The old patriarch and the village leader tentatively decided to go to the Zeng family in Baofeng Buzhuang in five days. No matter how the atmosphere in the Zhan family was, Zhan Feiyu still went to the private school before dawn. When he came back from school, he stayed up until midnight and lit the candles.
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"Mom, go to bed first." In order not to hurt his eyes, Zhan Feiyu lit three candles at night, and Li also used the light to make shoes.
The embroidered handkerchiefs can also be sold in cloth shops, but Li's embroidery skills are average, so it is better to use the soles to make cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles. A pair can be sold for sixty or seventy yuan, but it is too labor-intensive.
The brass thimble between Li's fingers was pressed against the end of the needle. After the needle passed through the thick sole, he pulled hard. After completing one stitch, he said: "There is no work in the fields. I'll grab a few pairs of shoe soles while the weather is still warm."
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Zhan Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Li, thinking of what he overheard last night. When his father was exterminated and he was adopted, what would his mother do?
It's not a bad idea to leave the village with my father. Without my mother-in-law, my mother will be able to live a good life. But when I think of Boss Zhan's foolish filial piety, my father and mother will definitely come back after three or five years. Is it possible that they will come back again?
Do you want to repeat the frustrating days now?
What about reconciliation? Zhan Feiyu lowered his head. His mother would definitely not marry again. Moreover, she had feelings for her father, but she just resented him for being too filial. That's all. By then, she would have grown up, and she would no longer be afraid of Zhan's family being evil!
With a decision made in his heart, Zhan Feiyu began to recite "Great Learning Chapters" and "Zhongyong Chapters" silently, comparing the Analects of Confucius, which has ten and fourteen volumes, and Mencius' annotations. Each of these two volumes has one volume, and Zhan Feiyu has a small number of words.
Being non-fish is like winning the lottery.
One night passed, the sky was slightly bright, and the sound of pounding clothes could be heard from the river in the distance.
Boss Zhan entered the yard with a fishing rod in one hand and a carp in the other. He said happily: "Little fish, get up. Dad has caught a fish. I will wait for you to come back in the evening to drink fish soup."
The farmers are poor, and wild animals are hard to find in the mountains. Only fish in the river can be caught every now and then.
After Zhan's second son was injured, Mrs. Zhan cooked all the eggs she had saved for half a month to replenish his health. She also killed an old hen. Zhan's second son got up early every day to go fishing.
Looking at Boss Zhan, whose trousers were slightly wet, Zhan Feiyu raised his head, his chubby face bathed in the morning light, and his dazzling white face made people love him, "I won't eat, I will leave it to my second uncle to replenish his health."
The voice was crisp but cold, and the expectation in Boss Zhan's eyes instantly disappeared.
These days, the big family seems to have been separated. Li and Zhan Feiyu are still close, but the elder Zhan is ignored. The mother and daughter neither argue nor quarrel, just pretend that the elder Zhan does not exist, which makes him anxious, uncomfortable and helpless.
Seeing Zhan Feiyu nibbling on the whole-grain pancake and about to leave, Boss Zhan said eagerly: "Xiaoyu, dad wrongly blamed you before. Your second aunt has that temper, and dad can't do anything about it."
With his back to Boss Zhan, Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes wide to face the sun. The brightness was dazzling and the corners of his eyes were sour. "Dad, you didn't want the second aunt to make a noise, so you wronged my mother and I. If the same thing happens again in the future, my mother and I will still be the same."
Why should I be wronged?"
"No, Xiaoyu, dad promises you that he will not let you be wronged in the future!" Boss Zhan immediately expressed his stance. Xiaoyu is his daughter that he has loved for many years. She is good at studying, well-behaved and sensible. Boss Zhan is content even if he does not have a son.
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Taking a deep breath, Zhan Feiyu nodded, but still did not turn around, "Dad, you must remember what you just said. I went to a private school and will come back to drink fish soup in the evening."
Boss Zhan was full of joy and wished he could send Zhan Feiyu to his private school. But when he saw the uncut firewood piled in the yard, he could only say: "Dad, I will wait for you to come back in the evening to drink fish soup. Please walk slower on the road."
Reciting "Poetry of Thousands of Families" all the way to the private school, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Master Lin standing in the courtyard with a solemn expression. Zhan Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, "Master, what happened?"
