Great Song Super Scholar

Chapter 1 Fan Family Prodigy

In September of the seventh year of Qingli, the late autumn was already a bit chilly.

This is a village by the Taihu Lake in Pingjiang Prefecture, which belongs to Wu County. The village is small, with about a hundred households.

In the early morning, the dew on the red leaves quickly subsided, and the clusters of maple trees looked more delicate and beautiful, dyeing the whole mountain village red.

An old man in his sixties was walking slowly by the small river. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, as if he had been through vicissitudes.

The old man was dressed simply, wearing a loose blue dark coat, sometimes bowed his head in thought, and sometimes sighed slightly, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

He has been in the small village for four days, and at this time of day he walks the few miles along the creek to get some fresh country air.

At this time, a child's elegant voice came from not far away, as if telling a story vividly.

"Marshal Na Peng was full of grief and anger, and shouted at the executioner:
"I am the marshal of the top grade, commanding [-] Tianhe water troops, and Chang'e in the neon clothes is just a maid in the moon palace, with a low status. Although I am rude after drinking, I can just apologize to the Taiyin star king. between? '

The chief executioner sighed: "You still don't understand the matter until now?"Chang'e's incident is just an excuse. You changed the rules and regulations of the navy without authorization and caused dissatisfaction among the immortals. This is the real reason. '

Marshal Tianpeng became even more annoyed, "It's clear that the Jade Emperor asked me to do the variable method, so what does it have to do with me?"

The executioner shook his head, a sympathy flashing in his eyes.

'If the reform fails, the Jade Emperor cannot be held accountable!Of course the Jade Emperor will demote you, but the Jade Emperor will also give you some special treatment. '

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When the old man heard that the reform failed, the Jade Emperor should not be held accountable! 'I couldn't help being shocked, and my eyes showed surprise.

He looked around quickly, and it seemed that the voice came from the direction of a big tree on the left.

The old man pulled out his feet and walked towards the big tree, but he tripped over a stone and almost fell, causing a pain in his ankle.

But he didn't care to take a closer look, holding back the pain and came under the big tree.

I saw under an ancient maple tree, seven or eight urchins with horns combed sat on the stone, holding their cheeks, listening to it like a drunk.

The person who told the story was a young boy with a rather tall stature. He looked about ten years old, but he looked like seven or eight years old.

He was wearing a patched brown short jacket. Years of exposure to the wind and sun had not darkened his skin, and his eyebrows and eyes still had a look that is rarely seen in rural children.

If you look closely, you will find that there is still a hint of maturity in his eyes that does not match his age.

The boy who tells the story is called Fan Ning, and he is only eight years old this year.

Fanning was named by his grandfather because he cried too loudly at birth and his grandfather wanted him to be quiet.

But when he grew up, he was too quiet, not only rarely spoke, but also reacted a few steps slower than other children, appearing dumbfounded.

Except for his parents who still remembered his official name, everyone in the village used to call him dumb.

Since he was a child, he has been famous far and wide, and even the teachers in the elementary school call him Fan Daidai in class.

Until a month ago, after a serious illness, he suddenly changed. He was articulate, quick-witted, and had an amazing memory. He became another child completely.

The parents were ecstatic, thinking that the Buddha had appeared, and the mother even went to Lingyan Temple to fulfill her wish.

But only Fan Ning knew that an accident made him travel through time and space and came to Song Dynasty thousands of years ago.

He is only three years old, and everyone has already gotten used to his stupidity before. It may take some time for everyone to completely change their views on him.

Out of the corner of Fan Ning's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the old man in Tsing Yi walking towards him from the river, and he was secretly delighted.

"The executioner is actually not right. We should understand it this way. There are only four places for the Western Paradise to learn scriptures. The elders of the heavens want to occupy one, so they do everything possible to arrange for their own people to participate.

This is the real reason why Marshal Tianpeng was reincarnated without losing his consciousness, martial arts, and weapons.

