In Yiliang County, Kunming, Yunnan, the prince of Pingxi, the prince of Heshuo, Wu Yingxiong, was ordered by Emperor Shunzhi to visit his father who was fighting in the southwest for the Qing Dynasty. When he passed by Hanzhong, he could not resist the request of his younger brother Wu Yingqi, so Yingxiong took him to Yunnan together.

The last time Wu Sangui saw his eldest son Wu Yingxiong was ten years old in Shunzhi, and he saw his eldest son again after five years, he was naturally extremely happy. After the father and son had never seen each other for many years, Wu Sangui, who had already become a grandfather, naturally asked about his two grandsons.

"The princess treats her son very well. Shifan is also very white and fat, and she can call her father." Wu Yingxiong looked happy when she mentioned her two sons. "But the second son's name has never been given. Her son wrote a letter from the family to ask her father to name the second son, but her father led the troops to fight, so this matter has been put on hold. This time, the princess also reminded her that she would ask her father to give her name for the second son in any case."

"It's your father's business to naming your son, so how do you ask me, grandpa to pick it up?"

Wu Sangui smiled happily, and said this, but he wrote three big characters with a pen in his hand. Wu Yingqi leaned out to look at it, but there were three big characters "Wu Shilin".

"Shilin?"

Wu Yingxiong recited it carefully several times and was very satisfied with the name his father gave to his second son.

"I thought of this name earlier, but I was afraid that you and the princess would think that I was troublesome, so I kept hiding it in my heart. I finally took it out today."

Wu Sangui looked at his eldest son Yingxiong with a loving look on his face. He felt very uncomfortable when he thought that his eldest son had been staying in the capital as a proton since the first year of Shunzhi. However, he thought that Yingxiong is now a father and has become the grandfather of two grandsons. Naturally, he felt a different feeling in his heart.

"When I look back, I will go back to Beijing with my elder brother to see my nephew, and see if Shifan still recognizes me as my uncle. Is the princess really talking to my elder brother and loves Shifan very much."

16-year-old Wu Yingqi is quite tall and big. Compared with his elder brother Ying Xiong, Ying Qi looks quite like Sangui and looks like a general.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Wu Sangui felt aroused in his heart, put down his brush, looked at Ying Xiong, who did not think much about his younger brother, and said to him meaningfully: "Although Shilin was born by a princess, the eldest son should not be easily done. You must know this in your heart. In the future, you will be the father who will be the throne of the West."

Wu Yingxiong was stunned, understood what his father said, and hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Father, Jianning didn't have that idea. Shifan is the legitimate son, and this will not change anyway."

“That’s good.”

Wu Sangui nodded, thinking that he was less than 50 years old, but he thought about the inheritance of the throne. He couldn't help but think too much, so he smiled and stopped mentioning it. He glanced at the second son Ying Qi's appearance, and thought that he had been busy with wars in the past two years and had been neglecting to teach his children. He didn't know how Ying Qi's current studies were, so he asked him: "You are afraid you are very happy if you are not here. Tell me, what book knowledge have you learned with your husband?"

Wu Yingqi didn't expect his father to suddenly ask him about his studies, and blushed and said, "What can I teach me, but the Four Books and Five Classics."

Wu Sangui raised his eyebrows slightly: "Apart from the Four Books and Five Classics, have you not taught you any other books?"

Wu Yingxiong looked at his younger brother without saying a word.

Wu Yingqi had a headache. His father knew that he was not good at studying but was good at archery and horses, but he had to ask about his studies. Didn’t this embarrass him in front of his elder brother? He said, “Father, Mr., said that half of the Analects of Confucius in the ancients ruled the world, so the child thought that as long as he could read these Four Books and Five Classics well, he would not have to worry about not having the talent to govern the country and ensure the stability of the country. Others, it doesn’t matter whether they learn or not.”

Wu Yingxiong didn't expect that his younger brother would know half of the Analects of Confucius to rule the world, and he really looked at his younger brother with admiration.

Wu Sangui was also stunned, and then laughed and scolded: "It's really a pedantic view!"

"The father chose the sir for the child. Why did the father say that what the sir said was a pedantic view?" Wu Yingqi pouted and felt unfair about his father's words.

Wu Sangui chuckled and asked, "Do you think your husband read more books than my father, right?"

Wu Yingqi didn't think about it, and said for granted: "Mr. He is well-read and has excellent poetry, books, rituals and music, so he is naturally more than what his father learned." After saying that, he thought of something and added: "This is what my father said back then."

Of course, Wu Sangui remembered that he said this to him when he was choosing a teacher for his second son, but he shook his head and said, "I said this, but I ask you, if you ask your husband to lead the army, do you think your husband is good or your father is good?"

"this"

Wu Yingqi scratched his ear and didn't know how to answer.

Wu Yingxiong smiled and pointed at him: "Second brother, what's the hard way to answer this? Of course, our father is amazing."

"Oh, yes, yes, it's because my father is powerful, my father is powerful!" Wu Yingqi nodded.

