I am gradually omniscient in the heavens

Fan Ruoruo thought about it by himself.What is IQ, what is the basin.

......

After about two quarters of an hour (half an hour), Fan Xian came back.

He found Zhang Hao and said, "Father agreed, but he wants to see Master alone."

Zhang Hao stood up and said, "Then let's go."

Immediately, he followed Fan Xian to find Fan Jian. Fan Ruoruo saw that everyone had left, so why was he staying here, and immediately followed.

After a while, he came to the door of Fan Jian's study room, knocked on the door, and Fan Xian said, "Father, my master is here."

Immediately, the door of the study opened, and it was Fan Jian who opened the door.

Fan Jian made a gesture of invitation, and Zhang Hao entered the study. Fan Xian also wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Fan Jian.

Immediately, Fan Jian closed the study door.

Zhang Hao took a look at the study room, and there were indeed a lot of books in it.

I heard Fan Jian speak and said, "Sir, please sit down."

Immediately, Zhang Hao sat on the chair.

Fan Jian also sat down, and then he heard Fan Jian say: "Sir, I heard from Xian'er that you want to take Sizhe as an apprentice. I don't know what is Mr. Sizhe's eye for?"

Zhang Hao said: "Fan Xian must have told you that I have learned a lot, but I am proficient in two things, one is martial arts, and the other is divination, feng shui and easy numbers. This Fan Sizhe of your family is really good at it." Has the talent of divination. So..."

After Zhang Hao finished speaking, Fan Jian nodded, and asked again: "This is indeed the first time I have heard of this method of divination. I wonder if you can explain it. What is this method of divination and feng shui?"

Zhang Hao also nodded and replied: "There is nothing wrong with it. First of all, divination means divination to predict good and bad luck. It is a technique to avoid bad luck. It can not only help yourself to avoid bad luck, but also help others to avoid bad luck." fierce.

Fengshui refers to the geographical situation of residential bases and cemeteries, such as the terrain, the direction of mountains and rivers, etc. The quality of Fengshui can affect the prosperity and misfortune of one's family and descendants.

The last one, is it easy to count? It is more extensive and profound, and it cannot be explained clearly in a few sentences. "

Chapter 151 Fan Sizhe Apprenticeship

After Fan Jian heard this, he also had a general understanding of Feng Shui Yishu.

But he still said, "But, Mr. Zhang, what's the use of Sizhe learning this?"

Zhang Hao laughed loudly and said, "Lord Fan, the situation is small. After learning this numerology, at least Fan Sizhe can be safe for the rest of his life. From then on, no one can kill him, because learning to the highest level can bring good luck." Avoid evil, no one can trap him.

You can be a royal guest when you enter, and you can keep yourself safe when you retreat. Isn't that enough? "

Hearing this, Fan Jianwen nodded, stood up and said to Zhang Hao, "The dog will be left to Mr. Zhang."

While talking, Fan Jian walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Fan Xian, Fan Sizhe, and Fan Ruoruo fell directly into the room.

Fan Jian didn't care, and said, "Sizhe, come here."

Hearing this, Fan Sizhe followed Fan Jian into the study.

I heard Fan Jian say: "Si Zhe, from today onwards, Mr. Zhang is your master. I hope you can learn your skills well and guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Treat me the same as your master."

When Fan Sizhe heard his father's words, he didn't dare to refute, and replied, "Yes, father."

Then he bowed to Zhang Hao and said, "I have seen Master."

Seeing this, Zhang Hao nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand lightly, and Fan Sizhe stood up straight.

Zhang Hao said immediately: "You are my No.4 disciple, you two senior brothers, you don't need to care, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to see."

Then, he waved to Fan Xian.

Fan Xian came in immediately and saluted Zhang Hao: "Master."

Zhang Hao pointed to Fan Xian and said, "This is your elder brother, and also your senior brother. He has learned differently from you, and his path is also different."

Immediately, Zhang Hao took out three books from his sleeve, handed them to Fan Sizhe, and continued, "These three books are your introductory books. You need to memorize them carefully. Remember not to pass them on."

Fan Sizhe took the three books, and saw that the names of the three books were "Book of Changes", "Return to Tibet", and "Lianshan".

Then Fan Sizhe said with a bitter face, "Do you still want to endorse?"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao laughed. Zhang Hao had taught several disciples, and this was the first time he had seen such a lazy disciple.

I heard Zhang Hao say: "When you memorize these three books, I will teach you how to make money, how to do it."

