I saw the carriage heading towards the village from a distance. Several people guarding the pillar at the entrance of the village shouted excitedly and ran towards the village in a hurry.

"Muramasa, there is a carriage, Xiaoyu must be back."

"Wencheng is sitting on the carriage shaft, Muramasa, this matter must be done."

"Haha, Xiaoyu still has face!"

The villagers who were squatting under the big banyan tree suddenly stood up, their eyes shining. If Muramasa hadn't stopped them, these twenty or thirty people would have probably run to the entrance of the village to block people.

Muramasa couldn't help but smile on his face, which had been tense all day, "Okay, don't get stuck, let the carriage enter the village first."

The carriage finally stopped outside the courtyard gate. Zhan Wencheng and the coachman unloaded all the gifts from the carriage and brought them into the house. From cloth to tea, cakes, and the four treasures of the study, they took a small wooden box with them. You didn't need to think about it to know what was inside.

silver.

Mr. Xie also spent a lot of money this time, and the total amount of these gifts was at least a hundred taels of silver.

"Xiaoyu, is this done?" As soon as Muramasa opened his mouth, the surrounding villagers all fell silent and looked at Zhan Feiyu.

Zhan Feiyu smiled and nodded, "Well, I will continue to deliver food to Taifu Restaurant from tomorrow on. Mr. Xie has left the task of collecting the food to the fourth brother."

In an instant, Muramasa's face turned into a smile. Not only could the whole village continue to make money selling vegetables, but the four boys in his family were also made responsible.

In the past, it was Zhan Laoer who collected the vegetables. Cunzheng settled an account with Zhan Wencheng in private. The villagers could earn from 500 to 1,000 yuan a month selling vegetables, while Zhan Laoer could earn 40 to 50 yuan a month.

Two silver coins.

Although the people in the village were envious of Zhan Wencheng's lucrative job, they were not so jealous when they thought that they could sell vegetables at home.

"Zhan Xiaomengtong, I'm going back to the restaurant first." The coachman respectfully said goodbye to Zhan Feiyu and drove the carriage away.

Outside the crowd, old man Zhan, who came back from the field with a hoe on his back, looked at Zhan Feiyu, who was surrounded by villagers, with regret written on his face.

If Xiaoyu hadn't been forced to do so and was willing to spend money to allow her to continue studying, those gifts would have belonged to Lao Zhan's family, and Zhan Wencheng would not have taken away the job of selling vegetables.

Old man Zhan sighed, hunched over and walked towards the lifeless old house.

After all the villagers gathered at the door had left, Zhan Feiyu hurriedly entered the yard. He couldn't stand the direct compliments and compliments from everyone, "Mom, what's good to eat tonight? I'm hungry."

Mrs. Li took the bookcase in her hand and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law Liang gave me a crucian carp. I made fish soup. You go and wash your hands quickly."

Although the crucian carp was caught from the river, Sister-in-law Liang was reluctant to eat it but gave it to Mr. Li. After all, she still wanted to have a good relationship with Ms. Li.

Seeing Ms. Li with her relaxed features, Zhan Feiyu laughed silently, "That's good. My mother will live more comfortably in the village from now on."

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County school.

When Zhan Feiyu was called up again, Wen Min and others cast sympathetic looks at him. The junior sister was so pitiful that she was dragged up to teach alone in every class.

I heard that every day's homework requires me to compose a poem. In addition to the poems I wrote in class, I have to write at least two or three poems that day. No matter how talented a person is, he will write poems like this.

"Today I will tell you about the artistic conception of poetry." Master Dou has a preliminary understanding of Zhan Feiyu's reading situation. He has laid a good foundation. He can memorize any passage from the Four Books and Five Classics, and he can explain the explanations fluently.

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The writing is quite satisfactory, and the transitions and transitions are a bit stiff and dry, but the topic is superb and the intention is lofty, except for the poetry, which is too weak.

Zhan Feiyufei stood up straight with his small body, "Excuse me, Master, for teaching me."