As for who arranged for Marshal Canopy to go down, that's today's topic. Think about it at home, and answer me tomorrow. "

Speaking of this, Fan Ning laughed again: "The questions assigned to everyone yesterday, everyone talk about the answers.

Why did the immortals recommend him to guard the Peach Garden even though they knew that Hericium liked to eat peaches? "

All the children talked nonsense, Fan Ning shook his head, everyone was wrong.

"Because the Pantao Festival is about to open, but almost all the peaches in the Pantao Garden have been stolen by the immortals.

At this time, a little hair fairy without a background is needed to top the tank, and the monkey head is obviously the most suitable candidate. ． ． ． ． ． ． "

Just talking about getting up, a middle-aged man in the distance waved and shouted: "Dumb, your father is back, let you go home quickly!"

"Uncle Liu, I understand!"

Fan Ning smiled and said to the other children: "I have something to do today, so I will talk less. If you agree, listen to it for a penny."

The children were reluctant to part with the money, but wanted to listen to the story, so they took out a copper coin and handed it to Fanning.

Fan Ning accepted them one by one with a smile, and lightly weighed the money, "Ha! I got another eight cents."

"Please wait!"

Fanning turned to leave, but an old voice came from behind him.

Fan Ning breathed a sigh of relief immediately, and thought to himself: "After two days of guarding, I finally attracted you." '

He turned his head slowly, and it turned out to be the old man in Tsing Yi just now.

Seeing that the old man's eyes were full of interest, he hurried forward, bowed obediently and saluted, "The old man called me?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked at Fan Ning with a childish face, and asked gently, "Are you a child from this village?"

"Exactly! What advice does my husband have?"

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Although what you said just now was bizarre, it was very interesting. What's your name?"

"His name is Fan Dadai!" A naughty boy next to him laughed.

Fan Ning gave him a hard look, and said to the old man, "Young Fan Ning!"

"Your last name is Fan?"

There was a hint of surprise in the old man's eyes, and he asked quickly, "Which school are you from?"

Fanning shook his head, he really didn't know this.

The old man in Tsing Yi also felt that he was a bit reckless in asking, Fan is a common surname in Wu County, there are quite a few people with the surname Fan in this area, and they may not be of his own clan.

But at this time he was more concerned about the story Fanning just told, and he asked again: "Where did you hear the story you just told?"

Fan bowed and said, "The younger generation has read some miscellaneous books that Master Sanzang learned from Buddhist scriptures, so he made up his own stories."

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there were already many stories about Tang monks learning Buddhist scriptures, and Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West" is only a master of later ones.

The old man's eyes were even more surprised. It was the first time he met the child who could not only make up novels and stories by himself, but also had profound knowledge.

There is such a child prodigy in this remote village?
He suddenly became interested in Fanning's life experience, maybe this child is really his own kindred.

At this moment, the old man's ankle felt severe pain, and his body swayed. Fan Ning quickly supported him, "What's wrong, senior?"

"Accidentally sprained my ankle just now!" A trace of pain appeared on the old man's face.

"Then you have to apply cold water immediately. If the injury is serious, the congestion will spread."

Fan Ning pointed to the front and said, "My house is not far ahead, seniors come to my house to have a rest."

The old man nodded, "Then I will trouble you!"

Fan Ning walked slowly with the support of the old man, and couldn't help being elated. Two days of hard work were not in vain, and he was finally able to hug his thigh!

As he walked, he also hummed a song in a low voice, "The sun is coming out, and the sun is shining, and the bamboo bar is up, and it is loud, and it is loud, and it is up to the hills!" '

"What song are you humming?"

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to have never heard Fan Ning's tune before, but it had a different charm, and he was a little curious.

"It's a ditty I made up myself!"

Fanning smiled and said, "If senior likes it, I can teach it to senior."

"Thank you then."

The old man smiled slightly: "Take me home, you seem very happy!"

There was a hint of cunning in Fan Ning's eyes, but he smiled innocently, "My master always said that helping others will make you happy, so I am happy in my heart!"