Master Lin looked at the young disciple in front of him. He was dressed in coarse cloth but could not conceal his brilliance. His eyes were bright and sharp, and he was intelligent and agile. He could not tell that he was from a rural background.
"Master, could it be that the limerick I wrote yesterday made you angry?" Zhan Feiyu pointed his fat fingers and grinned with a guilty conscience.
You can't blame yourself for this. It's just a poem, but you also have to pay attention to rhyme. I finally wrote a poem, but I was criticized by the Master for being incomplete, without literary talent, without intention, and without charm. The three-no product was just smooth.
Zhan Feiyu wished he could bring out the eternal famous lines of future generations, so he angrily wrote a limerick and handed it in: You write a poem and I will compose a poem, but I rack my brains and can't make it into rhyme. If there is a real talent for chanting, it will be passed down as soon as the sound of shit is heard.
Eternal.
[A person with poetic talent can write a piece of shit that will be passed down through the ages.]
It was okay not to mention this incident. As soon as Mrs. Lin was mentioned, she immediately became angry and hit her on the head with one finger. "How dare you say that? How many people have the talent of chanting catkins since ancient times? You are familiar with poems and songs, but you can't recite poems."
You should also be able to chant!”
"Master, I haven't opened my eyes for poetry and poetry yet!" Zhan Feiyu stretched his head forward shamelessly and said in a rogue voice: "Master, if you knock a few more times, you might open my eyes.
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Lin Fuzi, who laughed angrily, looked at Zhan Feiyu who was cheating, "Whether it's verbal or ink, you are better than many people, why are you stuck on poetry?"
The so-called oral meaning is to answer and explain verbally, while the ink meaning is to answer with pen.
Zhan Feiyu plans to take the county examination the year after next. Mrs. Lin explains the "Four Books" to her alone every day. She has unique insights. Not to mention her unique approach, she is also a rare transparent person. In addition, she has many famous quotes at her fingertips, which will help her make decisions in the future.
It will definitely shine.
"Smile, ten years later, if the master is old, how will the student explain to the teacher's wife?" Zhan Feiyu smiled jokingly and scampered into the room, now he was a bit naughty and lively.
Putting down his schoolbag, Zhan Feiyu took out the "Poetry of Thousands of Families" that he wanted to read in the morning, and looked at the door, "Master, are you not going to study poetry today?"
"Read on, I will take you to Leshan to live in Leshan during lunch break." Master Lin thought of those rumors, and his relaxed expression became a little more solemn.
Living in Leshan? Zhan Feiyu was stunned, "Master, have you picked up some silver? Biluochun over there has one tael of silver per pot!"
This time it was Master Lin's turn to be surprised. He squinted and looked at Zhan Feiyu, who covered his mouth and looked like he had said something wrong, "I know a lot. Who did you follow to Leshan Residence? It was the private room!"
"I said I heard it from hearsay, Master, do you believe it?" Zhan Feiyu opened his eyes wide and smiled innocently. The tea in Leshanju is delicious, and the cakes that go with it are also delicious.
Unable to hide it, Zhan Feiyu walked up to Mrs. Lin, glanced at the empty courtyard, and whispered: "I was lucky enough to help an adult before, and the person was from the Forbidden Dragon Guard."
Forbidden Dragon Guard? Master Lin was really shocked at this moment. Looking at the Daqing Dynasty, who didn’t know that the Forbidden Dragon Guard was directly under the emperor’s jurisdiction? The Ming Guard protected the emperor’s safety, while the Secret Guard investigated serious and important cases that the Third Division could not investigate. The Forbidden Dragon Guard was responsible for the Third Rank
Officials have the right to kill first and report later.
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Although the private school's twelve lessons a year are not cheap, they include a lunch, pens, ink, paper, inkstones, and books.
"Your father actually took Zhan Feiyu to live in Leshan!" Wang frowned in displeasure.
Leshan Ju is the largest teahouse in Shangsi County, and it is also a favorite place for literati and students to gather. However, the tea is not cheap, and Mrs. Lin is reluctant to go there. This time, she took five taels of silver and took Zhan Feiyu with her.