Seeing Zhan Feiyu who was not bored, but had a decent and serious attitude, Master Dou's stern expression relaxed. The eight-year-old girl was called a child prodigy. She was said to be talented, but she was hardworking.

"Little junior sister's eyes are still shining." Wen Min's eyes widened in shock.

"I'm ashamed of myself!" The classmate sitting next to him nodded. If he were taught by Master Dou alone, his life would be worse than death!

Zhang Yuxuan, who was slightly chubby, shook his head and took over the words, "My junior sister is a prodigy, how can you, ordinary people, compare her with her!"

Above the lecture hall, Zhan Feiyu glanced at Mr. Dou, who was sullen and suppressing his anger, and shed tears of sympathy for a group of seniors who had deserted in class. If you don't do something, you won't die!

"Xiaoyu has only been in school for three days and has become deeply loved by you." Master Dou's voice sounded sinisterly.

Wen Min, Zhang Yuxuan and others suddenly straightened their bodies, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

I only heard Master Dou continue: "Xiaoyu writes one poem every day. As senior brothers, you must set a good example. From today on, each of you will write two poems and submit them!"

A moment of silence...

"Master, the students have realized their mistake." The cries of ghosts and wolves were heard begging for mercy. Master, this is going to kill them! Every day, they have to make ten invitations, recite the Four Books and Five Classics, write an artistic essay, and compose two poems.

, when can they turn off the lights and take a break?

Master Dou glanced down with sharp eyes and said, "If you dare to howl again, add another one!"

Zhan Feiyu saw a group of people who seemed to have been poisoned and muted. Everyone's face was red and they didn't dare to make a sound.

I can't deal with these brats yet! Master Dou withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and said to Zhan Feiyu with a pleasant look: "The so-called artistic conception is the essence of a poem. The words are like the person, and the poetic mood is like the person's temperament."

The poems written by poets who are open-minded by nature have a heroic style; while the poems written by those who are graceful and euphemistic are more of a sentiment of mourning the autumn and cherishing the spring.

Zhan Feiyu suddenly remembered the time-travel novel he read in his previous life. The time-travel girl had plagiarized poems that had been passed down through the ages, but now that he thought about it, it simply didn't work.

A girl in the boudoir first said, "If life is just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad to draw a fan?", and the second sentence was, "The great rivers and rivers have gone to the east to find all the romantic figures of the ages." Anyone with brains can think about it on his knees and know that there is something fishy about it.

"Master, I remember that when reciting poems in the future, you must first understand the poet's situation when he wrote the poem." Zhan Feiyu only recited it for the sake of reciting it before.

Master Dou nodded with satisfaction, "You can teach me. If you don't know something, just come and ask me. Poetry is a minor path compared to the imperial examination, but you are unlikely to become an official in the future, so poetry is much more important to you."

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In the case of Wen Min and others, they studied for the purpose of passing the imperial examination and serving as officials, and poetry did not appear to be important.

But Zhan Feiyu is a little girl. Even if she achieves fame, she will only be a talented woman and a Confucian scholar. In this case, she needs to be famous even more. Even if her poems are not amazing, they cannot be too ordinary.

"The white sun falls behind the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea." Master Dou gave an example to Zhan Feiyu to analyze the artistic conception of the poem, "The word "white sun" can simply be thought of as the sun."

Zhan Feiyu's eyes widened a bit. Is there a second explanation?

Master Dou laughed and changed the topic: "In "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Tianbao" it is written: as long as the moon, as high as the sun, how do you interpret this sentence?"

"Like the waxing moon gradually becoming fuller, like the sun just rising." Zhan Feiyu replied. After thinking for a while, he continued thoughtfully: "Like the rising sun, it has strong vitality."

The rising sun is full of vitality and has an infinite future.

Master Dou continued: "There is a saying in the Book of Songs: I have passed away in the past, and the willows are Yiyi. The word "Yi" means not to leave, and the meaning of "Yiyi" in the previous sentence is to lean on. Although the meanings of the words are different, they are emotionally connected."

The sun gradually sets next to the mountains. If emotions are added, a poem will have an artistic conception.

