The General and the Little Talent [Rebirth]

In the Tang family, there is only Tang Cheng, the eldest son of a concubine, Tang Ruoshu, the eldest son, and a second son named Tang Dongling, who is just 15 years old, born of an aunt of Tang Yanliang.

"Master." Seeing Tang Cheng come out, Tang Dongling's eyes lit up, but he still stood at the door and did not dare to come in.

Usually, when Tang Cheng was still studying in the original courtyard, the aunts in this mansion privately called him Young Master Tang Cheng, because Tang Cheng's status was higher than them.This Tang Dongling was stupid since she was a child, and she couldn't memorize the three-character classic taught by her husband well. She looks like her aunt, with a round face, round eyes, and a pair of willow-leaf eyebrows are very beautiful.But Tang Yanliang didn't like it, so Tang Dongling stayed with his aunt all the time, which led to his petty temper now.

The young man looked very festive, wearing a light-colored long gown and a tulle gown over it. Seeing Tang Cheng waving at him, he couldn't help showing a happy expression, and shouted, "Master."

Big and small follow her aunt. Tang Dongling rarely sees Tang Cheng, and she doesn't know how to call her brother when she meets her. It sounds fun to follow her aunt and call her young master.

When the fat boy saw Tang Dongling with a round face like himself, he squinted his eyes for a while, nodded, and ran back into the house on his chubby legs. After a while, he came out with a steamed cake in his arms, and stretched out in front of Tang Dongling, " for you."

"This, is this the kind of delicious dim sum?" After all, Tang Dongling was still a teenager at heart, rubbing his hands and looking at Tang Cheng, "I ate all the dim sum that the young master sent to my aunt earlier, it's so delicious."

"I'll take it for you." Tang Cheng nodded, squeezed the fat baby's soft chubby hands, "Go and see how your bird is doing, take out the rhubarb, and probably go to the kitchen again."

"Yeah." Fat Baby nodded, the little fat boy wiped his hands on his bellyband, and ran away.

"Sit." Tang Cheng pointed to the chair next to him.

Tang Dongling was a little flattered, holding the teacup and didn't know what to do.Auntie is a peasant girl whom Tang Yanliang used to go to the countryside to collect rent. She looks like Tang Dongling, with a round face, which looks very pleasing.All these years in the Tang residence, she has been silently taking care of Tang Dongling.

But this aunt is good, she is content with her duty, knowing that she and her son are relatively stupid, so she asked Tang Dongling to establish a good relationship with Tang Cheng.

Regardless of whether the eldest lady can give birth to an heir or not, the Tang family will belong to Tang Cheng in the future. If he has a good relationship with Tang Cheng, he will have no worries about food and clothing in the future. This aunt is a sensible person.

"How about studying?" After waiting for a while, Tang Dongling stared blankly, Tang Cheng had no choice but to initiate the topic.

Speaking of studying, Tang Dongling frowned, "Sir always calls me stupid, I can't do my daily homework well, if Dad asks me, he will beat me."

"Bring the homework you read, and I'll help you mark it." Tang Cheng smiled, and finally found something to do.

Tang Dongling went back obediently. Tang Cheng took advantage of this time to visit Shaoyao. With Chisu taking care of her, her health has improved a lot.The other eight soldiers, Tang Cheng, did not let them idle, and helped tidy up the yard.Going to the kitchen again, an injured and limping white pigeon flew out, and even hit Tang Cheng's foot.

"Coo coo coo." The little black bean of the pigeon looked at the shoes, and continued to flap its wings, trying to stand on the shoes.

Bending down to pick up the pigeon, it turned upside down, but it felt heavier than before. Tang Cheng walked in, and a little milk tiger jumped out with its tail standing up, like a rolling pin.

"Father, grab it." The fat boy came running over, "It ate the meat rolls made of grass!"

"Wow." The little milk tiger was extremely fast, trying to slip away from Tang Cheng's feet.

Throwing the pigeon to the ground, Tang Cheng grabbed the little milk tiger by the tail, picked it up by the tiger's legs, and handed it to the fat boy who ran over, "Here, take it out for a beating. Did Tang Xin make meat rolls?"

Making meat rolls requires fine white flour, preferably flour made from wheat core, scalded with hot water, and kneaded into a dough.The thin skin is covered with a layer of minced meat, rolled up, steamed in a pan, and the taste is excellent.

"Young master, I tried to make one today, but it was snatched away by rhubarb." Tang Xin rubbed her hands and opened the cauldron on the stove, "This one is better."

So when the fat boy came back arrogantly after beating the little milk tiger, he saw Tang Cheng sitting on a chair, holding a long meat roll, and a bowl of rock sugar red date soup on the table.

"Father, I want to eat grass too." Dong Dong Dong ran over and threw himself into Tang Cheng's arms. The fat boy opened his mouth and gnawed on the meat roll in Tang Cheng's hand, his cheeks bulging, "It's delicious."

After leisurely eating the meat rolls, Tang Cheng strolled out and happened to meet Tang Dongling who came in with a stack of books.

The rules and regulations of the ancient imperial examinations were relatively strict, but in fact they were more technical. As long as you master certain rules, there is absolutely no need to study hard.Tang Cheng has the memory of this body, and the knowledge is still there, and he can find out that the imperial examination is not difficult by following his original memory method a little bit.

The difficult thing is how to hit the points of the marking officials. Tang Cheng's mastery skills are to hit these points.

"I'll give you some templates, you memorize them, and when you come back to write an article, write the templates first, and then fill in the content." Tang Cheng stood in front of the desk, took out a few white papers, and tapped.

Tang Dongling stepped forward obediently, picked up the brush, and listened to Tang Cheng's words, while writing small characters.If you have a good handwriting and a good roll, you can get impression points.

"Don't tell anyone about this. If your essay is good, if the master asks, he will carry me out." Tang Cheng waved his hand, signaling Tang Dongling to take the book back.

Small border towns are more respectful of literati. I have seen too many soldiers never return, and some of them can't even find their bodies. Everyone cherishes their lives.

"Genius doctor, the general sent someone to send a message to ask Chen Lifei how to deal with it." A tall and burly soldier in armor approached the study and said in a low voice.

"Press it first, it's still useful." Tang Cheng waved his hand.

Over there, Tang Yanliang didn't know his conscience had found out, and asked the boy to bring cloth and silver taels, saying that it was the young master's monthly money, which was [-]% higher than Tang Ruoshu's.

Over the years, the eldest lady has controlled Zhongfu. When Tang Cheng was studying, more than half of the monthly payment was always deducted. I didn't see Tang Yanliang say anything. Now...

Just thinking about why the scumbag father suddenly changed, Tang Cheng was pacing back and forth in the study, when suddenly a chubby soft dumpling rushed over and complained with his face raised: "Father, a rhubarb grass-grabbing bird."

"Why did you rob him? Let's beat him up." Tang Cheng picked up the fat baby and walked out.

Stretching out a fat finger to point to a small earth-colored milk tiger in the yard, the fat boy flattened his mouth, "The grass bird is drowning in the ditch."

"Pigeons can swim." Tang Cheng stroked Fat Boy's soft hair and walked over quickly, and he saw a gray pigeon floating in the temporary ditch.