Chapter 103: For the future (third)

The more Wang Wang thinks, the more he feels wrong. If it is a child from another family, she will not say anything. Can his child be unclear?
My son is a bit dependent on her mother. As long as she comes together every day, she will always look at her side first. If she is awake, she must greet him and come over to kiss her. If she is not awake, she will say, Xiaobao Always help to turn the blanket or be smashed before turning back.
The same is true when you go to bed at night. You have to come over and look at it. If you wake up, you will stay for a while. If you sleep, you will go to the ceremony and go. This is why you know that your son is different from other children, and why you like it. Who is really out? The monster will be so good to the mother?
But these two children are not bad for their own men. When they are studying, it is called a serious one. The husband said it, but not only once, such a student, in front of any master, the master will feel that his ancestral grave The smoke is clear, and I understand it when I say it. When I ask, I will answer the question. The only concern for teaching such a student is that there is nothing to teach at that time.
Such a child is indifferent when he hears his father’s poems. Who is the letter? Think about what they just said, a special idea appeared in the heart of Zhang Wang.
"French, listen to your poems, and don't seem to like the sunset very much. It's better to go see the old lady and the old man first, and then go back and play with the children here." Zhang Wang’s order to Zhang’s father was ordered. It is.
Zhang’s father didn’t think so much. When he heard the wife’s words, he felt that he should be like this. He drank a bowl of wine and got up and walked toward the yard where the mother was. One is that he really wants to see her mother. The other is to fear that the lady will let him say poetry. This kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can make.
When Zhang’s father left, Zhang Wang said to his son:
Xiaobao, telling the mother, what is the flower is not without love?

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaobao looked at his mother slyly, how cute the cute expression, the chubby body, the round face, the big eyes, and the lashes. Individuals want to hold up and kiss each other.
"To the mother, talk about the first poem, now it is." Zhang Wang insisted on his son's move, and asked with a calm face.
"Poetry, what else can it be? The vastness is away from the white day, and the whip is the east end of the world. The red is not a ruthless thing, it turns into a spring mud and protects the flowers. Just these" Zhang Xiaobao said helplessly, and asked others to ask He, he will definitely be stupid, but the mother asked, he can not bear to do so, anyway, usually do a lot of things, not bad.
"Sure enough, the red is not a ruthless thing, turned into a spring mud to protect the flowers. This is the real poem, then the next one?" Zhang Wang heard the words of his son, sighed, the son is the most powerful at home, Say to others, who will believe, and the daughter-in-law here, like the son, is hidden.
"You say it, it's up to you." Zhang Xiaobao touched Wang Hao.
"Mother, the next one is actually written elsewhere, Hangzhou West Lake, there are more lotuses than here. After all, in the West Lake in June, the scenery is not the same as the four times. The lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are different. It’s the scenery that I and Xiaobao listen to, and I’m fooling.

Wang Hao saw Zhang Xiaobao compromise, but he had to follow it out. In order to be afraid of misunderstanding, he explained another sentence.
The third song, Wang Shi, didn't want to ask. She already knew the skills of the two children, especially the wife of Wang Hao. The rich family didn't have to buy a good farm. It has already explained everything. The two Zhuangzi have had two children since. In the future, it became different. The sales and purchases, as well as various calculations, made her feel scared.
The difference with other people's thoughts is that these two children are their own, especially Xiaobao. If you have good food, think about yourself. If you have good things, you should take them first, and say that they are monsters. If you are a god, then it will be.
"Xiao Bao, hey, don't tell these words to others in the future." Zhang Wang is afraid of losing his children, and persuaded him there.
"Well, don't say it." Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Wei also said that they are not fools, and they still know who they are.
"That's good, go back, go to bed early, it's hot, remember to let the pomegranate help to catch the mosquitoes." Zhang Wang's face on the faces of the two children, let go of his heart.
She is not as worried as others, her own children are good, that is, people can be prime ministers when they are twelve years old. What about their sons when they are eight years old? That surname can be so much higher than others, why can't your child be smaller?


