Training Wu Zhou

() The time is getting deeper, the sun is rising, the tables and chairs in front of the living room are complete, and dishes are served from the kitchen, but Tang Guan is dozing off on the chair.

"Crackling" a burst of firecrackers woke Tang Guan up, only then did he realize that there were already people entering in a file, and Tang Weixi also came out of the middle hall to meet them.

"My fellow countrymen, please come in quickly"

"Congratulations to Yuanwai Tang"

"congratulations..."

Tang Guan could not help but be a little surprised when he saw the visitor. They were not the simple peasants he imagined. Instead, they were all dressed up as Confucian scholars. He behaves like a scholar.

In fact, the running water seats are divided into different levels, you can sit as you come in, and the table and dinner are all TV dramas, but Tang Weixi organizes them more elegantly, and all the scholars are invited from all over the world.

These scholars also know that Tang Weixi is not an ordinary businessman, and has helped many poor children who went to Beijing to rush for the exam.

So as soon as I received the invitation, I didn't care what was written on it, and I would talk about it when I came, but I couldn't help being surprised when I saw the content.

Mr. Tang Yuan's family is not stupid, this is a rare thing.

The reputation of Tang Guan's stupidity was once rumored, and Tang Weixi, who was well-known in this area, was also very embarrassed at that time, but now he felt very proud.

"Qubing, hurry up and meet some gentlemen"

Hearing this, Tang Guan knew that Tang Weixi wanted to win people's hearts. These scholars are not yet famous, and they don't have a rich family like himself, so how can they be called Shanglangjun.

Even though they thought so, they still went forward to salute one by one, and everyone was even more surprised when they saw this. Seeing that Tang Guan was no longer stupid, his demeanor was smooth, and there was a heroic spirit between his brows, so they returned the salute one by one.

"Mr. Tang, congratulations. From Wansheng's point of view, your son is a late bloomer, and the heavens will give you great responsibility!"

One of the scholars immediately flattered others, and the rest of them also agreed one by one. These scholars have studied hard for ten years, and they dare not say anything else. They are very proficient in putting high hats on people.

Tang Guan also slandered a few words in his heart: "It's up to you to say, the young master is the one who is about to change the world."

Just as everyone was exchanging greetings, a burst of poetry sounded.

"The members are loyal, and the disease is cured. Although the chronic illness is not cured, the music is still resting"

"Congratulations to Yuanwai Tang, congratulations to Yuanwai Tang, Ji Zhen has come to congratulate you."

Tang Weixi saw the smile on the face of the visitor, and went forward to meet him, saying: "Nephew Ji Zhenxian is very talented in literature, it's too late to welcome you."

"Tang Yuanwai is so true, I have to ask Brother Qubing to get the blessing of the gods, so I came here to congratulate you."

The person who came was Yuhang talent He Zhizhang, named Jizhen, from Shaoxing Prefecture. It is said that he became famous in Chang'an a few years ago.

Tang Wei was delighted to see that all these talents had come, and he was even more proud and proud.

Tang Guan's eyelids twitched when he looked at He Zhizhang. He had [-] Tang poems in his arms and one of his "Returning Hometown Illusions". In his memory, He Zhizhang seemed to be a Jinshi in a few years, and he would pay homage to the Ministry of Industry. waiter.

Immediately, he didn't dare to be negligent, and without his father's orders, he stepped forward and said, "Brother Ji Zhen, your poems are really good."

He Zhizhang was taken aback by the immature voice, looked at Tang Guan, and said with a smile: "Qu Bing, why don't you tell me about my poems?"

Tang Weixi was embarrassed when he heard the words, his son had just recovered from a serious illness, and he was still young, how could he say anything, so he was about to go up to greet him and pull He Zhizhang to sit down.

"This poem is about my father's loyalty to the court of heaven and earth. He hoped to touch the heavens and make me better, but I recovered by myself. Although the recovery was slow, there was no time. I have the talent of a Wenqu star."

Tang Guan immediately translated the poem in one go, and everyone was stunned when the words came out, and even He Zhizhang became serious.

Tang Wei was stunned for a moment, and immediately became excited, thinking to himself: "God will help! God will help!"

