Before dawn the next day, Fan Zhongyan's passenger ship stopped at the village pier. His mother Zhang Sanniang changed Fan Ning's new clothes that she only wore during the New Year and gave her many instructions.

Fan Tiezhou remained silent.

Although he was reluctant to give up, his son was eight years old. He was certainly willing to go to the capital with his third grandfather in the church to open his horizons. This kind of opportunity is not something that ordinary people can encounter.

Fan Ning bowed to his parents and got on the boat. Fan Zhongyan walked out and smiled and said, "Don't worry! At most, I will send Ning'er back safely for a month and a half."

"Then please uncle three!"

Fan Zhongyan nodded, he waved his hand to the boatman, the passenger ship started, and drove towards the morning mist.

Zhang Sanniang watched her son disappear into the morning mist like milk, and her eyes slowly turned red.

Fan Tiezhou whispered: "We can't tell anyone about this, it's not good for Ning'er. If anyone asks, it's said that Ning'er has gone to his relative's house."

Zhang Sanniang nodded, "Then don't you say anything about your father?"

Fan Tiezhou smiled bitterly on his face. If his father heard this news, he would definitely be furious, so it would be better not to say it.

Thinking of his father's contempt for him, he couldn't help but sigh, "Ning'er, you must be good for your father!"

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The passenger ship slowly travels through the clear river.

Fanning sat by the boat window, carrying a small cloth bag with him, which contained two pieces of washing and changing clothes and two hundred cents of money, which was his only luggage.

Fanning likes the feeling of riding on a boat in the early morning. This quiet time makes him feel like he has returned to his previous life. Every bit of the previous life appears in his mind like flowing water.

He was an orphan in his previous life. He was famous for his outstanding memory in an orphanage. When he was eight years old, he was selected and entered a special school. A group of children with extraordinary memory like him wandered in the ocean of knowledge.

For a full ten years, he didn't know how much he had recorded, but an accident happened in the experiment a month ago.

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Fanning remembered another experiment a month ago to implant a neuron nanomemory chip into his brain. If it succeeds, the amount of knowledge stored in his brain will usher in a new era.

As a result, he became a pioneer and a martyr at the same time.

Fan Ning touched the back of his head with lingering fear, and couldn't help laughing. This was Fan Daidai's head. How could that chip still exist?

Fan Zhongyan sat opposite him, and he couldn't help but read the song "Ding Fengbo" yesterday. This poem is so well written! He pasted it and hung it in his study, reminding himself to face life open-mindedly.

This is such a magical child. Fan Zhongyan felt a lot of emotion. He almost missed this rare child prodigy yesterday.

At this time, the tea boy Xiaofu brought a pot of hot tea in. Fan Zhongyan poured the cup of hot tea, pushed the cup in front of Fanning with a smile, and pulled Fanning back from his memories of his previous life.

"Thank you, the third grandpa!"

Fanning pretended to be obedient, picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Ah!" He jumped up immediately, and a hot stream of hot water was put into his mouth. He was not vomiting or swallowing, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

I finally swallowed the tea and felt my tongue burned and numb.

He turned around and glared at Cha Tong Xiaofu with a fierce look. It must be this little brat who was deliberately making himself foolish.

Xiaofu covered his mouth and laughed, and slipped out with a grimace at him.

Seeing that Fan Zhongyan was embarrassed to drink tea, he couldn't help laughing.

"You have to take your time to drink tea, pay attention to careful savoring and swallowing slowly. You were too anxious just now!"

"I always drink it with a big scoop at home." Fanning muttered.

"You're not drinking tea, you're drinking cow!"

Fan Zhongyan smiled, picked up the tea bowl and blew it carefully, carefully sucked the tea, and then asked, "Have you ever thought about why I would take you to Beijing?"

Fanning smiled mischievously, "Maybe the third grandfather feels bored on the road, so I can take me with me to listen to the story of Marshal Tianpeng again."

Fan Zhongyan blinked and asked with a smile: "Will you pay for listening to the story?"

Fan Ning's face turned red. It turned out that my grandfather hadn't forgotten that one!