Is it too scary?
Zhang Xiaobao came back and asked Wang Hao.
"Would you scare? You have been scared by this scare, don't care about this time, don't think about it, the only advantage of the people here is superstition, we have nothing to do, and we can improve the confidence of those in the inner court. You have to know that they don't care whether you are a monster or a god. They just think about whether you can bring more benefits to them, both material and spiritual."
Wang Hao thought it clearly. In the past, she did not encounter the eight-year-old child to calculate the ternary quadratic equation for her, or the oral calculation, the juvenile major is not a display, people are really capable, IQ is as high as one. There are also a lot of one hundred and six, you can't meet one, just grab it? Can only be cultivated.
"Oh, I just ask, afraid of other people's fears, sleep first, get up and learn, no knowledge can't be done." Zhang Xiaobao mainly wants to find someone to tell, Wang Hao just meets his requirements.
"Alright, sleep." Wang Hao promised, and the two men lay down on the slump.
After two hours, the two were woken up again by the pomegranate and came to the desk together.
Zhang Xiaobao researched the grinding machine and found that Wang Hao was still motionless. He touched her and asked: "What are you doing? Didn't you sleep enough? Then continue to sleep, not bad."
"Who said that I didn't sleep enough, I was thinking, how can I help you improve, and that kind of speed is very fast, you will know when you look at it, you will definitely choose a test, it is not a simple matter. At least you have to make poems. You can't just copy them. People's propositions don't necessarily pick the place where you can copy.
For example, let you write a bug, how do you write? What can you write, regardless of the level and the tip of the mountain, can this person think it is a bug? That's a bee. It doesn't seem to be a perfect classification now. What do you say when you say that?

Wang Hao pulled Zhang Xiaobao's handcuffs to the side and frowned and said there.
Zhang Xiaobao also understands that he wants to learn these things as soon as possible. It is not so easy, especially in terms of poetry. This requires accumulation. When he was a child, he never worked hard in this area. When he grew up, he always deceived. Money has earned a lot, but some basic things have not been learned. It is impossible to say that it is regret or fate.
He now wants to test the highest honor of the show, can only slowly work hard, accumulate something, see Wang Hao thinking there, and ask: "Do you have any way? You are learning after all, no Like me, I am learning some practical things in prison. Who knows that the most practical thing here is the least practical at that time."
"Don't worry, I am thinking about it. With it, do you know the rhyme?" Wang Hao thought about it and finally thought of something.
"I don't know, is it a lonely boat, a fisherman, a fisherman? You won't let me paint? This is no good, I don't have a foundation, I am not interested in this aspect, and I may not be able to learn for a lifetime." Zhang Xiaobao denied.
"What painting? What you said is Jiang Xue. What I asked is the rhyme of the Weng, the right pair, the couplet, the Spring Festival couplets with the horizontal approval, the sky to the ground, the rain against the wind. The mainland is against the sky. Have you heard of it? Wang Hao said to Zhang Xiaobao.
"Well, I know, I heard a few words when I was eavesdropping on other people's lectures. I remember that behind it was Ray's faint, foggy. The next day is against the sky. Right?" Zhang Xiaobao immediately responded.
"Yes, it seems that you were serious when you were eavesdropping." Wang Hao praised, she had already heard Zhang Xiaobao said the experience of childhood.
Zhang Xiaobao understood this time, but he felt that something was wrong. He thought about it: "Now it is the Tang Dynasty. Do you make me useful for writing pairs? People write poetry."
"You are stupid, is there no confrontation in the poem? For example, close-up poetry, it is strictly required to have confrontation, especially the law poem, the pair itself is so, understand?" Wang Hao knows this aspect better than Zhang Xiaobao, she is a master student after all, no matter what she is learning, some things are written in textbooks.
What's more, her family is not ordinary. She has to learn a variety of things since she was young. Maybe she doesn't have the special talent of Zhang Xiaobao. She can talk about basic education. Ten Zhang Xiaobao can't compare her.
Zhang Xiaobao also knows that there are money and power in the family's home, and all the chaos is learning. Seeing Wang Hao's face in a serious look, he understands that the person who accompanied him will not harm himself. He has to admit: "I don't know, What do you listen to when you say something, at least in this regard, you tell me how to practice?"
"Well, knowing your own shortcomings is good. Let me recite the Weng rhyme first. I can start from the beginning to the end when I am four years old. I also won the first place in the competition in the city. It is not my own power, it is my own. The ability of Wang Xiao to appreciate Zhang Xiaobao, if you can't admit it, such talents are the most terrible, they will study hard to find their self-esteem.
Zhang Xiaobao asked earnestly: "So what do you remember now? Teach me, I learned to find a way to let me know."
"Well, learn from the beginning, the sky to the ground, the rain on the wind... the two women around the river, the two merchants in the West."