Vol 5 Chapter 107: People without thought, he must worry about

Chapter 107: People Must Have Worries Without Far-sightedness
Yun Zhe ran fast on the soft bed and bumped into his mother's arms. Then, he rubbed his big head in his mother's neck and tried to climb onto her mother's neck.
Song Qiao squeezed her son's fleshy buttocks, and the warmth in her eyes seemed to melt her, and she felt very cute when her son was drooling.
"You can deliver Huo Guang to the decapitation, my son will not do it."
Song Qiao, who had been intimate with Yunzhe for a long time, suddenly raised his head and shouted to Yunlang sitting in a chair reading.
Yun Lang's gaze left the book and looked at Song Qiao, saying: "I am already a model of those who are afraid of death among honors and honors, why are you too much than me?"
Song Qiao, holding his son who was constantly tossing, said to Yunlang: "You, a person who has been calculated for two days, should not have children."
Yun Lang put down the book and said: "It is mediocrity not to envy others."
Song Qiao shook his head and said: "Everyone is envious and everyone likes them, but there is absolutely no mother in those who like talents!
Anyone who is a mother, only thinks that her son can live a prosperous life in peace. Nuwa and Niang fill up the sky. Grandpa Fuxi decides what the world is like. It is cheap for outsiders.
It would be better to watch the child grow up, watch him start a family and start a business, watch him have children and grandchildren. "
Yun Lang rolled up the book and gently tapped on Song Qiao's head: "When the child grows up, you will find it is an extremely stupid move to tie him around."
Song Qiao gave Yun Lang a white eye and hugged Yun Zhe to kiss his son's fat face: "Do you like A Niang or Ye Ya?"
Yun Zhe held Song Qiao decisively: "Aniang!"
Song Qiao appeared proudly towards Yun Lang, Yun Lang shook his head and said: "This is not countable, this child can only say the word A Niang."
Yun Zhe played with his mother for a while, and then yawned. Song Qiao prepared the child's bedding, placed him beside him, and drew down the tent. The mother and son formed a small and warm space.
Yun Lang sighed and blew out the candle, so he touched the black and went to bed from the other side.
The bright moonlight shone on the white snow, so that the ground was bright, and a little light leaked into the room. It mixed with the orange light emitted by the long light in the corner of the corner, and finally turned into a warm orange red.
Song Qiao reached out and made some beautiful reflections with his hands on the curtain. Yun Lang forced her arm into the quilt. It was crazy not to sleep at this time.
"Can Zheer control Huo Guang in the future?"
Song Qiao turned around and turned to look at her husband.
Yun Lang said: "Impossible."
"why?"
"Because Huo Guang cannot be controlled by others, I have never taught him to bow his head and do this kind of learning."
"But Huo Guang ..."
"Besides, Northwestern Polytechnic wants to pass on forever, so it needs to be handed over to people like Huo Guang. Zheer is too young to see the truth, and the knowledge of Northwestern Polytechnic must sow seeds in these years. In the past few years, when the Confucian family became the sole proprietor, it was no longer possible. "
"So ... what about Zheer? You took Huo Guang to the forbidden place yesterday?"
"Yun's most important thing is here!"
Yun Lang pointed to his head.
"Yun's all come from here, and the so-called Northwestern Polytechnic is just the knowledge in his head."
"You taught Huo Guang all?"
"Huo Guang has been able to get through one door in his life, which is already remarkable. However, he has learned a lot, and his temperament has escaped. It is impossible to delve into the ultimate.
Having said that, people who can settle down to learn are almost rare in this world.
And Northwestern Polytechnic is very different from the prevailing knowledge in the world. If you want to cultivate, you can only start from the baby.
Whether it is a child of Cao Xiang ’s family, or a child of Li Gan ’s family, and a child who goes to a sick family, their goal is in Chaotang or the military, and it is almost impossible for them to concentrate on learning ...

"You count, only Zheer is suitable?"
Yun Lang leaned over and looked at his sleeping son, and said lovingly: "It's also good to learn. Who makes him my Yun Lang's son."
"This is unfair to his son."
