"Ouch...that hurts."

The middle-aged man got up from the ground covered with peach petals, touching his buttocks. He had fallen and hit his buttocks on a stone, which made him grit his teeth in pain.

Nearby, there was also an eight or nine-year-old child who had fallen to the ground.

The child was unharmed and quickly got up, grabbing the middle-aged man's hand with a worried expression.

"Father, are you alright?"

"It's nothing serious, just a little sore buttock. How are you?"

The middle-aged man stared at his child.

Especially patting his head.

Finding no injuries, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately began to curse: "If you had hurt my son's head, I would have fought you to the death."

The child held his father's hand, his small figure with exceptionally bright eyes, looking around at the peach blossom grove, the clear stream flowing along the banks, the huge withered tree, and the beautiful garden.

There are also floating pavilions in the sky.

After observing for only a few seconds, the child concluded:

“Father, this is not Master Li’s home.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned, carefully looked around, patted the child's head, and said with a smile, "My son is still the smartest."

His son, Fang Zhongyong, was a recognized child prodigy in Jinxi County.

When Zhongyong was five years old, he had never seen writing tools before. One day, he suddenly cried and asked for them. His father was surprised and borrowed writing tools from the neighbor for him.

Zhong Yong immediately wrote four lines of poetry and signed his name.

His poems primarily focus on supporting parents and uniting the clan.

From then on, he could immediately compose a poem on any given subject, and the poems were both elegant and insightful.

The people of the same county were very surprised by this, and gradually they treated him as a guest, with some even spending money to obtain Zhongyong's poems.

Fang's father thought this was profitable, so he took him around to visit people in the same county every day and made a lot of money.

Just now, Master Li from Jinxi County invited Zhongyong to come and compose a poem. Knowing that Master Li's family was wealthy, Fang's father happily brought Zhongyong to Master Li's house.

However, just as he stepped into the doorway of Master Li's house, he lost his footing and fell into the peach grove.

Fang's father once took Zhongyong to the most luxurious mansion in Jinxi County, but none of them were as luxurious as this. The environment here was simply a paradise on earth, a fairyland.

Although he didn't know how he got there.

However, he guessed that wealthy people had brought them here to ask for poems, so he figured he would have to pretend to be hurt and ask for more money.

Fang's father already had a brilliant plan in mind.

Suddenly, I heard a loud "woof woof woof" sound coming from ahead. A dark black dog came into view and ran quickly toward me.

"Woof woof woof..." The black dog stopped two meters away from the two strange men, its eyes glowing green as a sign of welcome.

"Help! A leopard is going to eat people! Help!" When Fang's father saw a man in white walking behind the black dog, he had a sudden idea and deliberately shouted loudly.

He made a panicked expression, then fell backward and crashed onto the peach blossom ground.

Fang Zhongyong was completely bewildered, unable to understand his father's actions. It was clearly a black dog, so how could he call it a leopard?

The black dog was stunned: Am I a leopard? How come I don't know?

Li Ming thought the black dog had frightened the person who had fallen in, so he quickly went forward to help him up and said, "Brother, don't panic. This is just an ordinary black dog and it's not aggressive."

"You scared me to death!" Mr. Fang patted his chest, staring at the man's clothes, which were spotless—clearly a wealthy man. His eyes lit up, and he asked:

"Young man, you're the ones who brought us here, right? You're also here for poetry and paintings, aren't you? Let me tell you, my son is very expensive."

"Who are you?" Li Ming helped the man in white up, then let go of him, looking at the middle-aged man with some confusion.

"Stop pretending with me. You must have brought us here. You have to pay for this. There were stones on your floor that I tripped over, and your dog scared me. So, how do you want to compensate me?"

"Who are you?" Li Ming asked again.

"You don't recognize us?" Mr. Fang was stunned. He saw that the boy looked confused, but it didn't seem like he was pretending.

"I don't know you. I'd like to ask you how you got into my house. Are you thieves? Did you come to steal something from my house?" Li Ming felt that the man was trying to extort him, so he had no choice but to take the initiative.

For a moment, Mr. Fang was speechless. Yes, they had come here suddenly. If the owner of this house lost something and reported it to the authorities, wouldn't he be unable to clear his name no matter what?

He quickly pushed the child in front of him and said, "This is my child. He is extremely intelligent and precocious. He is skilled in calligraphy and painting and can write poems and couplets on objects at the age of five."

Li Ming stared at the child, who looked to be eight or nine years old, and found that the child did not resemble the description he had given him at all.

The child's father continued talking.

"He can do six things at once."

"He could draw circles with his left hand and squares with his right, recite articles word for word, and accurately count the number of sheep grazing. His mind was also busy, composing a poem and writing it neatly on a piece of paper on the ground with a pen held between his toes."

"He did these six different things at the same time, and he did each one very well, which amazed all who witnessed it."

"This is my child, isn't he amazing?"

Father Fang described his child, a child of extraordinary talent, a child who had astonished the entire Jinxi County, and who he believed would soon astound the entire Northern Song Dynasty.

Upon hearing this, the dog rolled its eyes.

Li Ming remained expressionless, staring at the eight or nine-year-old child who didn't seem very bright, appearing rather dull-witted. He concluded that the middle-aged man was simply spouting nonsense, bragging without any thought.

He was five years old when he could compose poems on any object, multitasking with his mind.

Do you think your child is a prodigy like Fang Zhongyong or Yuan Jia?

Are you kidding me!

The person who fell in this time is probably an oddball, completely different from Little Dragon Girl and Zhu Yuanzhang. However, Li Ming felt that things were getting a bit lively.

Because this middle-aged man is funny.

Seeing the black dog rolling its eyes, and the white-clad man's eyes full of disbelief, Mr. Fang straightened his back and proudly said:

“My son, Fang Zhongyong, is a child prodigy in Jinxi County.”

"Don't you even bother to find out how famous Fang Zhongyong is in Jinxi County? Everyone knows him."

"If you still don't believe me, I can let Zhongyong verify it himself. He can compose a poem on the spot and perform the feat of multitasking. However, the fee is very high, three hundred coins."

"I wonder if you can afford it?"

Fang's father's mouth was like a machine gun, rattling off words in one go.

The black dog was still rolling its eyes; sorry, it couldn't understand.

However, Li Ming's expression changed; it was one of astonishment. So it was you who made Fang Zhongyong just another ordinary person.