Great Song Super Scholar

Chapter 3
Before dawn the next day, Fan Zhongyan's passenger ship stopped at Xiaocun Pier, and his mother, Zhang Sanniang, changed Fan Ning into new clothes that she would only wear during the New Year.

Fan Tiezhou remained silent.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, but his son was already eight years old, and he was of course very willing to go to the capital with his third grandpa to open his eyes. This kind of opportunity is not something ordinary people can come across.

Fan Ning bowed to his parents and boarded the boat. Fan Zhongyan came out and said with a smile, "Don't worry! I will send Ning'er back safely in a month and a half at most."

"Then please third uncle!"

Fan Zhongyan nodded, he waved his hand to the boatman, and the passenger boat started, swaying towards the morning mist.

Zhang Sanniang watched her son's figure disappear into the milky morning mist, her eyes slowly turned red.

Fan Tiezhou whispered: "We can't tell anyone about this. It's not good for Ning'er. If someone asks, just say that Ning'er has gone to a relative's house."

Zhang Sanniang nodded, "Then your father didn't say anything?"

A wry smile appeared on Fan Tiezhou's face. If his father heard the news, he would definitely be furious, so it's better not to say anything.

Thinking of his father's contempt for him, he couldn't help but sighed, "Ning'er, you must live up to your father!"

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Passenger boats pass slowly in the clear river.

Fan Ning was sitting by the window of the boat, carrying a small cloth bag with him, which contained two pieces of laundry and two hundred Wen, which was his only luggage.

Fanning liked the feeling of being on a boat in the early morning. This quiet time made him feel like he had returned to his previous life, and the bits and pieces of the previous life came to his mind like flowing water.

He was an orphan in his previous life, and he was famous for his outstanding memory in the orphanage. When he was eight years old, he was selected and entered a special school. A group of children who had the same outstanding memory as him traveled in the ocean of knowledge.

For the whole ten years, he did not know how many things he wrote down, but an accident happened in the experiment just a month ago. ． ． ． ． ． ．

Fanning recalled the experiment a month ago, to implant a neuron nano-memory chip in his brain. If successful, the amount of knowledge stored in his brain would usher in a new era.

As a result, he became a pioneer and a martyr at the same time.

Fan Ning touched the back of his head with lingering fear, and couldn't help laughing again. This is Fan Duda's head, how could that chip still exist?
Fan Zhongyan was sitting opposite him, and he couldn't help but read yesterday's song "Recalling the King and Sun" again.

This poem is very well written. It actually combines the poems of Song Yu, Qu Yuan, Du Mu and Li Qiao. This can only be done by reading a lot. Where did this little country boy read the book?
Fan Zhongyan couldn't figure it out, and Fan Ning was also vague, just talking about some poems that he memorized after flipping through the bookstore in the town.

Going around the bookstore has such an achievement, and Fan Zhongyan can only use the word miraculous to describe it.

This is really a miraculous child, Fan Zhongyan was filled with emotion, he almost missed this rare child prodigy yesterday.

At this time, the tea boy Xiaofu brought in a pot of hot tea, Fan Zhongyan poured a cup of hot tea, smiled and pushed the teacup in front of Fan Ning, pulling Fan Ning back from the memories of his previous life.

"Thank you, Grandpa San!"

Fan Ning pretended to be obedient, took a sip from his teacup, and said, 'Ah! 'Suddenly it was so hot that he jumped up, a gust of scalding hot water was in his mouth, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, which made him extremely embarrassed.

After finally swallowing the tea, I felt that my tongue was numb from the heat.

He turned his head and gave the tea boy Xiaofu a hard look, this brat must be trying to make himself look bad on purpose.

Xiaofu covered his mouth and snickered, made a face at him and slipped out.

Fan Zhongyan couldn't help laughing when he saw Fan Ning drinking tea in a mess.

"Drink tea slowly, pay attention to savoring slowly, you were too anxious just now!"

"I always drink from a big ladle at home," Fanning muttered.

"You're not drinking tea, you're drinking cows!"

Fan Zhongyan smiled, picked up the tea bowl and blew carefully, took a sip of tea carefully, and then asked: "Have you ever thought about why I brought you to Beijing?"

Fan Ning smiled mischievously, "Maybe the third grandpa thinks the road is boring, so bring me to listen to the story of Marshal Canopy again."

Fan Zhongyan blinked and asked with a smile, "Then do you want to pay for the story?"

Fan Ning blushed, it turned out that his grandfather hadn't forgotten that one!

He thought for a while, then smiled slyly: "Under normal circumstances, I have to collect money, and I am worried that only one penny will be charged, and the third grandpa will not be able to take it."

Fan Zhongyan pointed at him and scolded with a smile: "You brat, are you actually a little money addict? Didn't realize it before!"

After discovering that this great-grandfather was not a rigid person, Fan Ning's little fox tail was gradually exposed. He no longer pretended to be cute, and simply returned to his true colors.

Fan Ning lay on the deck of the boat with his hands under his pillow, looked at the white clouds outside the window and said leisurely: "Grandpa San, have you ever heard a saying? Money is not everything, but without money is absolutely impossible."

"Where did you hear that sentence?"

"In a miscellaneous book, I forgot the title."

Fan Zhongyan pondered for a while and said: "It's not a bad thing to like money. I was poor when I was young, and I couldn't even afford porridge. At that time, I was just like you. I hoped that I would have a lot of money when I grow up. I have experienced many things later. , I gradually understood a truth."

"Is it because a gentleman loves money, is there a proper way to get it?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.

Fan Zhongyan was choked, and it took him a long time to point to him and smile: "You little cunning, you are like a roundworm in my stomach, I regret bringing you out now, you get off the boat!"

