Gao Chong was so scared that he trembled and quickly held his Yunlong White Jade Gu and said, "Don't calm down, mom calm down, the child just wants to make a meal for his mother to show his filial piety."

Li was stunned when he saw that the winter melon pot was held in his hand. Is such a beautiful thing eaten? Was it made by his son who only knows how to dance with swords and guns?

Seeing that his mother was not speaking, Gao Chong finally breathed a sigh of relief: "The child wanted to do something for his mother, so he used all his skills to carve this winter melon pot and gave it to his mother."

Li's face changed. He wanted to have an attack several times but couldn't. The maid was already standing behind with a stick of thorn, but she stood there without saying a word.

Li suddenly snatched the thorn in her hand, and then whimpered on the winter melon pot. With a "bang!", the winter melon pot shattered into the ground.

Gao Chong was stunned. He had no reaction yet. Instead, Master Liu was lying on the ground and crying loudly as if his parents had died. The little girl Ding Yunniang's eyes were also full of water.

"Do you know why I hit you?" Li bit his teeth and stepped forward to smash the winter melon pot.

"The child is dull." Gao Chong lowered his head and said nothing.

"Your father has always wanted to restore the glory of your ancestors, and he also gave you a word "Opening". You know how heavy the burden on your shoulders is. I am reminding you that you are afraid that you will lose your ambition!

Today, the family law is here. I must let you remember who you are? What should you do? What can’t you do? Kneel down to me!"

Gao Chong's lips secretly curled his lips and then knelt on the ground. Li raised the rattan in his hand and thrust it on his shoulder.

"Ah--" Gao Chong screamed in pain, which scared Li almost threw away the family rules in his hand. His son was as strong as a cow. He used to be beaten with a vine, so he would not cry out in pain, so why did he scream today?

The maid behind him quickly stepped forward and said, "Madam, the little prince's illness has not yet recovered. Let's record this beating first!"

Li's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and she ran up to check Gao Chong's injuries. Although she could not see any wounds, the thick gauze inside her clothes still made her heart ache.

Li's voice was slightly trembling: "Dalang, I will write down this to you first. I hope you can remember it well: your career is meticulous in diligence and play, and your actions are accomplished in thinking and destruction. Don't let your father down for you."

"Yes! The child knows. It's really boring for me to lie on the bed. My body can't do any intense exercise, so I come out to exercise and never dare to do it again."

"Very good! Since you really have nothing to do, go and read! Now is the time to collect rent in the autumn. Go to my study room to study with me." After saying that, Li took Jingtiao and took his maid and turned around and left.

Gao Chong grinned secretly, turned around and said to the manager: "Remember, take out the mutton and then add salt, I will leave first. Let's have a good conversation in the future."

"Are you here? You are really not afraid of beating! But we can't afford to offend our wife. If she vents her anger, you are not afraid, we can't stand it." The manager opened his mouth wide and did not dare to speak.

Master Liu sang for a long time and said, "Little Prince, can I learn carving from you?"

Ding Zhou was furious when he heard this, "Liu Pan, you are too presumptuous! Who is the little prince? How can he always come to us?"

Gao Chong laughed and said, "Master Liu, we will study each other in the future, so I have to leave first. Otherwise..." As he said that, he pointed to his mother's direction and followed him out closely.

The little girl bit her teeth for a long time and plucked up her courage and said, "Little Prince, can you teach me how to draw? I want to learn."

Gao Chong turned around and smiled at the little girl and said, "Okay! I'll teach you if you have the chance!"

He was about to find an opportunity to improve his relationship with Li, but he quickly turned around and chased after him.

Li's study was very large, with huge mahogany bookshelfs placed on all sides, filled with books. Most of these books were collected and sorted by the Gao family themselves, but some were dowry brought by Li.

The Gao family loved to read, which left them covered in dust for more than a hundred years, and it was only after Li's hands that it played a role again.

The Li family was a scholarly family, and his father Li Bu was also the top scholar in the Tianxi period of the former dynasty. At that time, the top scholar was proud and led his family to become the prefect of Zhending.

Here he met Gao Shen from the Gao family, and married his daughter Li Wan to Gao Shen under the introduction of others. Li Wan is also a talented and beautiful woman with a vision and a beautiful woman. Everyone is popular for a while. She fell in love with the Gao family's collection of books and made Gao Shen take a big advantage.

There are very few decorations in the study. Apart from two large desks, there is an incense burner placed on the small table next to it, with sandalwood burning inside, which wakes up the mind and deworms.