"It's almost the Jiujiu Hanwen Festival. Xiaoyu can't write poems, so dad also took Xiaoyu to see things." Lin Xiuyuan explained with a smile that he had also participated with his father.
Seeing her son who had no resentment at all, Mrs. Wang was both happy and sad at the same time. It was great that Yuan'er had a broad mind, but Zhan Feiyu had taken advantage of him again and again, and Ms. Wang was a little unwilling to accept it.
After entering the teahouse, he was greeted by the waiter and sat down at the back of the lobby. Master Lin said, "Do you know the meaning of Leshan Residence?"
"Taken from the Yong Ye Chapter of The Analects of Confucius, those who know (zhì) are happy with water, and those who are benevolent are happy with mountains." Zhan Feiyu retracted his gaze, shook his head and continued: "Leshan enjoys the tranquility of water, and every hill and valley flows naturally." "
Looking at Zhan Feiyu who was deliberately showing off, Master Lin said quietly: "In that case, why not compose a poem."
Uh... Zhan Feiyu's face fell, and he looked at Master Lin pitifully. Could it be that he couldn't escape the word poetry today?
Seeing that the waiter had brought the tea, Zhan Feiyu stood up and poured the tea. He smiled eagerly and said, "It is too hurtful to talk about poetry and poetry in this situation. Master, it is better to drink tea."
Because the Literary Fair is coming soon, the literati who come to the teahouse will inevitably have to talk a few words, whose poems are amazing to ghosts and gods, and whose virtuoso skills occasionally create a masterpiece.
When the mood is high, some people even compose poems on the spot, which attracts waves of praise. If the poems are really good, the shopkeeper of Leshanju will not only waive the tea fee, but also copy the poems and paste them on the east wall of the tea house for everyone. The literati who came to the tea house read and appreciated it.
"Brother Liu, have you heard about that rumor?" the man in green shirt at the next table asked with a smile.
The man surnamed Liu who was sitting next to him snorted coldly and put down his tea cup heavily, "He's just a kid with a dirty mouth. After studying for a few days, he dares to brag about being a child prodigy. He has no idea what he means!"
"It's fine if it hurts Zhongyong. It's just a joke. I'm afraid that if you have some talent, if you gain fame in the future, it will only harm one party!"
"Achievements?" The man surnamed Liu suddenly laughed, his mean face full of contempt and disdain, "Brother Fan is overthinking, he's just Si Chen, he knows a few words and can read a few sentences. Branch, a love poem that pleases you but you don’t know.”
"Perhaps there is a young and romantic person on the road? I plan to marry him and live in peace for the rest of my life. Even if I am abandoned ruthlessly, I can't be ashamed." It is said that he is reciting a poem, but his tone is extremely sarcastic.
A fat man at the other table said with a smile: "I wish that for the southwest wind, I will live forever in your arms. If your kindness is not open to you, how can I rely on my humble concubine?"
All of a sudden, there was laughter and laughter in the teahouse.
Zhan Feiyu blinked, looked at the ugly-looking Master Lin, and lowered his voice, "You're not talking about me, are you?"
Master Lin nodded, and Zhan Feiyu rolled his eyes speechlessly. What outrageous thing had he done? Whose ancestral grave had he dug up to deserve such contempt and insult?
"Although the Zeng family are merchants, they have also paid commercial taxes. A yellow-haired girl almost killed Mrs. Zeng, and she dared to make such nonsense and ask the Zeng family to pay a thousand taels of silver. It has disgraced us scholars!" A man surnamed Liu! He seemed extremely angry and banged the table.
"If you lose it, you will be poor and weak, but if you gain it, you will be rich. Not to mention blackmailing merchants' families, even losing face for A Duwu only tarnishes the moral integrity of us scholars."
Suddenly, the entire lobby was full of verbal and written criticism of Zhan Feiyu, and his crimes were simply too numerous to describe!
Seeing that these people were going too far, Master Lin was about to refute, but there was a stopper from beside him, "Master Lin, there is no need to be angry, it is just a rumor spread by someone to deliberately slander Xiaoyu's reputation."
"Ma Catcher." Zhan Feiyu stood up and looked at Ma Catcher in casual clothes, never expecting to meet him here.