Fan Ning hugged the legs of the table pretending to be terrified, "Grandpa, I'll tell you stories for free, and you don't need a penny, can't you?"

Fan Zhongyan was amused by Fan Ning's mischievous appearance, and couldn't help laughing. He suddenly found that he liked the current Fan Ning even more.

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The advantage of traveling by boat is that it is easy and comfortable, and there is no need for cars and horses, but the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it is slow.

The lights in the cabin have been turned on, and there are only three of them, except for Fan Zhongyan and Fan Ning's grandfather and grandson, and the tea boy Xiaofu.

Xiao Fu is the same age as Fan Ning, and he is an orphan. He has been with Fan Zhongyan for two years, and he and Fan Zhongyan have the same grandparents and grandchildren.

In the cabin, Fan Ning and Xiao Fu sat under the lamp copying the copybook, while Fan Zhongyan sat on the sidelines and watched the two write.

I am ashamed to say that Fan Ning's handwriting is indeed terrible, like deformed chicken feet, while Xiaofu's regular script is a hundred times more neat and beautiful than his.

But it was precisely because of Fan Ning's poor handwriting that Fan Zhongyan decided to take him to the capital.

He knew that with Fan Ning's handwriting, he would not be admitted to Yanying Academy anyway, so he wanted to use this time to teach him how to write.

Of course, he can also write a letter to Director Liu, but in that case, another outstanding child will be squeezed out, which is unfair and does not conform to his principles of doing things, Fan Zhongyan.

Fan Zhongyan sat on the sidelines and watched Fan Ning write. He saw that he wrote vertically as if his legs were swinging, trembling, and horizontally as if a person was exercising his muscles.

Finally, Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but bent his knuckles and tapped Fan Ning's head, "I really don't understand you, since you can write such excellent words, why are your words so bad?"

In fact, Fan Ning was also extremely annoyed. It wasn't his handwriting at all, but Fan Dadai's handwriting. A bad handwriting was like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be peeled off, and he stubbornly passed it on to himself.

"I'll practice! Can't I practice hard?" Fan Ning poked fiercely at the paper stroke by stroke.

Fan Zhongyan saw that he was a little bit annoyed, so he couldn't help laughing, and it didn't affect Fan Ning's calligraphy practice, so he sat aside and read a book.

At this moment, Xiaofu beside him giggled, "Actually, I have a quick solution."

"What's the way, tell me!"

"If I say so, you will help me boil tea for half a month."

"Burn your head!"

Fan Ning turned his pen and slapped him hard on the head, "I want to coax Master Fan into doing things for you, but you're still young!"

"I really didn't lie to you!"

Xiao Fu whispered to Fan Ning: "This kind of rice paper is made of several layers glued together, and it can be torn thinner and thinner. You can tear it into a translucent shape, cover it on the copybook and write on it, so that you can practice calligraphy quickly."

Fan Ning's eyes lit up. This is a good idea, but he didn't think of it.

He immediately put his arms around Xiaofu's shoulders and said with a smile: "The tea I made is even disgusting to the country people. I'm afraid the third grandpa won't like it. Those who are capable will work harder. You should work harder. In order to express my gratitude, I will treat you to the tea after arriving in the capital." Eat candy."

Hearing eating candy, Xiao Fu's saliva was about to flow down, he quickly said: "You are not allowed to play tricks, we will pull the hook."

Fan Ning gave him a disgusted look, "How old are you, you still want to pull the hook!"

"What if you don't believe what you say?"

Fan Ning patted his chest, "Mr. Fan, once I say something, it's hard to catch up. How could I still lie to you, a brat."

"alright, alright!"

Fan Zhongyan watched the two talking, he was really happy, he couldn't help laughing and said: "You little brat is not much older, write quickly, don't make trouble anymore."

The two lowered their heads to write again, at this time Xiaofu blushed, gritted his teeth and whispered: "You are the brat!"

Fan Ning shook his head, "It's really boring to sit and write with a naive little guy like you!"

"Let me test you!"

Fan Zhongyan found it interesting, so he simply put down his book and asked with a smile, "Let me ask Xiaofu first, why do you want to stop the boat here?"

Xiaofu scratched his head, but couldn't figure it out for a long time.

"What about you?" Fan Zhongyan smiled and looked at Fan Ning again.

However, Fan Ning curled his lips at Xiaofu disdainfully, "Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, and the midnight bells arrive at the passenger ship. You can't even think of this? All the books you read are fed to the dogs!"

"All I can think of is that I forgot it for a while." Xiaofu retorted angrily.

Fan Zhongyan nodded approvingly, "Ning'er must have seen the Tiger Hill Pagoda outside?"

"I've seen it a long time ago, but I know that's not the real reason why the third grandpa stopped the boat here!"

"Oh? Then tell me what the real reason is?"

Fan Ning smiled slyly, "The reason is the same as in Jiangwan Village, the third grandpa is afraid of being harassed."

Fan Zhongyan laughed loudly and gave a thumbs up, "What a smart kid!"

Fan Ning spread his hands with a smile, "There should be a prize for guessing right! I don't want too much, it's enough for the third grandpa to reward me with usual money."

Fan Zhongyan took out a penny and threw it to him, angrily said: "This is your prize, what is consistent money, why don't you want 100 taels of silver!"

Xiao Fu smiled gloatingly and said, "You've been devastated! Who made you so greedy to ask for a penny? If it were me, I would only need ten pennies."

Fan Ning casually threw a penny to him, "I want the money to repay your favor. Since you don't think it's too little, then go to the capital to buy candy by yourself!"

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(End of this chapter)