Zhan Feiyu thought about it for a while. Before Dou Fuzi analyzed it, "the sun is shining over the mountains" seemed to him just the most bland line in the poem.

But when I read it again now, it contains emotions. Perhaps this is suppressed first and then raised, to set off the "desire to see a thousand miles away" that follows.

After class, the classmates gathered together in twos and threes to accuse Master Dou of being ruthless.

Only Zhan Fei sat aside and thought, no wonder Master Lin asked him to come to the county school to study. As far as poetry was concerned, Master Dou, who was born in the imperial examination, was much better than Master Lin.

The county school has a day off for bathing every ten days. Zhan Feiyu will have a day off after returning from school today.

After memorizing the book early in the morning, Zhan Feiyu changed into coarse cloth clothes, used cloth strips to help his trouser legs, and filled a basket with water and food. "Mom, I'm going to the mountain." Zhan Feiyu turned around and said to Li

He waved his hand, took the special small hoe and went out.

"Don't run too far, remember to come back for lunch at noon." Li wanted to accompany Zhan Feiyu to the mountains, but the little girl said that she wanted to find inspiration for writing poems, so Li had no choice but to give up.

It was hot in May, but there was a gentle breeze in the forest. Zhan Feiyu walked along the mountain road until he stopped in front of a small waterfall. Unexpectedly, there was a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat in front of the pond.

"Little girl, come to the mountains to look for wild vegetables? I will add a grilled fish later, and you will make a wild vegetable soup, and you will have lunch." The fisherman raised his arm and pulled up the fishing rod, but there was nothing on the fishhook.

Zhan Feiyu put down the basket on his back and stretched his head to look at the green pond.

Looking at the old man who was fishing again, Zhan Feiyu said slowly: "It has been hundreds of years since our village settled here, but no one has caught fish from this pond."

Uh... The old man's hand holding the fishing rod froze. This was heartbreaking.

Zhan Feiyu suppressed a smile and sat down on a stone under the shade of a tree. He took out a bamboo tray from his backpack, and then took everything out of his basket and put it on the tray.

Zhan Feiyu brought two pieces of each of the four-color pastries from Taifu Restaurant, and the eight pastries were neatly placed in the wooden box.

Then there were two wooden boxes filled with fruits. One contained cherries, which were sent to several families with cherry trees in the village; the other contained cut watermelons and cantaloupes, which Mr. Li grew in the vegetable patch in the backyard.

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The old man stopped fishing and came over with a bamboo hat to fan the wind. Hey, the little girl was living a comfortable and comfortable life.

Zhan Feiyu brought out two more wooden boxes. Inside were the toothpick meat she asked Li to make. The pork was cut into strips, marinated and fried, then sprinkled with ground dried chili peppers and white sesame seeds. It was still cold.

The rich fragrance hits your nose.

The last wooden box contained a simple version of sushi. The rice balls were wrapped in fried egg skin and pickled radish, cut into sushi shapes, and neatly stacked into six pieces.

"Master..." Zhan Feiyu looked up and held back the word "grandpa" again.

Without the obstruction of the bamboo hat, Zhan Feiyu could clearly see the appearance of the person in front of him. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his clear face contained an open-minded smile, and his complexion was fair. At first glance, some people believed that he was in his early thirties.

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"You know destiny at fifty, if you call me grandpa, it will definitely happen." Gu Qingzhou laughed loudly, his voice was like a clear spring hitting a rock, clear and sweet.

Facing this overly young face, Zhan Feiyu really couldn't pronounce the word "grandpa", so he thought about it and said, "I have a higher seniority in the village. I call all the elders in their early fifties uncle."

Academician Gu laughed again and glanced at Zhan Feiyu meaningfully, "My surname is Gu and I am the second in line in my family."

"Uncle Gu." Zhan Feiyu handed over the chopsticks in his hand and took out a dagger from his arms. The silver blade shone brightly, and just by looking at it, you could tell that it was a sharp tool for blowing hair off the blade.
To be continued...