Master Lin picked up the tea cup and poured a cup of tea for Captain Ma, and expressed his sincere thanks: "Thank you very much for informing Captain Ma about what happened yesterday."
Yesterday, Mrs. Lin received a letter from the fat shopkeeper of Wenxing Study, and then she learned that someone in Shangsi County was slandering Xiaoyu, using extremely vicious words, saying that she forced the blind woman to commit suicide, and that it was Xiaoyu who frightened the horse in South Street.
He even blackmailed the Zeng family.
Inspector Ma, who was patrolling the streets, was the first to notice these rumors and informed the fat shopkeeper. Master Lin in the private school only found out.
Detective Ma quickly sat down, looked around, and whispered: "I have searched for three days and still can't find the source. These messages were first spread from the mouths of beggars and street scoundrels, and they spread throughout the streets overnight.
The alleys later spread to county schools, arousing resentment and crusade from scholars."
Scholars are noble, and the Zhanfeiyu in rumors is the rat excrement that ruins a pot of soup.
Furthermore, she was a girl, and she was known as a child prodigy, and was valued by Mr. Chen. All these things made Zhan Feiyu notorious, and dirty water was poured on her head.
Zhan Feiyu was not a sour scholar who studied hard. After listening to what Ma Cui said, he immediately said: "It was the Zeng family who bought these beggars and gangsters with their money."
Shangsi County is not big or small, but it is not easy to spread the rumor throughout three days. It costs a lot of money. No matter how you look at it, it looks like it was done by the Zeng family.
Master Lin also believed that it was the Zeng family. Zhan's second brother had harmed Mrs. Zeng, and the Zeng family would definitely take revenge. However, there was a scholar named Xiaoyu in the Zhan family. In order to prevent future troubles, the Zeng family had no choice but to ruin Xiaoyu's reputation first and break the relationship.
Her path to the imperial examination.
After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Catcher Ma looked distressed and said, "That's the problem. I arrested a few beggars, but no matter how hard I tried, they didn't open their mouths."
As the saying goes, money can make the world go round. These beggars spread rumors just for money.
Detective Ma asked them privately. Even if he told them, the Zeng family would not know, but they refused to say anything, which was really weird.
Zhan Feiyu frowned and thought, Captain Ma was showing his favor to him, and when his second uncle asked for five hundred taels in compensation, Captain Ma was obviously on his side.
This time he also informed his wife about the rumors and investigated them privately.
If you don't have the heart of a villain, I'm afraid the person who can associate with your second uncle is not a good person. The show of goodwill by Ma Catcher is nothing more than adultery or theft, and there is no profit in it!
As for the Zeng family, it is normal for them to spread rumors. What Zhan Feiyu is confused about are these beggars. Even if they recruit them and offend the Zeng family, they are just begging in another county and there is no loss. But offending the horse catcher is much more serious.
Even if you get a beating, you can find a gimmick and be thrown into jail.
"Perhaps it's because the Zeng family gave me a lot of money." Master Lin said slowly. It seemed that he had to accompany Xiaoyu for the Zeng family's trip in five days. The reputation of a scholar was not that great, but at least it could make the Zeng family restrain themselves.
a bit.
Captain Ma also had the same view. Unexpectedly, several beggars were quite hard-boned.
No, I'm afraid there's something else involved... The more Zhan Feiyu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, but he racked his brains and couldn't figure out the key point, and his chubby face twisted into a ball.
"Don't worry, Xiaoyu. I've already told you that we will be patrolling the streets in the next few days to warn those beggars." Ma quickly assured, hiding the proud look in his eyes. No matter how smart he was, he was still a child, so he panicked.
It's easy to handle.
"Hey, this isn't Mr. Lin. I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you, Brother Lin?" Suddenly, a cold and sarcastic voice sounded. It seemed to be greeting, but the sinister tone clearly indicated that the person who came was unkind.
Zhan Feiyu, who was still thinking hard, looked up and saw, wow, so ugly!
The middle-aged man walking from the door of the teahouse is not only short but also fat. He is wearing a dark blue double-breasted gown. The wide-sleeved gown does not show any elegance of the literati, but looks cold and gloomy because of his mean appearance.
Master Lin stood up with a serious expression, and blocked Zhan Feiyu behind him calmly. After returning the greeting, he said coldly: "Zhang Xiucai."