"What a good boy with a kind heart!"

The old man touched his head kindly, "You should have read books!"

"Well! I studied in the village school for two years."

"What books have you read?"

"I read "Hundred Surnames" and "Thousand Characters". Master also taught "The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius", but I didn't learn well."

In fact, it shouldn't be that Fan Ning didn't learn well, but that the original Fan Daidai didn't learn well at all.

The old man nodded, "Since you can tell such a story, I think... I still suggest you go to a prestigious school."

"My father thinks the same way. In two months, my father will take me to the town to take the exam."

The old man's heart moved, "Is it the entrance exam for Yanying Academy?"

"seems like it!"

The old man smiled approvingly: "Your father is very far-sighted!"

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Fan Ning's home is by the small river. There are three thatched huts under a tall locust tree. The walls are rammed with mud, surrounded by a fence surrounded by branches, which can be regarded as a yard.

In the middle of the yard was a mill, with a hoe and a scull against the wall. There were more than a dozen strings of fresh fish hanging from the eaves, which should have been caught just now.

On the other side of the small courtyard, two beds of vegetables were planted, and the vegetable fields were also surrounded by branches.

An old hen was standing by the edge of the vegetable field, looking around, while a group of chicks were hiding behind her, trying to get into the vegetable field.

Fan Ning helped the old man into the yard, "Mom, I'm back!"

A young woman came out of the house with a face full of anger, "Ning'er, where did you go? How did mother tell you?"

This young woman was Fan Ning's Song Dynasty mother, Zhang Shi. She was the third child in her natal family and was called Zhang Sanniang by the neighbors.

Although Zhang Sanniang was wearing a hairpin and thorn skirt, she had fair skin and a very delicate appearance. Fan Ning's complexion, eyebrows and eyes looked very much like her.

Seeing her son supporting an old man in green clothes, Zhang Sanniang was slightly startled, "Ning'er, who is he?"

"Mother, this senior's ankle is sprained, I'll help him come home to rest."

The old man in Tsing Yi also felt that he was a little reckless, how could he go to other people's homes at will?

He couldn't help but smiled at Fanning apologetically, "I won't go in, thank you for your kindness."

Of course, Fan Ning couldn't let him go. His own future and wealth depended on this old man. How could he go?

"It's okay, senior just sit down for a while, and junior will heal your wounds."

At this moment, a burly man in his thirties came out of the room. He was wearing a short cloth jacket with the front of his skirt spread open, revealing the bronze-colored muscles on his chest.

Although his appearance is rough, his eyes are very gentle, especially when looking at his son.

He was Fan Ning's father in the Song Dynasty, named Fan Tiezhou, a fisherman running a boat in Taihu Lake, who had just returned after ten days away from home.

At this time, Fan Tiezhou suddenly saw the old man in Tsing Yi. He instinctively rubbed his eyes, but was stunned, and stammered, "Third Uncle, you...why is your old man here?"

"You are..." The old man didn't know Fan Tiezhou either.

"My father is Fan Dachuan of this church."

The old man in Tsing Yi suddenly understood, he couldn't help but stroking his beard and laughing, it turned out that this little guy is the grandson of Fan Dachuan, I really didn't expect it!
Zhang Sanniang hastily pulled her husband's skirt, "Da Lang, who is he?"

"He is Fan Xianggong of our church!"

Fan Tiezhou turned his head and bowed, "My nephew pays respects to third uncle!"

Of course, Fan Ning knew who Fan Xianggong was, that is, Fan Zhongyan, the famous prime minister who "worry about the world's worries first, and enjoy the world's joy later".

That is, the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him, he knew about it three days ago.

But Fan Ning was also a little dumbfounded at this time, Fan Zhongyan could be his own grandfather?

If I had known this earlier, why would I bother to make arrangements, and just go to the door to recognize my relatives.

Seeing that his son was still standing there stupidly, Fan Tiezhou quickly pulled him to kneel down, "Kowtow to the third grandpa!"

(End of this chapter)