Li sat behind the desk, and the account book on the desk almost buried her. Li's slender jade fingers kept fluctuating on the abacus, making a crisp sound of slap, then picked up the purple hair pen and dipped it in the oil smoke and ink, and recorded a line of small characters on the account book.

In order not to lose at the starting line in his previous life, Gao Chong also participated in various interest classes since he was a child, including mental arithmetic and calligraphy. He secretly stepped forward to see Li's beautiful small calligraphy. Gao Chong decided not to tell others about practicing calligraphy again.

Li did not raise his head from the account book, but just snorted coldly and ordered: "Go to the table next to him and read the Analects of Confucius."

Gao Chong curled his lips and said, "It's the Analects of Confucius again, I can recite that one!"

"Remember it? That is the wisdom of our ancestors. It is not something that can be memorized, but something that can be understood! Prime Minister Zhao Pu once said that half of the Analects of Confucius rule the world. Are you still far from it? Read it carefully!"

"Oh!" Gao Chong agreed but did not leave. He looked at his mother writing a piece of numbers on the account book and smiled: "Mom's handwriting is so beautiful. It would be great when the child can achieve this level."

"As long as you are willing to do things in the world, you can succeed. My mother has also practiced since she was a child, using countless brushes and stone inkstones. Even the water from the pond was dyed black for washing the pen, which made her achievement today. Dalang, I will teach you a lesson today, are you very wronged?"

"No, don't feel wronged! Mom is also for the good of the child!" Gao Chong thought of her mother in her previous life. If she had asked herself so strictly, she might have avoided detours and she wouldn't have to die of fatigue too early.

Li looked up at him in surprise and said with relief: "Very good! It would be great if Dalang could think so. The gentleman stayed away from the kitchen. You should avoid that place in the future."

"Mom is a bit out of context. The book says: When a gentleman sees his life, he cannot bear to see his death; when he hears his sound, he cannot bear to eat his flesh. Therefore, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen. It means that a gentleman cannot bear to see his death when he sees his life. When he hears his cry, he cannot bear to eat his flesh. Therefore, a gentleman always stays away from the kitchen.

Confucius traveled around the countries, and weren’t his disciples preparing meals in person along the way? Didn’t he hear that he wouldn’t let anyone cook for himself?”

After Gao Chong finished speaking, he suddenly found that Li's face was a little black, and the small wooden stick in his hand was already in his hand. He hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I will never go anywhere in the future." Seeing his mother's wooden stick, he put it down and said in his heart: "I don't go at random every time I go."

Li put down his thorn and said, "They are all servants, don't get too close to them, etiquette is still something to be said. Our Gao family is a martial arts heirloom, so we don't care much about this; if it is in our famous Li family, it's a big deal."

"I know that the Li family has a scholarly family and etiquette is passed down from family; this etiquette is the most important thing. Mother, how about I write a poem for the Li family?"

"Writing poetry? Do you still know poetry? Tell me it out!" Li said to him blankly as if he didn't know his son at once.

Gao Chong pretended to shake his head and pondered for a long time, then he slowly said:

"The Li family's inkstone washing pond head tree,

Each flower blooms with light ink marks.

Don't praise the good colors,

Only clear air fills the universe.”

"Ba!" Li's purple hair pen fell on the table, and she looked at her son in disbelief. Although this poem did not praise the Li family, it actually used the metaphor of plum blossoms to praise the Li family's noble sentiment like plum blossoms.

Moreover, in this poem, one "light" and one "full" show their personality. On the one hand, the plump posture of the ink plum blossom and the image of the Li family's arrogance are vividly displayed on the paper; on the other hand, it makes people feel that the fragrance of calligraphy and the fragrance of plum blossoms seems to be coming to the face.

"Dalang, this is really what you wrote? This poem can be said to be a rare masterpiece, and it can be ranked among the top in the history of our Song Dynasty for so many years! You wait, my mother will write it down and then send it to your grandfather. I think he will definitely use it as a family heirloom!"

Li copied the poem and read it gently twice. The more she read it, the more satisfied she felt. She couldn't wait to write it on a small note and said, "No, I can't wait. I'll let Gao An send a letter to your grandfather tomorrow morning."

"Flying pigeon?" Gao Chong was stunned and said, "We still have Fei Ge? Is there a Fei Ge sent a letter now?"

"I'm silly again. Feige started to be used in the late Tang Dynasty. Who among the rich families nowadays has no? Our family has five pigeon servants who specialize in raising pigeons, and Feige is not less than hundreds?"
Chapter completed!