"Learning is the foundation of Yun's. As for money ... hehe, what you and Su Zhi earned, it is enough for him to spend his whole life."
"You don't want Zheer to be an official?"
"It's too hard and dangerous to be an official under His Majesty. The emergence of Yun's is too abrupt. Both the government and the public, have doubts about the rise of Yun's.
Fortunately, there is the title of Yongan Hou, a Yun who has nothing to ask the court, should be able to live a stable life.
I told Huo Guang that after looking at it for twenty years, the same is true of you now. After looking at it for twenty years, when your majesty is old, there will be a period of change. "
"too long."
"Not long ..."
Song Qiao also straightened up, and the couple looked at him quietly around his son.
For the future, Yun Lang is sure, but now, it is really difficult to ...
Zhang Anshi's business has spread to Yanglingyi. As for Chang'an, Zhang Anshi is not going to go, nor can he go.
Wu Yan's successor, Han, is madly whaling Changan's loan shark business. If he rushes into it at this time, it will be difficult for the emperor.
Wuxi's assets are very complete. Han's takeover of Wuxi's assets is even stronger than before.
In just over a month, people seemed to have forgotten the famous Wuyanshi and the poor women and children of Wuyanshi were dispatched to Tianheng Island.
Horses and horses in front of Han's gate.
Zhang Anshi got out of the carriage and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The powerful Han Shi swallowed the prestige of Yan Shi, and summoned all the money families in Guanzhong to come to his house for a party.
Zhang Anshi and all the sons who came to Han's family understand that today is a good feast, and Han should be ready to set rules.
It is necessary to re-divide the site, which makes Zhang Anshi worried.
Yun's had just entered Yanglingyi, and if he was forced to withdraw, the initial investment would be lost.
Han Zechun faced the wind and stood in front of the gate to greet the Qian family. He was very humble and greeted everyone with a smile, but Zhang Anshi could see a trace of fierceness in this smile.
Sang Hongyang has long been familiar with attending such scenes. He likes to attend such occasions very much.
Every time such a merchant's site changes, the one that takes the most advantage is always the official.
He even wondered whether it would change every few years, so that the government could continuously collect benefits.
Zhang Anshi came in.
Sang Hongyang looked up at Zhang Anshi seriously, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea from the tea bowl.
His tea bowl is different, the color is azure, moist like jade, the lid of the tea bowl and the tea bowl lightly strike the sound of gold stone.
Zhang Anshi also has a set of such tea bowls in his hands. This is a new product from the spring of this year by the Yun's—namely, it rains and the sky is blue.
It is the most rare product in porcelain.
Only one kiln was burned out. After the finished product came out, Yun Lang once ordered to continue firing, but unfortunately the colors of the things that came out behind were not correct, and the gray ones were all inferior.
When bribing others, you can't wait for others to open their mouths.
Sang Hongyang's actions have explained many things.
Zhang Anshi felt a pain in his heart. He felt that his own set of green tea bowls after rain could not be kept.
"Junior Zhang Anshi has seen a doctor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sang Hongyang looked up and said:" Your husband is really a big-hearted person, so critical, also sent you? "
Zhang Anshi smiled and said: "Something disciples serve them.
My husband is the famous Xianyunyehe. It doesn't matter how long it is. Although Qianzhuang is important, it's not important enough to let my husband personally come to accept a trader Jia Diao. "
Sang Hongyang smiled and said: "Ming Ningting Pavilion passed away, do you know this?"
Zhang Anshi said with a smile: "My husband said that he is a righteous man, accustomed to keeping awe-inspiring and righteous spirits, and the spooky sprites are not allowed to get close. If anyone pretends to be a god-man, they can try it on him."
Sang Hongyang laughed, and attracted the attention of all the guests. He listened to Sang Hongyang's loud voice: "Wen Tingming Fei Tinghou made a two-hundred-year contract with your husband. I don't know how your husband will respond?"
Zhang Anshi said with a smile: "My husband said, in two hundred years? Within a hundred years, he will turn into dead bones and enter into a two-hundred-year contract. I am afraid that the famous female pavilion is cheating on ghosts."