Wu Sangui laughed again and then asked Wu Yingqi: "Do you know why his father is so powerful?"

Wu Yingqi shook his head and said to the truth: "What's the reason for my son."

When Wu Sangui saw that the second son said he didn't understand, he didn't understand at all, and he was not hypocritical at all, nor was he forced to be a good man. Wu Sangui was very pleased, but he didn't show any expression on his face.

"The two people walked together and had a conflict. Both sides were knowledgeable. No one could tell each other, but neither of them was willing to give in. At this time, how should we decide the outcome?"

Wu Sangui asked a question, which was not only for the second son, but also for the eldest son.

"Don't you know?" Wu Yingqi was very honest. He really didn't know. He thought about it, looked at his father inquiry, and whispered: "Why would you ask a erudite for a verdict?"

Wu Yingxiong was also thinking about this problem, but for a moment there was no way. As my younger brother said, I asked another person to make a judgment, but how could I resolve the judgment if these two people didn't believe this person's judgment? Do I have to ask someone to make a judgment again?

Wu Sangui's smile slowly faded away, staring at his two sons, and said seriously: "At this time, all that can solve the problem is just a punch."

"A punch?"

Wu Yingxiong and Wu Yingqi were both stunned. My father's answer was a bit incredible.

"It's a punch. Whoever has a strong fist is the winner, and whoever has the right words are right. Or, whoever has the strength is the right side. The loser is no matter how knowledgeable and reasonable it is, but if he can't stand this punch, he is the loser, and he is wrong. Do you understand this truth?"

"Boy understand!"

Wu Yingxiong and Wu Yingqi said in unison, no matter how amazing the answer is, it is so real when you think about it carefully. Isn’t the things in this world often solved with one punch?

Wu Sangui was very satisfied with the reaction of his two sons. This truth was his lifelong experience. Perhaps because he felt that the topic was a bit heavy and the atmosphere between the father and son was a little depressed, he calmed down his cheeks a little and asked Wu Yingqi: "Apart from the Four Books and Five Classics, have you ever read other books secretly?"

Wu Yingqi suddenly became nervous. He didn't know what his father said, and looked at his father with a little fear.

Seeing the expression of the second son, Wu Sangui laughed and said in a harmonious voice: "What are you afraid of? When my father was a child, he also hid from the teacher and your grandfather to read other miscellaneous books." He said that, and pointed to his eldest son Wu Yingxiong, "Your elder brother often did this when he was a child."

Wu Yingxiong was a little embarrassed by his father's words. Wu Yingqi blushed and said, "I have read a few other books."

"What book?"

"Records of the Grand Historian and "The Art of War of Sun Tzu."

"Oh? Do you read these two books?" Wu Sangui was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the second son, who had never liked to read, would actually have these two books.

"These two books are good. Since you like to read them, you will ask your husband to explain more to you when you look back." Wu Sangui laughed loudly, picked up a yellow-skinned pear on the fruit plate on the table and placed it in front of the two brothers, and said to them: "Have you heard of Kong Rong's story about letting pears?"

The two sons replied in unison: "I heard of it." Wu Yingxiong added: "When my son was a child, the teacher taught me several times." Wu Yingqi also nodded and signaled that he had heard me talk about it many times when he was a child.

"Yeah." Wu Sangui asked them with a smile, "Since you have heard of it, then I will ask you, if you are Kong Rong, how should you get pears?"

Wu Yingqi blurted out: "Of course, take the smallest one!"

Wu Yingxiong was thinking seriously. He knew that his father would not suddenly ask about the pear picking matter, which must have other meanings, so he did not answer.

Seeing that his eldest son was pondering, Wu Sangui asked him, "Yingxiong, why don't you answer?"

Wu Yingxiong looked up at his father and said, "Father, the story of Kong Rong giving away pears is known to everyone. I think the father's intention to ask his son is definitely not to let his son learn from Kong Rong! If so, what's the use of his father's question? But his son doesn't know how to do it, so he didn't answer."

Wu Sangui nodded with satisfaction and praised: "You can think carefully, which shows that you are meticulous and can do great things in the future!"

Wu Yingxiong's face was very dull, as if he had not heard his father's words. Wu Sangui was even more surprised when he saw it, and couldn't help but exclaim: "I am proud and unhappy, and I am frustrated and unhappy. My son Yingxiong has amazing talent!"

"Father"

Seeing that his father repeatedly praised his brother, Wu Yingqi stacked himself aside, and his mouth bulged again and again.

"You"

Seeing the second son Wu Yingqi pouting face, Wu Sangui couldn't help laughing, and then said, "My son Yingqi is loyal and honest, and his future is unlimited."

"Thank you, my father for your praise!"

Seeing that his father praised him, Wu Yingqi slowly relaxed his face and smiled. At this time, Wu Yingxiong suddenly asked his father: "According to his father's wishes, how should his son pick pears?"

Wu Sangui did not answer the eldest son, but asked him back: "Have you been thinking about this question?"

Wu Yingxiong replied: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!