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Master Yu's craftsmanship must still be there. He took out an old-looking deerskin bag from his arms and opened it carefully. There were some small hooks, sticks, and hammers made of brass inserted inside.

, small chisels, and some tools that even Wang Zhongxiao is not famous for, they look like they have a unique craftsman’s spirit.

I saw Master Yu take out a tool made of copper wire, poke it gently into the keyhole of the copper lock, and then turn it around. A soft snapping sound was heard, and the copper lock opened.

"Second Young Master, what do you think of my craftsmanship?" Master Yu was quite proud and asked with a smile.

When Wang Zhongxiao saw the copper lock opened, he said impatiently: "Okay, good workmanship, quick, quick, give me the box!"

As he spoke, Second Young Master Wang took the box containing a lot of banknotes from Master Yu's hand, then opened the lid, looked inside with his eyes wide open, and immediately laughed out loud:

"Haha, Jiu Yiniang really didn't lie to me. They are all tickets from the old Fan family. One hundred taels a piece, you can redeem it immediately with the ticket!"

Then, Wang Daxiaozi placed the box on the table, took out a thick stack of banknotes, and counted with satisfaction, "Two, four, six, eight, ten."

Master Yu next to him saw Wang Zhongxiao counting the money and became a little worried, so he kindly reminded him: "Second Young Master, don't take too much. It will be a bad thing if the Master knows about it."

Wang Zhongxiao ignored him and counted to twenty before he stopped and put the remaining banknotes on the table. Then he took out two banknotes and handed them to Master Yu with a smile, "Master, one hundred

Two are for you, and the remaining one hundred taels are for Wang Mazi and Xiao Lizi!"

Hearing the shouts of the two men, the expressions of Wang Zhongxiao and Master Yu changed.

Wang Zhongxiao chuckled: "I don't need to hide it for long, don't I have to go to Beijing to apply for the job? When I become an imperial guard and gain the favor of the little emperor, will the old man still care about these two thousand taels of silver?"

"Golden mean? The golden mean of the golden mean?" As Wang Fuchen spoke, he found a chair and sat down gracefully.

But Master Yu remembered something at this time, and frowned and reminded: "Second Young Master, although the young emperor took charge last year, Taishi Ao still has the final say in the court. This Taishi Ao's disciples are not good.

Let’s go!”

Seeing that his father didn't notice anything wrong with him, Wang Zhongxiao changed the subject and said, "Dad, although I am still a warrior, I still need to read some books so that I can be selected as a worshiper in this fall's audition.

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"This, this" Master Yu couldn't laugh or cry, "How long can I hide this?"

It turns out there was a reason why he let Wu Shijue beat him.

Wang Jizhen also said: "Dad, the child has resigned."

Needless to say, the old guy Wang Fuchen must be here!

Wang Zhongxiao knew that it was too late to change the book, so he simply stopped changing it and just read the "Four Books and Five Classics" with "Jin Ping Mei"!

Thinking of this, Wang Zhongxiao's face darkened, and he shouted angrily: "Dad, the child is not afraid of Wu Shijue. It was just negligence last time. If we compete next time, I will definitely beat the shit out of him!"

"My nephew has met his uncle!"

"Oh, so that's what the Four Books mean." Wang Fuchen nodded, looking open-minded and eager to learn.

Wang Zhongxiao's cheeks turned red after hearing this, and he quickly saluted and said, "Yes, daddy, I understand."

When Wang Zhongxiao was thinking of something good, Wang Mazi and Xiao Lizi's loud shouts suddenly came from outside the window.

Master Yu quickly shook his head, reached out and took the banknote and held it in his hand, "No, no, I don't dare to take it. This thing is going to make the soup boil, and I can't bear to carry it around!"

Although his soul had been changed, Wang Zhongxiao still couldn't help but get angry when he thought of Wu Shijue! It was so unjust to be so harsh in a martial arts competition!

Hearing Wang Fuchen mention "competition" and "Wu Shijue", Wang Zhongxiao became angry. It was during that competition with Wu Guogui's son Wu Shijue that he fell off his horse and smashed his head, so he changed his soul.

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Wang Zhongxiao thought about it for a moment, and the "Dog of the Mean" from the "Four Books and Five Classics" came up. He shook his head and muttered something: "The Master once said: A gentleman is in the mean, and a villain is against the mean. A gentleman is in the mean, and a gentleman is always in the middle."

"The villain is mediocre, and the villain has no scruples."

"It's broken! The old guy is back." Wang Zhongxiao reacted quickly. He hurriedly stuffed the banknotes into his arms, then picked up the box and placed it on the bookshelf. He then said to Master Deshui Yu, "Master Yu,

Put all the books back quickly!"

Wang Zhongxiao hadn't finished reading "The Doctrine of the Mean" when he saw a tall, handsome man and a chubby man walking up the stairs one after the other.

Wang Jizhen patiently taught his father: "Dad, "The Doctrine of the Mean" is one of the four books. The other three books are "The Great Learning", "The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius"."

Of course Grand Master Ao is the number one Batulu in Manchuria, the Minister of Gu Ming, a first-class Duke Ao Bai who can fight a hundred people!

