"The first is the nature of youth, and the second is the rebellious heart." Luo Hefu still bowed his hands and replied neither arrogantly nor humblely.
Luo An thought for a while and asked: "I know the nature of young people, but what is the rebellious psychology?"
"It is the so-called thirteen-year-old boy, when his personality is independent, so the rebellious character is the strongest," Luo Hefu replied, still neither arrogant nor humble, "Instead of blocking, it is better to clear the way. The rebellious heart comes from a book have witnessed."
"It makes sense. It's better to block than to open up." Luo An nodded, suddenly changed the subject and asked: "But in your heart, this old scholar has never heard of it?"
"This book is the "Journal of Zhaojiazhuang University" published by Zhaojiazhuang Academy. The main person who reads the book is the Master. Of course, my uncle did not see it." Luo Hefu replied without being arrogant or humble.
"It turned out to be a book against Master, no wonder I can't see it." Hearing this, Luo An couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Luo Hefu bowed again and said: "This is written by the little saint. It will be compiled into a volume in the future, and my uncle will see it soon."
It turns out that there is so much knowledge in educating young people. It seems that you really have to live and learn.
"I heard that the little saint is only eleven years old, and he actually knows so much knowledge. He is indeed a disciple of the gods." Luo An pondered for a while and couldn't help but sigh.
Luo Hefu nodded and said: "This hall of punishing evil and promoting good has a strong educational effect, so Ying'er came out and repented for what he had done in the past."
"Sure enough, it is worthy of being one of the three treasures of Jingyan." Luo An? nodded, finally agreeing with Luo Hefu's previous statement, which can be regarded as indirectly acknowledging the role of the Hall of Punishing Evil and Promoting Good.
He is the eldest clan leader, the old clan leader, and his son is the new clan leader, which can be regarded as setting the tone for the Hall of Punishing Evil and Promoting Good.
The other rooms finally breathed a sigh of relief. If the older room insists on not going to the Hall of Punishing Evil and Promoting Good, can they go?
At most, they can only go secretly in private, just like Luo Hefu.
After all, they are a noble family, and the noble family's face is not important, and the pride of the noble family determines that they must be aloof.
When Luo Tang received what Luo Ying handed over was still a full amount of copper coins, he couldn't help but be shocked and asked: "Ying'er, you don't have any money?"
"My grandson spent fifty cents, and my uncle said that he used the fifty cents to execute his nephew." Although Luo Ying was still kneeling on the ground, she still bowed respectfully to Luo Hefu.
Luo Moushi took out the money and gave Wanfu a gift to Luo He: "Thank you, uncle."
"You're welcome, my nephew, it's a matter of course for me to do it." Luo Hefu hurriedly stepped aside and returned the courtesy.
Luo Yun rolled his eyes, bowed his hands and said, "Thank you Ziyu, it's been a big help."
"Ziwu is too polite, it's just a little effort." Luo Hefu stepped aside and let him go. How could he accept the gift of a clan leader?
Luo Yun was still respectful and asked solemnly: "Is there a genius disciple in Ziyu's class?"
"Is that the disciple of the Zhaimen that Ziwu mentioned?" Luo Hefu couldn't help but turn pale with shock, his face full of embarrassment. This disciple was not taught by him, but by his sister.
Luo Yun nodded and winked at Luo Mou.
His wife hurriedly came to Luo Yun, and the couple bowed to Luo Hefu together.
Luo Hefu suddenly felt bad and was about to speak.
When Luo Yun saw Luo Hefu opening his mouth, he understood and refused, saying hurriedly: "Ying'er listens to Ziyu very much, so Ying'er will trouble Ziyu."
After Luo Yun finished speaking, he and Luo Mou bowed to Luo Hefu and solemnly handed their son over to Luo Hefu.
Luo Hefu had a wry smile on his face. He didn't teach his genius disciple to him, but the patriarch and his wife thought he did.
This must be told truthfully, Luo Hefu said: "This genius disciple was not taught by me, but by his sister."
"How old is my sister that she can teach younger brothers all over the world?" Luo Yun thought he was refusing and said hurriedly, "Ying'er just obey Ziyu's discipline, Ziyu shouldn't refuse."
Luo An was also stroking his beard and said: "A poor family can produce geniuses, so why can't my family produce geniuses? Ziyu, please don't refuse."
The patriarch and the old patriarch spoke together. Luo Hefu could not recommend him, so he could only accept his nephew as a disciple with a wry smile.
Luo Hefu knew how talented disciples emerged. It was the Zhang brothers who learned tadpole writing from their elder sister.
It seems that I really need to learn the little saint's tadpole essay as soon as possible, otherwise I will be embarrassed.
Losing one's own face is a small matter, losing face to one's clan is a big deal, and losing face to a family is even bigger.
Less than three miles away from the Luo family, there was also a noble family.
The layout of the house is similar to that of the Luo family, and there is also a two-foot-high archway with the name Hou family on it.
The only difference is that this family covers an area of nearly one hundred acres.
Elder Hou Wanping has been having trouble sleeping these days and has been thinking about one thing. Now he regrets it to death.
He has a young son, Hou Hua, who was born when he was nearly fifty years old.
Of course, this one was not born to his wife, but to his concubine.
Although he was born to a concubine, since he was the one who had the son when he was old, it can be said that he has always been raised as a relegated son, and can even be said to be doted on.
Seeing that he doted on his young son so much, his wife Hou Wanshi reminded him many times, saying: "Guardian, parents' love lies in their hearts, not their mouths."
My wife is not from a noble family, but is the daughter of a noble family.
If his wife came from a noble family, how could he take concubines in such a big way?