Hearing about making money, Fan Sizhe immediately felt tired, and asked, "Really? Don't lie to me?"

Seeing Zhang Hao nodding, Fan Sizhe regained his energy and said, "Master, just watch."

Hearing this, the people in the room laughed.

In the evening, Fan Xian, Teng Zijing and Fan Ruoruo went to a place selling information and bought information about Xu Yunzhang, which pointed to the prince everywhere.

Fan Xian went to ask Zhang Hao what he thought, but Zhang Hao didn't care about it. According to Zhang Hao, if it doesn't work, just kill the prince.If it doesn't work, then kill Emperor Qing, Fan Xian was speechless for a while.

Immediately, Fan Xian said that on the stone tablet at the gate of the Inspection Institute, there were words left by his mother.

'I hope that the law of the Qing Dynasty will be established for the living and the people; it will not be tolerated because of nobility, and it will not be deprived because of poverty;I hope that the people of the Qing Dynasty will have the truth to follow, know the etiquette and justice, and keep benevolence; they will not judge success or failure by money, and will not bow because of power.Sympathize with the weak, hate injustice; strengthen your mind in times of crisis, and always introspect when no one is around.I hope that there will be no more oppression and bondage in this world, and everyone who is born in this world can have the right to live, the right to freedom, and the right to happiness.I hope that one day everyone is born equal, there is no distinction between high and low, guarding life, and pursuing light...Born equal, everyone is like a dragon. '

Hearing this, Zhang Hao put down the book in his hand.

Said: "It's amazing, but it's hard, what do you think?"

Fan Xian said: "It's amazing, but I can't be such a person. I just want to live well, eat and die."

Hearing this, Zhang Hao stood up and said, "No, you are wrong. You are not a person who is willing to eat and wait to die. There is nothing you can't do, as long as you want, you can do it."

Fan Xian laughed dumbfounded when he heard the words, looked at Zhang Hao and said, "Master, you think highly of me."

Zhang Hao shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "It's because you didn't see yourself clearly. In fact, you long for this in your heart."

Fan Xian paused and said, "Maybe the master is right. If the world really becomes like the inscription, I might become happier."

Zhang Hao then said: "There is nothing wrong, but to realize it, you need industrialization, you need to liberate your productivity, you need to emancipate your mind, are you ready? If you have made up your mind, you can come and tell me, and I will help you realize it. It can be regarded as repaying your mother for saving me."

Hearing this, Fan Xian looked at Zhang Hao and didn't speak for a long time.

......

The next day, Fan Xian, Zhang Hao, and Fan Ruoruo boarded the carriage after breakfast, and Teng Zijing drove the carriage towards Prince Jing's mansion.

As soon as he arrived at the place, he saw Shizi waiting at the door.

Fan Xian was carrying a lot of things in his hands. He gave the things in his hands to Prince Jing, and returned them while saying, "It's my first visit, and I have prepared some gifts for you. These are candied fruit, cane sugar, and some spices."

Afterwards, he took the two packages from Teng Zijing and handed them to Li Hongcheng, and then said: "These two packages are persimmons. I saw a persimmon seller on the way here. You are the son of the prince. These are persimmons. It is also a predestined relationship." .”

After handing over all the things to Prince Jing, Fan Xian asked, "Has everyone arrived?"

Li Hongcheng replied: "Oh, everyone is here, I'm missing you."

Fan Xianlian said: "Okay then, let's go in quickly, don't make the girls wait."

Looking at Li Hongcheng, Zhang Hao knew that this eldest son was Fan Ruoruo's future husband, and also Fan Xian's future brother-in-law.

Immediately, Zhang Hao, Fan Xian and others entered Prince Jing's mansion together.

When the group entered the hall, they found that everyone had already arrived.

Fan Ruoruo said: "That's where the girl sits, I'll go there first."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian asked, "What about me?"

Zhang Hao found a seat and sat down. Seeing this, Fan Ruoruo pointed to Zhang Hao's side. Seeing this, Fan Xian moved to Zhang Hao's side.

Fan Xian sat down, dishonestly, and kept staring at the girl across from him. After sitting for a while, he found that he couldn't see everything.

Fan Xian stood up immediately, and as soon as Fan Xian stood up, Guo Baokun also stood up. Guo Baokun didn't expect Fan Xian to dare to come.

