Seeing that Li Ming's expression finally changed slightly.
That was astonishment, that was bewilderment.
very good.
That's a great expression.
Please continue to maintain this.
Mr. Fang was clearly quite pleased with himself. It seemed he had underestimated his son's fame. He hadn't expected that Zhong Yong's reputation had already spread beyond Jinxi County, and that he would surely become famous throughout the world in the future.
They might even ascend to the highest position of sainthood, on par with Confucius, and become a saint whose name is sung throughout the world.
He already possesses the qualities of a sage, and the day he becomes a sage is surely not far off.
At that time, he will be the father of a saint, and may even call himself the saint.
Thinking of this, he became even more elated, vaguely imagining high-ranking officials flattering him, the emperor visiting his home, and asking Zhongyong to compose a poem. Wouldn't that mean he would have an endless and inexhaustible source of wealth?
His reverie was suddenly interrupted by Li Ming's voice: "So it was you."
"You know me?"
Mr. Fang was surprised. This shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, it should be Fang Zhongyong who is famous, his own son. Could it be that he is also gradually becoming known to people?
"Natural cognition".
Li Ming stared at him speechlessly.
How could I not recognize you?
Li Ming remembers that when he was in the first year of junior high school, the first classical Chinese text he learned was "The Tragedy of Zhongyong".
It tells the story of Fang Zhongyong, a child prodigy who could compose poems on any object at the age of five. His talent was so extraordinary that he even suspected that Fang Zhongyong was a time traveler.
Because being able to compose poetry at the age of five is simply extraordinary.
Ultimately, the child prodigy was taken around by his father to make money instead of studying, and ended up just an ordinary person.
For some reason, even after so many years, when Li Ming thinks of the classical Chinese text "The Tragedy of Zhongyong," lines of text still come to mind:
Fang Zhongyong, a resident of Jinxi, came from a family of farmers. When Zhongyong was five years old, he had never seen writing materials before, but suddenly cried out for them. His father was astonished and borrowed some from a neighbor. Zhongyong immediately wrote a four-line poem and even wrote his own name…
It's truly a classic; without even thinking, the lines of text just pop into my head.
Mr. Fang said smugly, "Since we know each other, that's good. We're all acquaintances, so I won't hold it against you for bringing us here. However, I must first make it clear that no matter what tricks you play, it wasn't easy for me to come all this way. You'll have to pay at least three hundred coins to buy my son's poem."
He didn't want to have come all this way for nothing.
"No problem, money is not a problem, please come with me."
Li Ming pretended to agree to his request, but the dragon-patterned wooden plaque brought Fang Zhongyong and his father over; he must have had ulterior motives.
Through the stories of Xiaolongnü and Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Ming had already figured out the purpose of the dragon-patterned wooden plaque: to bring people over and make up for the regrets of these figures.
For example, Xiaolongnu's regret was being defiled by Yin Zhiping.
Zhu Yuanzhang's regret was the death of Zhu Biao.
We must make up for the regrets and make them even more perfect.
That's what he's going to do.
Of course, there will be a generous reward after the matter is resolved.
First, there's the improvement in the "Qi Cultivation Technique," and second, there are various immortal techniques and magical treasures, such as the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" and the Boundless Bowl. I now understand how to use the Boundless Bowl.
Now, he's very familiar with the place.
The solution to the problems of Fang Zhongyong and his father is probably not the same as that for Xiaolongnü and Zhu Yuanzhang.
Through his understanding of the book, Li Ming realized that Fang's father was poor, short-sighted, greedy for immediate gains, and ignorant, so he couldn't be fooled by the immortal's ruse.
We need to think of another way.
There's no clue yet, but the dragon-patterned wooden sign shows a 24-hour time.
A day should be enough for him to realize his mistake and turn back from the wrong path.
Li Ming walked and thought.
Fang's father, holding Fang Zhongyong's hand, followed behind the man in white, through the peach blossom grove, past withered trees, gazing at the pavilion in the air ahead, and onto the wooden bridge. The more he looked, the more he admired it, and he asked:
"Your houses are very well built, and the environment is beautiful. How much did it cost? I want to build one someday."
Mr. Fang felt that these houses could be built with money, but as for the dwellings of immortals, well, with his knowledge, he would never even consider that.
Li Ming didn't know how to answer. After thinking for a while, he was too lazy to explain and simply said, "It's not very expensive."
"That's good, son. We'll build a similar pavilion in the sky when the time comes." Father Fang held Fang Zhongyong's hand as they walked slowly across the wooden bridge.
"You shouldn't be able to build it?" Li Ming didn't want to discourage him, but he still told the truth.
"Can't it?" Mr. Fang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Money makes the world go round. As long as you have money, there's nothing you can't make. With money, you can do anything."
"We really can't build it," Li Ming said.
Fang's father did not refute, but stopped and looked at Fang Zhongyong, saying, "Son, take a close look and tell me if you can build this kind of suspended pavilion?"
Fang Zhongyong remained silent. He had noticed earlier that the pavilion the wooden bridge led to was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by clouds and mist.
At first, I was shocked. How could a pavilion be suspended in mid-air? This doesn't make sense.
Then I started thinking.
Now, he has made some progress.
"Son, say something." Seeing that Fang Zhongyong didn't speak, Fang's father shook his little hand. Son, be smart. Whether you can make money here depends on your performance.
“I think theoretically speaking, it’s entirely possible for a floating building to exist,” Fang Zhongyong said.
"How so?"
Li Ming stopped in his tracks, quite interested, wanting to hear how the legendary child prodigy would answer the question. The child was eight or nine years old, which should be the peak of his intelligence.
Because he only started to decline when he was twelve or thirteen, and it wasn't until he was twenty that he became just another ordinary person.
Eight or nine years old was definitely his peak period.
Fang Zhongyong calmly replied: "The book Guanzi says, 'Where there is a lodestone above, there is copper and gold below'; Guiguzi says, 'Those who observe words are like a lodestone attracting a needle'; Lüshi Chunqiu says, 'A lodestone attracts iron, or draws it in'; Fengshan Shu says that Emperor Wu of Han ordered people to make chess pieces with lodestone that would 'poke each other'; Huainan Wanbi Shu also says, 'Take chicken blood and grind it with a needle, mix it with lodestone, apply it to the head of the chess pieces, dry it in the sun, and place it on the board, and they will keep repelling each other'."
He went on and on, quoting a whole host of ancient texts, which greatly impressed Li Ming.
This child is only eight or nine years old.
Even a time traveler couldn't achieve this level of skill; he's a prodigy, a born prodigy.
Fang Zhongyong spoke for a while, then noticed that Li Ming and his father seemed a bit bewildered, their faces blank.
They must be in a state of not understanding.
He quickly reiterated the explanation in a way that a person could understand: "In general, all these books are talking about one thing: magnets can attract iron, while like poles repel each other."
According to this theory, many magnets can be used to create a field, and opposite magnets can be placed at the base of the pavilion. The pavilion will then be lifted up by the field created by the magnets, thus forming a pavilion in the air.
"That's awesome," Li Ming thought to himself.
Fang's father clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "My son, Fang Zhongyong, has the potential to become a sage!"
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