There were many scholars in the lobby, but very few had achieved the title of scholar. Moreover, Zhang Xiucai opened a private school in Shangsi County, and many people knew him. At this moment, everyone stood up to greet him.
While these people were chatting, Zhan Feiyu whispered: "Master, this is Zhang Xiucai from Hongyuan Private School."
"If these rumors can reach the county school, I'm afraid he will also do something about it." Mrs. Lin's eyes were cold and angry. The Zeng family were merchants and had a reputation for being unkind. Scholars at the county school would not give Zeng a few taels of silver.
spread rumors.
But Zhang Xiucai was different. He was a scholar and had close contacts with the county school's teachers and masters. More importantly, he had old grudges with Zhang Xiucai.
"Xiaoyu, this time I have brought trouble to you as my master." Master Lin felt extremely guilty. If not for this, Zhang Xiucai would not have added insult to injury.
Zhan Feiyu looked at Zhang Xiucai who was chatting and laughing with everyone, then turned to Zhang Tianhao and four or five students who were following him, "Master, I had a conflict with Zhang Tianhao in Wenxing Study Studio before, so it seems that I and Master
As expected of master and disciple, there is such a tacit understanding!"
Master Lin was amused, and rubbed Zhan Feiyu's head helplessly, "You can see clearly."
"It's nothing more than soldiers coming to cover up the water and the earth. Since I am a child prodigy praised by the county magistrate, please watch me kill everyone!" Zhan Feiyu raised his chin proudly, fighting spirit steaming, full of murderous intent!
"What? This is the yellow-haired girl who ruined the reputation of us scholars!" A sharp voice sounded, and the man surnamed Liu glared at Zhan Feiyu.
Others also looked over in unison, as if the Zhan Fei fish had three heads and six arms.
Facing everyone's vicious or contemptuous looks, Zhan Feiyu took two steps forward and saluted everyone, "Flowing pills stop in a moment, and rumors stop in a wise man. What I heard today
What I saw was an eye-opener for the little fish.”
Zhan Feiyu laughed loudly and said: "You all read the books of saints and sages just to talk about people's rights and wrongs behind their backs. Those who say what they say are full of male thieves and female prostitutes inside. Xiaoyu has learned a lesson!"
"You!" The literati who were ridiculed for being male thieves and female prostitutes blushed angrily. Their previous poems and songs were all ridiculing Zhan Feiyu for studying for love. Even though they were angry at this time, they were not justified.
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"What a sharp-tongued little girl!" Zhang Xiucai looked at Zhan Feiyu seriously. He thought the rumors were false before, but he didn't expect a country girl to be so calm.
Zhan Feiyu smiled with squinted eyes, generous and natural, "It is said that seeing is believing, and hearing is false. You think that I am just trying to gain fame, so it is better to compete with everyone, with poems, songs, and current policies. Just come here. Today I will
If I am afraid, I will definitely hide my face and run away when I see you in the future."
Hoo! I’ve seen crazy things happen, but never such crazy ones!
It wouldn't matter if he was a child of an aristocratic family or a young hero. Seeing the chubby, white and tender Zhan Feiyu, who had just reached the height of the table, everyone's teeth were itching at the provocation.
"I don't know how high the sky is!" the man surnamed Liu cursed angrily, pointing at Zhan Feiyu, as if he was greatly humiliated, "You have only been in school for a few months, have you read the Four Books? Do you know how to treat the Five Classics? You dare to speak so loudly, you simply don't know what it means.
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Zhang Xiucai originally thought that Zhan Feiyu was a steady-tempered person with an unshakable face despite the overwhelming situation. He never thought that she would brag about Haikou and provoke everyone. Such a yellow-haired girl who was humiliating herself and devaluing her own worth by arguing with her about winning or losing.
"Then let's compete!" Zhang Tianhao strode forward. He was the most impulsive at the age of fourteen or fifteen, not to mention that he had a grudge before.
Zhan Feiyu smiled when he heard this, it’s done!
No matter how angry people like the man surnamed Liu are, they will not compete with themselves. Who knows that he is the youngest. If he wins, he will win without force, but if he loses, his reputation will be ruined.