He thought about it and smiled slyly: "Usually, I have to collect money, but I am worried that I can only charge a penny and the third grandfather will not take it."

Fan Zhongyan pointed at him and scolded, "You little brat, are you a little rich fan? You haven't seen it before!"

After discovering that this grandfather of the cousin was not a scheming person, Fanning's little fox tail gradually revealed. He stopped pretending to be well-behaved and simply returned to his true nature.

Fanning lay on the board with his hands on his pillow, looking at Baiyun outside the window and said leisurely: "Have the third grandpa heard a word? Money is not omnipotent, but without money is absolutely impossible."

"Where did you hear this sentence?"

"I forgot the title of a miscellaneous book."

Fan Zhongyan pondered for a moment and said, "It is actually not a bad thing to like money. I was young and poor, and I couldn't even afford to eat porridge. At that time, I was like you. I hoped that I would have a lot of money when I grew up. Later, I experienced more things and gradually understood a truth."

"Is it a gentleman who loves money, and is it a good way to get it?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.

Fan Zhongyan was choked and pointed at him for a while and smiled: "You little slippery head, you are simply a worm in my stomach. I regret bringing you out now. Get off the boat quickly!"

Fanning pretended to be horrified and hugged the table legs tightly, "Three Grandpa, I'll tell you a story, it's free, I don't want a penny, can't it work?"

Fan Zhongyan was amused by Fan Ning's naughty appearance and couldn't help laughing. He suddenly realized that he liked Fan Ning more.

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The advantage of traveling by boat is that it is easy and comfortable, and there is no need to do anything to do, but the disadvantage is that it is slow. It is already dark when it arrives in Changzhou County, and the passenger ship docks and moors overnight.

The lights in the cabin have been lit, and there are only three of them in their group. In addition to Fan Zhongyan and Fan Ning’s grandparents and grandsons, there is also tea boy Xiaofu.

Xiao Fu and Fan Ning are the same age as Fan Zhongyan and are an orphan. They have been with Fan Zhongyan for two years and are in love with Fan Zhongyan as their grandparents and grandchildren.

In the cabin, Fan Ning and Xiao Fu were sitting under the lamp copying the copybook, but Fan Zhongyan sat on the side watching the two of them write.

Sad to speak, Fanning's handwriting is indeed very bad, like a deformed chicken feet, while Xiaofu's regular script is a hundred times more neat and beautiful than him.

However, it was precisely because Fan Ning's handwriting was so bad that Fan Zhongyan decided to take him to the capital.

He knew that Fanning's calligraphy would not be able to get into Yanying School no matter what, so he would use this time to give him some advice on writing.

Of course, he could also write a letter to Master Liu, but in that case, another excellent child would definitely be squeezed out. That was unfair and did not conform to his principles of Fan Zhongyan's work.

Fan Zhongyan sat aside and watched Fanning write. When he saw his writing vertically, he was like his legs shaking, trembling, and writing horizontally, like a person training his muscles, with unevenness on it, which was unbearable.

Fan Zhongyan finally couldn't help but flex his fingers and knocked Fan Ning's head, "I really don't understand you. Since you can write such excellent words, why are you so badly written?"

In fact, Fan Ning was also very annoyed. This was not his word at all, but Fan Daidai's word. A bad word was like a plaster that could not be torn off, stubbornly spreading himself.

"I practice! Isn't it okay if I practice hard?" Fanning poked the paper one by one with a fierce look.

Seeing that he was a little angry, Fan Zhongyan couldn't help laughing, and no longer affected Fan Ning's practice of calligraphy, so he sat aside and read a book.

At this time, Xiao Fu next to him laughed, "Actually, I have a quick way."

"What method, tell me!"

"If I say that, you will help me burn tea for half a month."

"Burn your head!"

Fanning beat him hard on the head with his pen in reverse, "I want to coax Mr. Fan to do things for you, you are still a little tender!"

"I really didn't lie to you!"

Xiaofu quietly said to Fanning: "This kind of rice paper is sticking together several layers, and it can become thinner the more you tear it. You tear it into a translucent shape and cover it on the copybook and write it. This way you will practice calligraphy quickly."
To be continued...