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Chapter fifty-seven a poem

It seems that TV series is a lie. Who said that women in ancient times could not fall in love freely?
But now, what should I do?
Should you respond to a poem?
Han Jiang stood there with a capital lettering embarrassment. Even if he copied it, he might not be able to memorize ancient poems from later generations. Qian Xinyao just didn't turn around, and the Qian family's Madam Wu didn't urge him, so he was waiting for Han Jiang.
The weather today is not good, the wind is not small, and although it does not snow, the air is very wet and cold.
Especially on the riverside, after standing for a long time, this kind of cold is very uncomfortable.
Han Jiang looked up at the sky. It was a bit cloudy, and it might snow.
Han Jiang felt a little embarrassed to let so many people wait, but how could this poem be repeated? Han Jiang could remember the 300 Tang poems he had memorized, which was obviously unacceptable. Just write a poem on the spot based on his own level?
Stop being funny, this is so difficult.
Han Jiang stood there thinking, Qian Xinyao was waiting. The servants of the Han family stood neatly, and the servants and maids of the Qian family stood neatly.
Have it.
Han Jiang thought of a movie with a love poem on it, which might be useful if copied.
Hopefully I can pass.
Han Jiang spoke, but she was very glad that she loved watching movies in her previous life.
"The sky is full of frost in ten miles, and the green hair is filled with sorrow. I look at each other with a single moon shape, and I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals."
After Han Jiang finished reading a poem, Qian Xinyao smiled and turned around and left. Judging from this expression, Qian Xinyao was very satisfied with the poem, and Han Jiang also breathed a sigh of relief.
Qian's ship left the dock, and Han Jiang turned around: "Han Si is preparing to go back to the other courtyard. By the way, I am really not good at writing poetry. If you have any chance to write poetry next time, please remind me and let me avoid it."
Han Si followed by, first instructing his servants to help Han Jiang get on the carriage, and then return to the other courtyard.
After getting on the carriage, Han Si asked in a low voice: "Does Shaojun plan to marry the Qian girl in the autumn after the New Year?"
"Did I say that?" Han Jiang didn't understand what Han Si meant.
Han Si replied: "Shaojun's poem mentions Pinghu and the moon. Isn't the autumn moon in Pinghu a famous scenery of West Lake? Is the moon in autumn view of the moon, and the mandarin ducks are not pictures embroidered on the quilt when they get married. Isn't it a marriage?"
Han Jiangxin said that this brain-stimulating skill is at the level of a super Saiyan.
wrong.
It’s not Han Si’s ability to restore the brain.
On the boat, Qian Xinyao also thought so.
Not only Qian Xinyao, but anyone who hears this poem almost explains it exactly the same.
This means: We all live by the West Lake, and you are waiting to marry in your boudoir, so you don’t have to worry. This year, when the autumn moon in Pinghu Lake is in autumn, you will not be allowed to enjoy the moon alone. We will appreciate it together. If we are a couple, even the gods will envy it.
The autumn moon in Pinghu is one of the ten scenic spots of West Lake, and you can enjoy the moon in autumn.
Qian Xinyao's boat was heading on the way home.
Han Jiang stopped at the gate of the other yard and did not enter the yard.
"Shaojun." Han Si stood aside.
Han Jiang said, "I have thought about it. I have to do the first thing to do. Mr. Tong said he wanted to kill a few people. He tied me up to the largest part of the hollowed-out land in Yanzhou City, and told our Han family that those who have been detained and bullied by him can go and beat him."
"Immediately, arrange reliable people in the entire Yanzhou to spread a message to me, but don't let people know that it was arranged by me. They should spread it quietly, but let people in the entire Yanzhou spread this message. The focus of this message is to let the craftsmen of the Wu family know that after the orders of the two heads of the family, the Wu family will be dealt with by the Wu family. There are sufferings and resentment in the Wu family's craftsmen."
Han Si bowed slightly: "I understand, let the craftsmen of the Wu family know that they have revenge and revenge, and the time has come for them to stand up. Let the victims stand up and know the first-hand evidence of the greed and bullying of the Wu family's managers."
"right."
"Don't worry, youngster, let's make arrangements now."
"kindness."
After a long period of resentment, it is quite terrifying to burst out.
In just half an hour, Han Jiang felt that this matter was a little out of control.
Several evil-in charges of the Han family were tied to a square for bulk transactions in Yanzhou Prefecture. At first, the craftsmen lined up to fight, but later they saw that the beaten people were no longer formed, and some people were afraid that they would not have the chance to fight.
Countless people rushed up.
When Han Tong brought people to maintain order, there were still people, a few piles of meat paste, even the bones were smashed.
Han Tong only verbally taught a few young men who were taking turns to make iron hammers, and did not punish anyone, but just asked those young men who were too ruthless to prepare a few wooden boxes.
People are all made into meat paste, and it is useless to ask for a coffin, so they can be packed into wooden boxes.
The Han family affairs have been initially over.
Next, I will check the village and the mountain dog. I believe that those who are not good at hand know that they are powerful.
But another half an hour later, the whole Yanzhou was in chaos.
To be precise, it is a mess.
The craftsmen on the Wu family have spread, and the head of the family entrusted the young master of the Han family to deal with the evil servants in person and beat them to death without guilt.
In those few stalls of meat paste, a manager in the Wu family was beaten to death by sticks on the spot. The three managers were tied to kneel there in the most uncomfortable posture. The rest of the managers were kneeling, most of them stood.
There were at least ten craftsmen spontaneously formed teams of at least ten craftsmen who were in charge of the Wu family, guarding the door with sticks.
Han Jiang came to the square and almost vomited when she smelled the smell in the air.
I don't even dare to watch it.
But the Wu family craftsmen, Han family craftsmen, and the two craftsmen who were watching in the square were all excited.
"Come on, cover it with a cloth. There are still women and children here, don't scare the children." Han Jiang didn't dare to look at it, so he found such an excuse.
Standing on a desk brought in by someone, Han Jiang said, "My name is Han Jiang, and the name Tai Niang is named Qiao Shi, the Han family's contemporary young master. Today's affairs are not my own affairs, nor are Wu and Han families, but everyone's affairs. My father and uncle were deeply uneasy when they heard that the evil servants bullied small households and could not sleep all night."
Han Jiang bowed and bowed.
Hundreds of people were kneeling in the square.
"On behalf of your father, uncle, apologize to the elders of Yanzhou...." Han Jiang gave a very formal gift this time.
There was a lot of crying in the square.
The Song Dynasty did not promote kneeling rituals, but only because of the huge difference in identity. The younger generations do not need to kneel against the elders. Even ordinary people do not require kneeling when they meet the officials.
Han Jiang gave a gift, but ordinary craftsmen did not dare to accept it, so they knelt down.
Han Jiang's second very formal gift.
There are so many ordinary people in Yanzhou who cannot return the gift, so a group of people fell to their knees in the square. It can be said that more than 95% of the people kneeled down. The only people who followed Han Jiang to do the work this time were still standing.
Chapter completed!
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