Chapter 2, the head was kicked by a donkey

Wang Lang is exaggerating the facts and shifting the blame onto that donkey. Otherwise, incidents related to questioning the teaching would surely occur, and after being kicked in the head by the donkey, one could certainly play the victim.

So, does this mean that the earlier generation of the family was not understanding

At this point, the little girl became interested, ran over, and saw Wang Fang take out a chicken leg and hand it over, "Quick, eat this."

This is what the ancients referred to as "raising a golden rooster with a斗米 (doumi)"; the efficiency is too low, the growth is too slow, and the costs are too high

In this way, the expression on Wu Qiong's face, the protective mother, became somewhat more pleasant

In ancient times, books were considered luxury items, and some impoverished scholars relied on borrowing to read. Even in later generations, when books became inexpensive industrial products, acquiring such a large collection would still require at least 150,000, and that is without considering the value of collectibles or the nature of "ancient texts".

Without imparting her supernatural abilities, two middle-aged men approached and said: "Young master, the master is looking for you in the study."

The origin of the idiom "having one's head kicked by a donkey" comes from me

Haha, this home is extremely interesting

The outstretched hand did not reach Wang Anshi's head due to insufficient height. This body is said to be ten years old, yet it appears to be at most eight years tall

Wang Anshi sat steadily and composedly, picked up one of the two chicken legs, and placed it in his grandmother's bowl, saying: "Mother, this is for you"

Wang Fang does not have any information about this beauty in his mind

Such a meager few do not resemble a powerful and prominent family

Wang Wang is quite speechless about this loli, you are not even a cultivation loli, how dare you say that to me

In fact, it was overthought; Old Wang was originally meant to be placed in Wang Lang's bowl

"Big Hu, teach me how to feed the chickens." The little girl felt energetic after having her fill.

Dear child, your father has been rather busy and has not been able to take care of you properly. Please do not hold it against me. I heard that you were kicked in the head by a donkey last night; are you feeling better now? Are you still having nightmares?

Wen'an is a little girl, and her name is Wang Wen'an. She is the youngest in the family and can also be called Wang Xiaoya or Erya

The somewhat fastidious young master Wang was inclined to slap the back of this person's head

At the beginning, Wang Lang saw almost all the information from this loli.

However, I heard the little girl happily say: "Father, you have returned."

Then he picked up the remaining one.

Fortunately, Wang Anshi cherished this only prodigious son, and this boy often exhibited astonishing behavior; he was a child who did not follow the conventional path

It is hard to imagine that this unremarkable and disheveled fat man is the future renowned Wang Anshi, who will be famous throughout the world. Even now, he is a powerful figure holding significant authority.

"Da Hong, are you doing this because your head was kicked by a donkey last night?" the little girl curiously asked after finishing her meal

Dad, my head has been seriously injured this time

These two individuals, one named Geng Tianji and the other Xu Langshan, were Wang Anshi's most trusted companions throughout his life

Wang Xiaoya clearly looked like she wanted to drool, but she was timid and only bit her finger to observe, not daring to take the chicken leg

In ancient times, chicken was considered an absolute luxury, and chicken soup was used as a "tonic". The average person could not afford it, so it cannot be said that Wang Anshi was too frugal. To be able to present two chicken legs at a banquet was, for him, a demonstration of responsibility towards his family

The old woman is Wang Anshi's mother. As a result, Wang Fang had no choice but to fulfill his filial duties, trying his best to sweet-talk the elderly lady, which in turn made her smile from ear to ear. She praised, "The grandson has become sensible and has a clear understanding."

Wang Lang was suddenly filled with horror

Do not be mischievous, you have eaten quite a bit, let Huahua have some

Especially the idle gossip I happened to hear before going home, Wang Anshi, who was already under a lot of pressure, truly wanted to cry

He stood up and said, "Bring Wen'an in to eat."

From this, Wang Lang realized that Wang Xiaoya was not Wu Qiong's biological child. Instead, she was the young beauty sitting at the table who dared not speak. The young beauty was a concubine.

Even in a state of great fatigue, Wang Anshi's paternal instinct immediately manifested on his face as he hurried to take Wang Fang's pulse

It is evident that Wang Anshi is a person of great stature; after surveying the surroundings, he was the first to pick up his chopsticks and said, "Let us eat."

The son, neither too big nor too small, touching his father's occiput is quite strange, somewhat out of order

Even vegetarian dishes are subject to a rationing system, with the Demon King Dad having the final say. The astute Wang Anshi appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, Wang Lang noticed that he had added more vegetables to the little girl's bowl.

Wang Wang pulled her fingers out of her mouth and replaced them with a chicken leg.

"No, I am feeding the chickens. If the chickens do not grow, I will be scolded." She appeared very dedicated.

Upon entering the study, I found that both sides were lined with tall, three-dimensional bookshelves, filled to the ceiling with books. It resembled a small library

It is no wonder that the future generation of the Demon King, Wang Anshi, will sigh at the changes of time, saying, "A just official finds it difficult to resolve family matters"

Most scholars in ancient times had some understanding of medical principles. Wang Anshi was a great scholar; apart from the imperial physicians in the capital, ordinary doctors could certainly not compare to him.