"My husband knows this, and he has his own sense of propriety." He never paid attention to his wife's persuasion.
After all, this is not the madam’s biological child, but the concubine’s. How can one not be jealous of the madam’s old age and declining appearance?
Seeing the expression and tone of his voice, the lady knew that he had just dealt with the matter, so she could only sigh.
Under his unknowing connivance, this son's temper became increasingly violent and even weird.
When he was seven years old, he lifted up the skirt of a maid, when he was eight years old, he peeked at the widow taking a bath, when he was nine years old, he put caterpillars on his sister's body, and when he was ten years old, he put snakes in the cabinet.
At this time, he thought of the meaning of what he said, but it was already night and the youngest son was already eleven years old.
At this time, the housekeeper Hou Shoujia came in tremblingly, his voice trembling, "Official, official."
"What happened?" Hou Wanping was in a bad mood now, and his tone became stern without realizing it.
Hou Shoujia lowered his head deeply and said hesitantly: "Little Prince, Little Prince, Little Prince."
"Speak directly if you have anything to say, I can bear it." Hou Wanpingka's eyes flashed, and his voice unknowingly increased to curse.
When the housekeeper heard Hou Wanping suddenly raise his voice, he felt even more ashamed. The official entrusted Nuo Da's family to him to take care of, but he failed to manage it well, which led to this kind of thing.
But the housekeeper can't be blamed for this. Thinking of this, Hou Wanping's voice became softer unconsciously, and he said in as gentle a voice as possible: "Say it, I'm listening."
Hearing that Hou Wanping's voice finally softened, the housekeeper Hou Shoujia said: "The young man put a basin of water on the door. The master opened the door and got wet. What should I do?"
It's winter now, and my wife is old. A cold is a trivial matter, but if someone commits a murder, it's a big deal.
As soon as Hou Wanping slapped the table, the tea cup jumped up from the table and then fell on the table.
The hot tea flowed out of the teacup, flowed along the table and onto his robe, but he didn't seem to notice it.
His face suddenly turned pale, then turned red again, his eyes darkened, and he said: "You are a traitor, you are a traitor."
Before he finished speaking, he fell softly.
The housekeeper shouted anxiously, and his son, Hou Guangzu, the current clan leader, hurried in.
The Hou Guang clan is only forty-five years old now, and he has just become the clan leader.
Hearing that his father suddenly fainted, he looked at the housekeeper bitterly. If the housekeeper's words hadn't stimulated him, how could his father be so angry?
Hou Guangzu pinched Hou Wanping's body and hurriedly called the housekeeper to call the doctor.
The housekeeper knew that he had made a big mistake and was eager to leave. He hurriedly called for the doctor.
After the Hou Guang tribe kept pinching people, Hou Wanping finally woke up leisurely.
Although Hou Wanping woke up, his eyes seemed to have no vision and he was staring blankly at the roof.
Hou Guangzu called his maid and asked her to give him a cup of ginseng tea.
Seeing that his father was still looking blankly at the roof, Hou Guangzu had no choice but to take the ginseng and feed his father tea one sip after another with a spoon.
Hou Wanshi also came in at this time, followed by his concubine Hou Liushi.
Hou Guangzu glared at Mr. Liu hatefully, and then focused his attention on his father.
Although Hou Liu is Hou Wanping's concubine, she is actually about the same age as Hou Guang.
At this time, when she saw Hou Guangzu's eyes, she felt a little aggrieved.
Didn't the "Three Character Classic" say that if the son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault? How can this be blamed on me?
Hou Guangzu took one look at Hou Liu and saw her struggling, and he sighed in his heart. He really couldn't blame her for this.
He stepped forward and bowed to his mother and young lady, and said, "I have seen my mother, and I have met my young lady."
Hou Wanshi nodded, Hou Liushi returned the courtesy and said she didn't dare, which made her feel better.
Hou Wanshi looked at Hou Wanping and asked anxiously: "How is the official doing?"
Hou Liu is a concubine, so naturally it is not her turn to speak.
Although she didn't speak, there was even more worry in her eyes.
Her fate is tightly tied to Hou Wanping. If Hou Wanping is gone and he meets a bad wife, he may be kicked out of the house.
"It's hard to say, I'd better wait for the doctor to tell me." After hearing his mother's question, Hou Guangzu shook his head and said.
With the sound of running, the doctor finally arrived.
The doctor Cheng Jie felt Hou Wanping's pulse, looked at his eyes and his face, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Seeing the most famous doctor in Yanting Town shaking his head, the Hou Guang clan couldn't help but be shocked.
He bowed his hands in salute, his eyes turned red, and said: "My father was stimulated and is a little unconscious. I ask the doctor to find a solution."
"It's hard to explain this disease to the elderly." Cheng Jie nodded, then shook his head and said, "This disease is different from other diseases."
"Please doctor, please think of a way." Hou Guangzu begged.
"How do you say this? The old man's disease is not a physical disease, but a heart disease. Heart disease requires the heart to heal. It is not the effect of medicine and stone." Cheng Jie said a prescription that was not a prescription.
"As long as my father can be cured, any method will do." Hou Guangzu bowed again.
Cheng Jie thought for a while and said, "Existence has thought of a way, I wonder if you are willing to adopt it."
Hou Guangzu couldn't help but be overjoyed and said: "Thank you, doctor, of course I am willing to adopt it."
"The answer lies with Hou Guangshi." Cheng Jie suddenly said a person's name.
The Hou Guang clan couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and Na Na asked: "What, Ziyi can actually save my father?"
"Indeed." Cheng Jie nodded, his tone extremely affirmative.
But he is not a doctor, so how can he be treated?