"Mr. Tang, your son will be great in the future. If you teach me well, he will be great in the future." He Zhizhang put away his expression and bowed to congratulate Tang Weixi. Obviously what Tang Guan said made him quite shocked, and he used the antithesis repeatedly.

Tang Weixi burst into laughter when he heard the words, feeling relieved, and immediately called everyone to sit down one by one, but He Zhizhang secretly looked at Tang Guan from time to time. Tang Guan, who was born stupid and cured once, and who can compose his own poems at a young age, is a strange talent.

Everyone exchanged cups and glasses, and the guests and hosts had a great time, except that He Zhizhang asked Tang Guan a few questions from time to time, but was answered one by one by Tang Guan, nothing else happened. For a while, He Zhizhang favored Tang Guan even more.

Tang Guan couldn't drink alcohol because of the rules, but he just acted cute to He Zhizhang for a while. This cute talent is not a re-election, but innate.

Seeing Tang Guan's cute and smart appearance, everyone was amazed. Tang Guan, who was originally a laughingstock, became a child prodigy.

Just as the guests were enjoying themselves, Tang Guan found a dirty little hand on another empty table full of dishes grabbing a chicken leg and tearing it off.

Naturally, everyone in the crowd didn't notice this festival, Tang Guan also remained silent, seeing that the owner of the little hand seemed to be running away, he said: "My lord, I remember that there are still books uncollected, I'm afraid my servants will not be careful, I want to Go back and pack up first, and then come to accompany you gentlemen."

Tang Weixi was furious when he heard the words, he frowned and said, "Nonsense!"

Just as he was about to reprimand him, He Zhizhang said, "Member Tang, Qubing and cherishing books is my duty as a scholar, let him go."

As soon as He Zhizhang spoke, all the scholars present nodded in agreement. Moreover, they already knew Tang Guan's current situation, and staying was an obstacle. After all, they had adult topics among adults.

Seeing this, Tang Weixi had no choice but to nod silently, and said solemnly: "Go and come back quickly."

"Thank you, Father!" Tang Guan immediately left the banquet and ran in the opposite direction. After getting out of everyone's sight, he turned around and hid in the grass near the banquet.

It is of course nonsense to organize the collection of books. He was just curious about how the Tang Mansion was guarded by a nursing home, so how could it still let in the little beggar. The owner of those small hands was obviously just a child like him.

After a long time, the empty tablecloth shook, and a young child with braids came out, holding a greasy chicken leg tightly in his hand.

Seeing this, Tang Guan remained silent. The young boy leaned over and crawled cautiously, and Tang Guan also sneaked up to follow him, to see where he wanted to go.

The girl didn't dare to get up until she was out of everyone's sight, and looked at the chicken leg in her hand, her big watery eyes flashed with joy, she swallowed secretly, but didn't bite it.

Cong Zhong Tang Guan was even more curious, seeing that the boy was about to walk again, he rushed out and grabbed the boy's arm with a wave, but his grasp was soft at first.

"Little thief, where are you going?"

The young boy was startled by the sudden Tang Guan, and he froze in place, his arm was tightly grasped by Tang Guan, and he suffered a burst of pain, his little face looked dirty because he was lying on the ground with a little dust.

"I...I'm not a little thief." The boy seemed to have never suffered such humiliation, and tears welled up in his big eyes.

Seeing this, Tang Guan couldn't help letting go of the little boy's arm, and couldn't help being surprised when he saw it. It was so thin and tender, and he scratched it lightly, leaving five marks.

He just wanted to play with this inexplicable boy, but he didn't expect to see the other party cry for no reason, and his heart softened for a while, and he was very surprised.

"How did you sneak into my house?" Seeing the girl holding back tears, Tang Guan couldn't bear to ask.

"I... I came with my mother"

"Your mother?" Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out when Tang Guan heard the words, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "It seems that the content is a little too big. Could it be that this is my father's illegitimate child? Could it be that there are still concubines in the house? That's not the case. so downcast"

While thinking wildly, Tang Guan asked, "What's your name?"

"My mother said that girls' names should not be freely shared with others." Seeing that Tang Guan no longer hurt himself, Xiao Tong hid the chicken leg behind his back and let out a loud noise.

"Well, it's true that you can't talk nonsense, what!? Are you a woman?" Tang Guan subconsciously wanted to answer, and instantly realized why he opened his eyes wide.