learned to speak, he would unknowingly spend time with his son.

Although Wang Anshi looks like "My son is just average", he thinks in his heart that his son is the smartest and cute child in the world. Even if Wang hums a messy song now, he doesn't feel angry. Anyway, he has just come to the capital and there are not many people he recognizes, so he is not afraid!

You can't speak too absolutely. Wang Anshi just thought about this when he heard someone shouting, "Isn't this Jie Fu?"

Wang Anshi, whose courtesy name is Jiefu, looked at Wang Anshi with a tense face and glanced at his son who was jumping behind him, meaning "Don't sing."

Wang still gave his father a good face and stopped rubbing his back. He walked around in front of Wang Anshi and tiptoed with a wet wipe to wipe his face that was a little dark. Hey, he couldn't wipe the black and white towel!

It seems that his face is dark! Wang is very satisfied with his efforts. His father is now insisting on washing his face every day, and his face is clean!

Wang Anshi took Wang aside and looked at the person who greeted him. Seeing the person clearly, Wang Anshi smiled: "Brother Zigu is so good recently? I first came to the capital and didn't have time to go to Taixue to find you."

This man's surname is Zeng Gong and his courtesy name is Zigu. He met Wang Anshi in his early years and had a close relationship. Zeng Gong was generous and treated people sincerely. After meeting Ouyang Gong, he even recommended Wang Anshi to the other party.

Wang stood obediently beside Wang Anshi, blinking his eyes at Zeng Gong. Everyone is both famous and famous these days, and it is hard to remember. Just by "Brother Zigu", Wang really doesn't know who this person is.

Zeng Gong met the king and praised, "This is your family, right? You often mention him in your letter. I have wanted to meet him for a long time, and I have never had a chance. I didn't expect to meet him in the bathhouse." At the end, he said in a slight sentence, "Jiefu, you are a rare guest in the bathhouse."

Wang Hearing the words, Wang looked at Wang Anshi with a condemnation, meaning, "Dad, look at you, don't like taking a bath, everyone knows." After condemning, Wang came back to the spotlight. His father often mentioned him when he communicated with this friend! Wang's eyes were bright and he asked casually: "Oh, Uncle Zigu, why did my father say me?"

Wang Anshi tapped his head with a tense face: "Call Uncle Zeng."

Wang could only cover his head and change his words obediently: "Uncle Zeng."

"A child, call it whatever you want." Zeng Gong had a gloomy personality and smiled and revealed Wang Anshi's background. "Your father always said in his letter that you were clever. In the past, I had been intersecting with me in writing. Since you were a little older, his letters have been written about you. Before I saw you, I already knew from the letter that you had learned a few words!"

Wang's eyes at Wang Anshi were immediately different. No wonder this uncle was coming to squeeze his father. It turned out that his father was actually a hidden demon of showing off his baby! He is definitely one of the cancers in the circle of friends! He is not his own child, who would want to see how your son eats, drinks, defecation, and learns to run and dance?

Zeng Gong and Wang Anshi had not seen each other for a long time, and they were chatting while taking a shower. When they left, the snow became deeper. Wang Anshi waited for Wu to come out and met Zeng Gong, and walked back with Zeng Gong. Their "public rental housing" was next to the Imperial College, and the Imperial College was connected with the Imperial College, and the way back was the same.

"A new lecturer came from the Imperial College. He was about the same age as me, but he taught very well. We occasionally went to listen to it together." On the way back, Zeng Gong told Wang Anshi about studying in the Imperial College. "Jie Fu must have heard of him, that is Mr. Sima who 'shu smashed the tank to save his friend'."

Wang was curiously pricked up his ears and listened to them, and his heart was pounding when he heard this "smashing the tank to save friends". He really found a place without any effort to find it! Wang couldn't help but ask: "What is smashing the tank to save friends?"

Children are always curious about these strange things. Zeng Gong didn't find it strange. He told Wang that Mr. Sima smashed the jar to save his friend: "When Mr. Sima was playing in the yard with his friend when he was a child, a friend fell into a big jar and couldn't get out. Mr. Sima was afraid that something would happen to his friend, so he picked up the stone beside him and smashed the jar to break it and rescued his friend."

With a son here, Wang Anshi inevitably took the opportunity to educate and educate: "It is a plan to think of a way to smash the jar, and it is a courage to use a stone to smash the jar. This Mr. Sima has been brave and resourceful since he was a child, and he has achieved extraordinary achievements since he grew up."