Some novels in later generations gave Ao Bai the official title of "Shaobao", but in fact the largest civil official that Aobai ever held was Taishi, which was greater than Shaobao. In the history of the Qing Dynasty, there were only two officials in total.

Grand Master, one is Ao Bai and the other is Ye Bilong.

This old guy Ao Bai is famous for being annoying, even if he deceives the emperor and ignores his superiors, the most hateful thing is that he is not very greedy for money, not very lustful, and is also known for being serious. That is really Aixin.

The affairs of the Jueluo family were his own business. No wonder the young emperor suspected that he was plotting to usurp the throne.

Wang Fuchen laughed loudly: "This is my son Ma Yaozi!"

Although "True King Zhongxiao" is a dandy with well-developed limbs, hasn't it happened that he has just changed into a new soul? This is the soul of a new man with ideals, morality, culture, and discipline, and this soul was born before his death.

He has served the people for many years and is well versed in the golden mean.

The two fathers and sons, Wang Fuchen and Wang Zhongxiao, looked like they were father and son. They were carved from the same mold. However, Wang Fuchen looked older, about forty years old, and had a very manly beard.

"What dad taught me is," Wang Zhongxiao said, "Dad, my child thought your place was quiet before, so he came here to study. Now that you are back, my child should go back to the small study to study."

But when Wang Zhongxiao opened the book and was about to read it, he realized that something was wrong. What he got in his hand was actually the illustrated version of "The Plum in the Golden Lotus"! Not to mention, the painting was quite good, using the iron line drawing technique.

It looked very collectible. When he was about to change a book to study, the creaking sound of his feet on the stairs had already occurred to him.

When Wang Zhongxiao heard the name Ao Bai, he couldn't help but smile evilly. No, he smiled "loyally".

"My child, please say hello to your father!"

What he said sounded like a confident person, as if he would definitely become the confidant of the young Emperor Kangxi after going to Beijing.

"It's okay!" Wang Zhongxiao collected the banknotes, took out a stack of white paper that had been cut long ago and stuffed it into the box, then covered the remaining twenty or thirty banknotes on the white paper, and then smiled.

He said, "Can't you see this?"

And that Wang Jizhen is a bit crooked, and does not follow Wang Zhongxiao. He is a chubby man with a small nose and small eyes. He always looks cheerful. Now when he heard his father asking questions, he laughed and said: "Dad, second brother."

I read it as "the Golden Mean"."

Wang Fuchen glanced at his son, who was tall and strong, and asked with a smile: "Second brother, why do you think of studying hard now? Is it possible that I lost to Wu Shijue in the last martial arts contest and lost my courage and no longer want to be a martial artist?"

?”

Wang Zhongxiao didn't want his brother to continue to teach his father here - if his father was interested in reading "The Doctrine of the Mean", it would be a big mistake. So he quickly handed the "Jin Ping Mei" in his hand to Yu

The master asked him to put him back in his original position, and then stood up and saluted his father: "My loyal and filial son, please pay my respects to your father."

"Huh? This little brat is really studying! Is he reading The Analects of Confucius?"

Master Yu had no idea, so he had to respond, and then hurriedly put the few books on the table back on the bookshelf, and covered the box again. But he didn't put them all back, there was one book missing, because

Wang Zhongxiao had already taken it and sat down behind the desk seriously, ready to study.

This sturdy man is of course the "Living Lu Bu" Wang Fuchen!

Live Lu Bu! Of course there is nothing to say about his appearance. Wang Zhongxiao is a sturdy man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose and a broad mouth. Although he has been in the army for many years, his face never gets tanned no matter how hard he tans.

No matter how rough it is, it can still be regarded as a crown jewel.

"Aren't you just a worshiper of the Tang Dynasty? How can you be worthy of the title with your martial arts skills?" Wang Fuchen looked unconcerned, "But it would be good to read more books. Maybe you can take the path of a writing scholar in the future."

Wang Fuchen nodded, and then said to Wang Jizhen: "Boss, go back to his place with the second brother, tell him about Tang'a who should be chosen to worship, and tell him what you should pay attention to when you return to Beijing? Beijing doesn't

Compared with Qu Jing, you have to keep your tail between your legs!" As he spoke, he glared at Wang Zhongxiao again, "When you are at the feet of the emperor, you can't molest someone's maid just because she's pretty. Then you won't let the master of that house be ruthless.

It’s time for a beating!”

Wang Fuchen smiled and waved his hand: "Go, go, let's all go!" Then he said to the master, "Haitian, it's getting late, you should go back too."

"Dong Weng, that student also resigned."

Watching his two sons and a master go downstairs together, Wang Fuchen slowly stood up from his chair, walked to the bookshelf, took down the "Jin Ping Mei" and several books on the left and right sides, and then took out the

The mahogany box at the back.

The box was quickly opened. Wang Fuchen reached out and took out the banknotes inside, and then counted them one by one. After counting, he naturally found the white papers. His face darkened and he cursed in a low voice.

: "You little bastard, you're gambling with money again."
Chapter completed!