Only Zhang Tianhao, with his youthful spirit, would not miss the opportunity to add insult to injury.
"Is that better than writing poetry?" Zhan Feiyu asked in a crisp voice, his dark eyes rolling around, showing cunning and agility, which was obviously prepared.
The arrogant Zhang Tianhao was about to agree, but Zhang Xiucai stopped him with a smile and said meaningfully: "Little prodigy Zhan, you have only been in school for a short time, so I'm afraid you haven't learned how to compose poems yet. In this case, it's better to compete."
Seeing Zhan Feiyu's confident look, Zhang Xiucai knew that she must have prepared several poems.
In fact, all the literati present were the same. None of them had the talent to compose a poem in seven steps, so they would ponder a few poems in private just in case they needed it.
Zhang Xiucai also helped Zhang Tianhao polish and revise them, making him memorize them all. There were more than 20 poems, whether it was Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum or Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon. Zhang Xiucai had prepared all the possible topics for poetry and literary societies.
, so Zhang Tianhao also has the reputation of a young poet in the literary circle.
Master Lin looked at Zhang Xiucai, who was smiling proudly, speechlessly. He had always known that the other party was cunning, but it was obvious that Zhang Xiucai easily fell into the trap and changed the composition of poems into making pairs. Master Lin's mood was complicated and difficult to distinguish, but this truly "cunning" person was
He is his little disciple.
"The best thing to do is to attack the enemy's mind with your troops. Conquering the enemy's troops without fighting is the best strategy. If I want to win, I have to fight. Master, I have to continue studying!" Zhan Feiyu sighed with a serious look on his face.
reflection.
"Don't be poor, worry about capsizing in the gutter." Mrs. Lin shook her head helplessly. She originally thought she was a steady and studious girl, but she never thought she was cunning and mischievous inside.
Zhang Tianhao couldn't wait any longer. He glanced at Zhan Feiyu with great arrogance and said, "I will write out the first couplet with eight words: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven."
After the conflict between the two parties, Detective Ma retreated to a corner and stood with the shopkeeper and the boy of Leshanju. He could not interfere with the affairs of the literati, and he did not want to offend anyone by interfering with it.
But when he heard this first couplet, he couldn't help but be stunned. Captain Ma quickly blurted out: "Didn't you say eight words?"
Some of the people present saw through the mystery of the first couplet and laughed silently, waiting to see Zhan Feiyu make a fool of himself.
"I have eight words for the second couplet: filial piety, loyalty, trust, courtesy, justice and integrity." Zhan Feiyu spoke loudly, and as soon as the second couplet came out, the smiles on everyone's faces suddenly disappeared.
The eight characters in the first couplet only mention seven, forgetting eight, which is homophonic: bastard.
Zhan Feiyu also fought back sharply. After the word "lian" is the word "shame", shameless!
The old shopkeeper of Leshanju explained with a smile, and Captain Ma was stunned for a while. They said that scholars don't use curse words when they curse, and he saw it today!
"It's your turn to write the first couplet!" Zhang Tianhao said arrogantly. He started studying at the age of four and has been studying for ten years. She entered school in September and dared to compete with herself in less than three months. She didn't know whether to live or die!
Zhan Feiyu glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a "Picture of Fishing Alone in Autumn" hanging on the wall of Leshan Residence.
Smiling, Zhan Feiyu pondered for a while and then said: "I will write the first couplet: one sail, one oar, one fishing boat, one fisherman, one fishing rod."
The people present were all frequent visitors to Leshan Ju. After listening to the first couplet, they all turned and looked at the paintings on the wall. The first couplet is extraordinary, but do you want to read the second couplet?
Not to mention Zhang Tianhao, even Zhang Xiucai and Lin Fuzi began to think about it. It is not difficult to say that it is not difficult. Only five one-character characters are used in the first couplet. The key is the artistic conception of the second couplet. Although the couplets are not as good as poems and poems, they are better than the first couplet.
The pairs also pay attention to the intention.
After waiting for a moment, Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhan Feiyu who was smiling but not smiling. His head hurt from thinking about it, and Zhang Tianhao glared at him angrily, and said viciously: "I am right to the second line: a table, a chair, a study room, a literati and a pen."