"That's the best!" Although Zeng Gong envied Sima Guang and Wang Anshi for passing the Jinshi early, he was extremely open-minded and praised without any jealousy. "I think among my peers, Shi Jiefu and Mr. Sima are the most outstanding."

"Don't say this to Brother Zigu in front of others." Wang Anshi said, "There are countless capable people in the world, and even Brother Zigu wasted many years because he was not good at writing. If he had used strategy to gain talent, Brother Zigu would have been on the list for a long time."

The current article is the legendary test-oriented essay, which requires that it is well written and positively written. The policy theory is an argumentative essay, criticizing current problems, putting forward arguments, and even being responsible for giving solutions.

Zeng Gong shook his head straight: "How dare I boast about the strategy in front of Jie Fu?"

Seeing that he was about to enter the mutual bragging mode of literati, Wang hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Zeng, what is direct talk?"

"A direct talk is a teacher who teaches in the Imperial College," Zeng Gong explained patiently, "Mr. Sima has excellent knowledge and excellent character. As long as we are willing to ask him, he will be willing to give him all his money and never hide his own personalities."

The king knew nothing about the official position of the Song Dynasty, so he could only record the position of "The Imperial College" that Zeng Gong said, and was preparing to find an opportunity to sneak out and find someone. But in fact, it doesn't matter if he can't remember it. Just find "Sima Guang to smash the tank to save people"~ Thanks to nine years of compulsory education for selecting the story of smashing the tank to save people into the textbook, otherwise he would not be sure that Mr. Sima was the person he was thinking about looking for!

Wang Anshi and Zeng Gong parted, and returned home. Wu lit the lamp and chatted with Wang Anshi: "Is this Zeng Zigu you mentioned?"

"Brother Zigu is a talented person." Wang Anshi said, "It's a pity that the court's current method of recruiting scholars is not good for him. However, Brother Zigu has been appointed to Gong Ouyang, and it is not a big deal to become an official later. He will definitely achieve great success in the future."

"I don't understand these things." Wu smiled, "It's rare that you have a good friend. You have to have more interactions. Remember to find a day to invite him to come and sit down."

The couple talked for a while and took Wang Yong for dinner. After dinner, Wang Anshi wanted to read a book. Wang sat aside, with paper and pens and ink in front of him. His palms were still very small, and it was not easy to grasp the pen. Even if he tried hard to write the characters in a regular manner, his characters would be ugly and he was completely wasted paper.

Wang scratched his ears and faces at a piece of paper he had written.

The paper he used to practice calligraphy was all abandoned documents that Wang Anshi went to the Yangzhou Prefecture to collect with shamelessness. Various government orders and documents had to be processed after time, some needed to be archived and some were sold for money. Wang Anshi had signed the book and the judge of Huainan, so it was okay to get some waste paper for his son to practice calligraphy.

Wang Anshi has always been attentive when reading books, but it is different for his son to beside him. He often scans his son next to him.

Seeing his son's little brows frowned and looked distressed, "How can my handwriting be so ugly?", Wang Anshi was secretly happy.

When other children were as young as his son, they couldn't even recognize words. His son was worried that his words were ugly! His son was indeed extremely smart!

No matter how proud it is, Wang Anshi will not reveal it. Two years ago, he wrote an essay called "Sure Zhongyong", which was about a child named Fang Zhongyong in his hometown in Linchuan. Fang Zhongyong had never been exposed to poetry, calligraphy, but could write poems. People at that time were surprised by it and they all paid a lot of money to ask for poetry. Seeing that it was profitable, his father did not want to teach his children well and let him use his extraordinary talents. Instead, he took him to visit fellow villagers everywhere and made money by writing poetry. As a result, he naturally became a child, but when he grew up, he became a commoner.

If jade is not carved, it will not become a weapon!

Therefore, Wang Anshi usually doesn't like to praise the king. Not only does he not praise him, he also pointed out with a stern face that he did not do well and where he needed to correct it. He was so impatient that he extended his magic claws to his friends who communicated with him, such as, yes, Zeng Gong.

As for whether Zeng Gong likes to listen, Wang Anshi doesn’t care at all. Anyway, he feels comfortable after showing off!

Seeing Wang sitting there with a frown, Wang Anshi put down the book and pointed at his words, saying that the writing was wrong here, and that there were not neatly written there, anyway, there were many problems, so this had to be corrected, and that I had to be well written when I was as old as you.

king:"……"

Big boss, please be a person!

Can you leave some way to live for an ordinary and talented son?
Chapter completed!