Thus, in this hall filled with the atmosphere of books, Wang Fang first thought of "spending three generations of wealth on a single-lens reflex camera." It turns out that the money in our family has been used by the demon king father to indulge in luxury goods.

Put it down! That is mine!

Where are so many insects for them to eat, it is the carefree appearance of Er Ya, guiding the little chicks to eat rice with her mouth sounds

What about the main dish

The young beauty looked at Er Ya's eating habits with great sympathy. Unfortunately, she could not speak; a concubine in the Song Dynasty originally held little status. Her qualification to sit at the table and eat was already due to Wang Anshi's departure from the corrupt Confucianism.

As Wang Lang was contemplating this, he performed a hat trick, hiding the chicken leg, while also pondering why his family was so stingy

Wang Lang, with the appearance of a mischievous yet clever child, gently pats his loving father's head

What are you still dawdling for

The expression on Wang Anshi's face at the dining table was truly remarkable, a typical amalgamation of a henpecked husband, a miser, overflowing with affection yet utterly powerless.

"Er Ya, come here." Wang Lang began to summon the little girl.

Wang Anshi said: "Children should not be mischievous"

It is truly delicious, and the little girl feels that this is essentially equivalent to the New Year

In the afternoon sunlight, many little native chickens are running around in the yard, searching for insects on the ground

However, after some explanation, she is stating the facts

Immediately following this, Wang Fang nearly fainted. Not only had last night's supplements been embezzled, but now I was being treated to plain and simple meals? Aside from the common items such as vegetables and radishes, there was only a clay bowl containing two chicken legs.

After a brief diagnosis, Wang Anshi found it strange. The previous condition of the patient had always been characterized by excessive heart fire, leading to a deficiency of spirit, which in turn resulted in severe insomnia and frequent dreams, causing a gradual decline in mental acuity. No treatment seemed effective, and this had been a lingering concern for Wang Anshi for many years

The beautiful mother Wu Qiong looked at Wang Xiaoya's eating manner, revealing a hint of barely perceptible disdain

As I contemplated the surroundings, the voice of Wang Anshi entered my ears

It is said that yesterday a group of firelight fell upon the Wang family, causing Wang Lang to be frightened and run about in a panic. As a result, he accidentally fell down, and a startled donkey kicked him on the head, which is the reason for his unconsciousness

After tidying up a bit, I went out with the little girl and encountered a middle-aged fat man. He looked very disheveled, with a dirty appearance.

Only then did Er Ya kick the little rooster away with one foot, and scatter some rice on the ground for the other two little hens to eat

Although Wang Lang can now speak without being burned to death, he can still be beaten to death, so he can only watch and think.

At the dining table, there is an elderly grandmother, a disheveled father, and a beautiful mother named Wu Qiong. Additionally, there is a young woman with an outstanding figure.

However, it is quite strange now; my son's pulse is steady and strong, and his heart fire symptoms have surprisingly improved without medication, yet his behavior and actions are somewhat eccentric

The astute Old Wang certainly noticed some changes in his son; he observed them but chose not to say much for the time being, merely stating, "Everyone, take a seat."

Wang Wang regained his senses, and at that moment, the voice of his loving father was very pleasant to hear. Meanwhile, his words conveyed a message: during his youth, Wang Wang had already begun to experience some mental issues, often plagued by nightmares

It is evident that if it were not for the grandmother's old age and the frailty of the precious son, relying on the lewd style of the demon king father to expect him to bring the chicken for consumption would be a matter of life and death for him

Yes, this famous quote actually comes from Wang Anshi, a great thinker and reformer

Upon hearing that it was time to eat, Er Ya clapped her hands joyfully, hopping with excitement. In her life, mealtime was the happiest moment. ... Our father said that there are many people in the world whose bowls are empty ...

This is what is called a family of scholarly lineage, and the price is money. No wonder our family cannot produce grand dishes

"Come, let me teach you how to feed chickens." To help alleviate the pressure on his father, An Shi, and to achieve political accomplishments, Wang Fang decided to start with the breeding industry.

The so-called aroma of books truly exists; the paper of books, after a certain number of years, emits a rich scent reminiscent of raw wood. At the same time, since they are luxury items, their maintenance involves many considerations, including the placement of various expensive spices throughout the bookshelf, which serve to absorb moisture and repel insects

Wang Anshi is truly a brilliant mind, no wonder he was able to incite the emperor and oppose the entire bureaucracy of the realm in the future

Wang Anshi appeared obviously fatigued, yet he noticed his beloved son had a strange expression. He then squatted down and gently asked, "What is it, my dear?"

After the command was given, Wang Xiaoya buried her entire little face in the large earthen bowl to eat. She was so gluttonous yet did not pick up any vegetables, so Wang Fang believed there was only one explanation: she was afraid