The disgraced official I took care of was actually Zhu Houcong's childhood friend.

Chapter 209

The Tang family couldn't understand it, but they also realized that Zhou Chu's identity was definitely not as simple as a Jinyiwei commander.

At this moment, both the Tang family and Tang Bohu's other relatives understood one thing: this young man in front of them should not be provoked.

They even thought about many things. In previous years, Tang Bohu was not considered wealthy. He disappeared for several years, and no one knew where he went. He reappeared in Suzhou Prefecture more than half a year ago.

At that time, Tang Bohu suddenly became very wealthy, and the entire Tang family mansion was no longer comparable to what it used to be.

It was for this reason that many of Tang Bohu's relatives set their sights on his family fortune.

Having witnessed the extraordinary status of these people, some began to wonder: Could Tang Bohu's remarkable success over the past six months be inextricably linked to his disciple?

However, they are destined to get nowhere and can only indulge in wild fantasies.

"This little guy is my newly adopted son. His original name was Xu Wei, and I gave him another name, Tang Mo. I will keep both of these names for him from now on."

Tang Bohu picked up Xu Wei and introduced him to everyone.

It is not unusual for a person to have two names. Many literary figures originally had only one name, but they would give themselves an alias or nickname, which is an elegant thing to do.

"Tang Mo? Could it be that this little guy has a talent for painting?"

Wen Zhengming, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask.

Tang Bohu smiled smugly upon hearing this.

"The weighing instrument is right. This little guy is indeed a prodigy. He's very clever. Just a couple of days ago, he picked up a pen and started drawing on his own."

As Tang Bohu spoke, he took out a painting and displayed it to everyone.

Everyone was taken aback when they saw the painting before them.

Those present, including Wang Yangming, Yan Song, and Zhang Cong, all had some knowledge of painting.

The painting before me, though completely haphazard and devoid of any technique, lacking any overall structure, is a childlike work of art. Yet, the brushstrokes are remarkably precise, each one landing precisely where it should.

It feels like two people are painting the same picture. One of them has studied painting for many years and has excellent painting skills. He paints the picture step by step.

But the other person had never studied painting before, and every stroke landed in unexpected places. Yet the final result was in no way inferior to the one who had studied for many years, and even possessed a charm that others did not have in some aspects.

That's talent; a natural, keen sense for drawing.

Is this really drawn by the little guy who looks just over one year old?

At this moment, everyone was filled with doubt, but the childlike innocence in the painting was something none of them could recreate.

"Following you is a bit of a waste."

Wen Zhengming looked at Tang Bohu and sighed.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Bohu was immediately displeased.

"I have never seen such talent in painting as this little guy. However, apart from Bo Hu, no one in this world can teach him. Even Bo Hu may not be able to teach him well. Everyone has their own path. The best way for this little guy to walk his own path is to let him walk his own path."

Zhu Zhishan added.

Tang Bohu, unusually, did not refute these words.

No matter how beautiful other people's clothes are, they are still other people's clothes and may not suit you. Only by making clothes that are uniquely your own can you find the most suitable clothes for yourself.

This saying is especially apt when applied to the art of painting; without one's own style, one will ultimately be relegated to a lower level.

"Don't worry, I'll only teach him the basics; he can figure out the rest on his own."

“I can teach him to write.”

Wen Zhengming was also delighted at this moment; how could he ignore such a perfect piece of jade?

"Let's talk about it in a few years. He's still so young."