In other words, Fan Jin studied poetry and books all his life, pursued fame and fortune, and studied hard at a cold window for more than a few decades. When he was old, he had not yet got an official position, let alone an assistant and a share of the yuan. He was often laughed at by his neighbors. Fan Jin was sad and resentful for a while, but he was seriously ill and died. Fan Jin had no children under his knees, only his adopted stepson, named Li Fan. Fan4 jin4 called Li Fan to come over and said,' Lear, my father's life was mediocre, and he didn't have much money on him before he died. This is the only shabby house, and my father has not yet found an official position in his life. My father will send all his hopes to you. I hope you can get a good position in three years, and you will be able to clear the magistrate of a county for ten thousand years. You must read a lot of books. We are scholars, not the same as others. We are lofty and knowledgeable. Never again, he ended his sad life of blindly pursuing fame and fortune, and Li Fan also agreed ...
On the second day after Fan Jin was buried, Li Fan was sent to school by the butcher's girl and his adoptive mother.
' Buddha said ... Buddha said ...' Li Fan recited the famous aphorism of the literati.
' Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, everyone, look at that nerd. He's such a nerd. Every day, he knows Buddha's saying, Buddha's saying, it's really ... Ha ha ha, laughing me to death ...'
' You are Fan Jin's son, right? Don't be like your father. I advise you to go home and raise pigs and herd cattle.
' Buddha said ... there was a son of Fan Jin in ancient times, and he often talked about Buddha said, but he never achieved anything in the end ... See if my poem is good, hahaha ...'
The children's jeers are endless, like a raging river rolling eastward and flowing into Li Fan's ears. Li Fan was timid by nature and went home to find his foster mother in tears, no matter how her foster mother played, Fan Li did. Fan Li taught himself by reading while herding cattle ...
Many years have passed, and the past is like smoke. When Li Fan came of age, he stepped into his father's old path and went to get fame. Li Fan's mother borrowed money from her east neighbor and her west neighbor, and finally made up the travelling expenses. With tears in her eyes, she handed the travelling expenses to Fan Li, who took food for a few days and set off.
above the examination room, the examiner asked,' Who are the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties?'
Li Fan raised his pen on a roll of paper and wrote,' Liu Zongyuan, Ceng Gong, Ouyang Xiu, Wang Anshi, Su Shi, Su Shu, Su Xun, Han Yu.' Numerous typos, messy paper, but the examiner read full of praise, kept praising Li Fan's words vigorous and powerful.
In this way, when Li Fan passed the exam to learn about Yuan, the applicant went to Fan Li's house to report the good news, and he almost couldn't get into the house-the neighbors of Fan Li's family had already surrounded Fan Jin's house, and the threshold was about to be trampled, and they were trying their best to climb the relationship.
' Mrs. Fan is so blessed, so blessed. Don't forget me when Li Fan becomes an official in the future.'
' Fan Li is really talented, and Mrs. Fan is so blessed.'
' here comes the reporter, here comes the reporter ...'
Mrs. Fan has long been boasted to be delirious. When she saw her son dressed in a master's costume, she fell down, her face was covered with dirt, her hair was messy, and she was very embarrassed. Her eyes turned and she said,' Great, my son won, my son won ...' She clapped her hands and couldn't help it.
' Mrs. Fan doesn't matter. Zuo was just carried away by the news and phlegm came up.' It is not surprising that the reporter has a face and speaks very skillfully.
Li Fan finally inherited his father's long-cherished wish, gained fame, and pursued fame and fortune blindly. This fate is hard to get rid of, and it will be repeated and inherited by countless people, generation after generation, generation after generation ... Label: Fan Jin