Fang's father's laughter echoed around them, his face full of pride. This was his family's child prodigy. If Confucius were alive, he would definitely have Zhongyong compete with him, and who would win would be unknown.

He has always been very arrogant.

When Zhongyong put his theory into words, he became even more arrogant, feeling as if his son Zhongyong was invincible.

His laughter was so wild that the black dog sitting on the ground barked and looked at him with a crazy expression, thinking that Fang's father was somewhat insane.

"Indeed impressive. He can explain the theory in a reasonable and well-founded way, and his logic is so clear. He truly deserves to be called a prodigy. But I have a question." Li Ming looked at Fang Zhongyong.

Mr. Fang stopped laughing and said, "Don't be shy, ask me anything, my son can answer."

"Please speak," Fang Zhongyong said, looking up and squinting.

"You just mentioned a bunch of ancient books, including Guanzi, Guiguzi, and Lüshi Chunqiu..." Li Ming had almost forgotten the last few.

Fang Zhongyong pointed out: "There are also the Fengshan Book and the Huainan Wanbi Technique."

"Yes, you used these books to prove the theory of magnets, but as far as I know, your Fang family has been farming for generations. Even if you are a prodigy, you couldn't have come up with this knowledge out of thin air."

"You don't know this," Mr. Fang said, still beaming with pride.

“My son was five years old and learned to write poetry without a teacher. His talent was so great that it shook the village. When he was six, the wealthy Wang family in Jinxi County invited my son Zhongyong to write a poem.”

Zhong Yong immediately composed a poem based on an object, which shocked Master Wang.

Master Wang greatly admired my son and thought he had a bright future. He then made an exception and opened his study, saying it was for my son to study.

Zhongyong studied there for half a year, but I found it pointless. My son is so smart, why should he study? Isn't it a waste of time?

Fang Zhongyong said shyly, "I found these books inside. I was just lucky to see books about magnets. Actually, I haven't read many books."

Master Wang's study was filled with books, but after reading only a little, his father said there was no need to study any further.

I remember my father saying something back then: "Books are for fools. Smart people often learn without a teacher. There's no need for a prodigy like him to study."

Li Ming thought for a while and said, "This Master Wang you mentioned, does he also have a nephew named Wang Anshi?"

Mr. Fang nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Master Wang is Wang Anshi's uncle."

Speaking of which, Wang Anshi was the same age as my son Zhongyong. Unfortunately, this child was far less intelligent than my son Zhongyong and seemed a bit dull-witted.

Moreover, Wang Anshi was a stubborn man. When he came to Jinxi County to visit his father, he never put down his book. Wasn't he a bookworm?

This person's future achievements will certainly not surpass those of my son, Zhongyong.

Perhaps he will live a mediocre life and achieve nothing.

"My son is truly remarkable; he possesses the qualities of a sage!"

Mr. Fang emphasized it again, as if he was afraid that Li Ming wouldn't know.

Upon hearing this, Li Ming was speechless, because the short-sighted Fang's father had no idea of ​​Wang Anshi's future achievements. Wang Anshi was intelligent from a young age and loved reading.

He particularly loves reading, to the point of being obsessed with it.

He also has a photographic memory and can write fluently.

He wrote books and established the "Jinggong New Learning".

He once used the "Five Elements Theory" to explain the origin of the universe, enriching and developing the ideas of naive materialism.

In literature, he was listed among the "Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties" and his style was known as "Wang Jinggong Style".

Wang Anshi was the most famous politician, writer, thinker, and reformer of the Northern Song Dynasty.

It's laughable that such a remarkable person was "predicted" to be so mediocre by Fang's father, and that he would live a life of mediocrity. It seems that Fang's father was indeed short-sighted and ignorant.

Seeing a smile on Li Ming's lips, Fang's father asked in confusion, "What are you smiling about?"

Li Mingdao said, "I think Wang Anshi will achieve great things in the future, perhaps far surpassing your son Fang Zhongyong, and becoming an outstanding figure, a person who will be praised and celebrated."

“Impossible, my son Fang Zhongyong has the potential to be a sage.”

"Can you please stop saying that all the time?" Li Ming almost laughed.

Fang's father was still full of pride: "Wang Anshi is not smart enough and will definitely not achieve much in the future. But my son Fang Zhongyong is different. He can compose poems on objects at the age of five and can do six things at once. Many sages are sages because they had the potential to be sages from the beginning."

"Let's go in and have a seat first."

Li Ming didn't want to argue with him, feeling that Fang's father was a malignant tumor that had to be removed.

Otherwise, the prodigy would definitely be ruined by him.

Father Fang could naturally notice Li Ming's expression and said, "Don't disbelieve me, just wait and see. In a few years, my son will surely shine brightly and illuminate this world, right, Zhongyong?"

Not hearing Zhong Yong's reply, Fang's father turned to look at him and saw that his gaze was fixed on Li Ming's waist.

Mr. Fang was furious and shouted, "Zhongyong, what are you looking at? I just asked you a question!"

Fang Zhongyong snapped out of his daze and looked up at his father: "Father, what's wrong?"

Mr. Fang said, "Why are you always daydreaming? What are you thinking about? Don't embarrass your father."

What's wrong with this son? He's been distracted twice since we got here. If this continues, even with his guidance, he won't be able to make it work.

"Are you looking at this?" Li Ming pointed to the dragon-patterned wooden plaque at his waist.

"Hmm." Fang Zhongyong nodded. Ever since he noticed the wooden plaque at Li Ming's waist, he had been staring at it, pondering it deeply.

"What's so interesting about this?" Li Ming couldn't understand.

What are the two characters on the wooden sign?

Fang Zhongyong had noticed it long ago, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what the character was.

He had never seen it.

Upon hearing his words, Li Ming was completely stunned.

Now he was certain that the child was definitely a prodigy.

A child, in a state of confusion, is particularly curious about things he doesn't recognize, and he even tries to think about them.

Although it is a very small detail, for an eight or nine-year-old child, it is undoubtedly a prodigy level of genius, if given the right guidance.

This person may indeed become a saint someday.

This child has given him so many surprises that Li Ming was also a little excited. He took the dragon-patterned wooden plaque from his waist, handed it to him, and said:

"You like it, right? But I can't give it to you. I can only lend it to you to play with. If you can decipher the words on it, I'll give you a reward." Li Ming bent down and patted his head, saying.

The numbers displayed above are Arabic numerals, and currently show "24".

Li Ming felt that Fang Zhongyong couldn't possibly recognize it; it was written in later characters. If he could recognize it, he must be a time traveler.

"I will do my best." Fang Zhongyong accepted the dragon-patterned wooden plaque with both hands.

"What's the reward? My son needs to help you decipher the words on it, so the reward can't be low." Although Mr. Fang didn't know what it was, he wasn't interested, as long as he got paid.

"Stop thinking about money all the time."

"If I don't want to think about money, then what do I want to think about?"