But Fan Xian ignored Guo Baokun at all, pulled him away, and ran to the place opposite where the ladies were sitting, and saw the whole thing from beginning to end, but he didn't see his chicken-legged girl, a little disappointed.

Immediately asked: "Is there any more? Another batch!"

Chapter 152 Poetry

Guo Baokun and the others didn't turn around when they heard Fan Xian's words, and immediately said, "Fan Xian, why are you so vulgar!"

He Zongwei also interjected from the side, "Fan Xian, why are you so..."

Before He Zongwei finished speaking, the voice of the eldest son Li Hongcheng came from behind him.

"The two of you calm down first."

Hearing this, the two quickly turned around and saluted.

I heard Li Hongcheng say: "Since it is a poetry meeting, it is better to meet friends through poetry."

Seeing Li Hongcheng approaching, Fan Xian hurriedly asked, "My lord, do you know a girl with a chicken leg?"

These words directly confused Li Hongcheng, and asked, "What do you like to take...?"

Fan Xian repeated the question again: "Chicken legs are chicken legs."

Li Hongcheng had no idea what Fan Xian was talking about, but after some self-understanding, he thought that Fan Xian wanted chicken legs for lunch, so he said, "It will be prepared for lunch."

Then he looked at everyone standing and said, "Everyone, take your seats first."

Then left.

After everyone sat down, He Zongwei spoke up.

"What His Royal Highness said is that since literati are fighting each other, they should fight with poetry."

Fan Xian said disdainfully, "What's the comparison? You will definitely lose."

Guo Baokun heard the words and said mockingly: "What a big tone."

Fan Xian didn't say a word and sighed.

Seeing this, Guo Baokun thought Fan Xian was being cowardly, and hurriedly chased after him, "Fan Xian, if you dare not compete with me, I won't make things difficult for you, just kneel down and admit your mistake."

Fan Xian didn't want to talk to Guo Baokun, but he still said, "Should I stop talking, you must be the loser."

Guo Baokun was very disdainful when he heard the words.

Said: "Absurd, what do you think you are? Everyone in the poetry world?"

Fan Xian said after hearing the words: "Then tell me, how do you compare?"

Hearing this, Guo Baokun stood up, walked to the entrance of the hall, and then walked step by step, and finally walked ten steps, then saluted Li Hongcheng and said: "His Royal Highness, ten steps to this point, this point to write, recite it aloud, Let everyone judge the winner or loser. Is it possible?"

Li Hongcheng was also interested, and said, "It's wonderful, let's start."

Immediately, Li Hongcheng ordered someone to bring the table, paper and pens.

Then, I heard Guo Baokun continue to say: "But there must be a time limit, why not let the moonlight fall as the limit, and whoever writes the best poem in the end will win."

Hearing this, Fan Xian said, "Don't bother. No matter how many poems you write, I will only write one poem. As long as you can write poems that compare with this one, you will be considered winners."

Guo Baokun couldn't help saying: "Arrogance!"

He Zongwei also laughed and said, "One poem is enough to win? Hahaha, Mr. Fan, do you think Mr. Guo and I will be so vulnerable?"

Guo Baokun also laughed and said: "Countrysiders, you can only write one poem."

Fan Xian said expressionlessly, "Then invite you first."

Hearing this, Guo Baokun saluted Li Hongcheng and said, "Then I'll come first."

As he spoke, he walked to the starting point, and just after taking two steps, inspiration came and he wrote the poem on paper.

After finishing writing, he walked up to Fan Xian and read: "The clouds are clear and the tower is heavy with dew, and the jade boat outlines the brocade wind. The rising smoke covers the sky, and a little bit of writing reflects the dying lamp."

After Guo Baokun finished reading his poem, there was a burst of praise.

Zhang Hao took a look at the handwriting of Mr. Guo, and found that although this poem is not very good, the writing is okay. Of course, if the writing is not good, it cannot be compiled in the palace.

When He Zongwei waited until the praises of the crowd stopped, he also praised a few words.

But Fan Xian spoke at this moment: "It's not right, let's not talk about that, the whole article is full of rhetoric, without any intention."

Hearing this, He Zongwei stood up, and then took out his old work when he left his hometown.

I heard He Zongwei read: "Looking at the cloudy sky bank in the east, wearing white clothes and stepping on the frost and cold, Mo Dao is far away alone, and there are green mountains to see you off."

As soon as the poem was finished, the applause grew louder.

When Zhang Hao heard this poem, he also nodded. This poem is obviously better than Guo Baokun's by more than one grade.