Lost! The people present shook their heads. This couplet was too poor, that is, the confrontation was neat and there was no artistic conception at all.
The disgraced Zhang Tianhao kicked the stool over angrily and cursed angrily: "Why are you laughing? If you can match the lower couplet, I will lose!"
This first couplet was obviously inspired by "Fishing Alone in Autumn", so there was no prior preparation. Zhang Tianhao glared at Zhan Feiyu, he wanted to see what second couplet she could come up with!
"Does Little Meng Zhan have a second couplet?" someone asked impatiently.
Previously, I only thought that Zhan Feiyu's name was not true, but looking at the second couplet she corrected and the first couplet, I knew that Zhan Feiyu had poetry and books in her belly. At the age of seven, she had only been studying for a few months, so it was really rare that she could write this first couplet.
Divide talents.
Zhan Feiyu looked at the painting and slowly said: "One shot, one shout, one laugh..."
Although this second couplet is only half of the story, it is completely consistent with the painting. Although shooting, shouting, and laughing are conjectures, we cannot imagine the scene when the boatman catches the fish.
"One person owns a river and autumn." After Zhan Feiyu finished speaking, the scene fell into silence.
Someone repeated it: "One shot, one shout, one laugh, and one person owns the entire river."
"What a match!"
"Absolutely awesome!"
"The future life is terrible!"
Everyone clapped their hands and praised. In this moment, Zhan Feiyu actually wrote such an excellent pair. It was a revelation!
Zhang Xiucai, Zhang Tianhao and several students from Hongyuan Private School looked extremely sad. Zhan Feiyu was stepping on Zhang Tianhao to become famous.
At this moment, in the private room upstairs.
"Master Qi, the fat girl is quite smart. After the news about this couple today, all the previous rumors have disappeared." Chongguang rubbed his chin and looked downstairs with a smile. Such a cunning fat girl, tsk tsk, and...
It's so cute and tight.
"The beauty in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You are too conceited!" Yin Wuyan's voice was cold and cold-blooded. No matter how smart he was, he was still a defenseless little girl. Whether it was the Zeng family or Zhang Xiucai, how difficult was it to kill a little girl?
Looking at Zhang Xiucai with ferocious and cruel eyes, Chongguang nodded in agreement, "If eyes could kill, the fat girl would probably be riddled with holes."
Thinking of this, Chongguang Qiyi looked at his seventh master with an extremely flattering smile, "How about helping me? I can't just watch a fat girl die."
The corpse of the blind woman was still disposed of by Chong Guang. Even if someone opens the coffin for an autopsy in the future, there will definitely be no clues. Help people to help to the end and send the Buddha to the west. As long as the seventh master speaks, the fat girl will be safe.
Yu.
Yin Wuyan glanced at the nosy Chongguang, and the cold and icy look in his eyes made him suppress a smile.
Well, my seventh master has never been a kind person. Moreover, they are about to leave Shangsi County. Even if they help this time, they will not be able to help next time. I just hope that Mr. Chen will love talents and don't let these villains ruin Fatty.
Girl.
"I underestimated little prodigy Zhan. If he can make such a pair, he must be able to write poems!" Zhang Xiucai squinted at Zhan Feiyu and said with a smile: "In that case, why not choose
Compose a poem on the theme of the four seasons."
"Dad?" Zhang Tianhao looked at Zhang Xiucai dissatisfied, why did he ask such a simple question? He should have asked a tricky question. He had already prepared it, and he could use it to kill the bitch!
"Think about it quickly!" Zhang Xiucai glanced at him coldly. For the first time, he realized that his beloved son was a bit stupid. How could a person who couldn't even write the second line of the poem write a good poem? Even if he wrote it, it would be difficult to convince the public.
The topic was simple just to clear Zhang Tianhao's name. He lost the pair, but he still had some talent in poetry.
Zhang Tianhao was unwilling, but he did not dare to disobey Zhang Xiucai. He walked to the table with a sullen face, picked up the pen and wrote the poem he had prepared in advance without thinking.
"Song of Winter"
The moon is flying in winter, the night is cold and chilly, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is clear and lingering around the branches.
Last year there was no snow in the south of the Yangtze River, and under the moon the sound of the piano was far away.
What an idiot! Zhang Xiucai’s face was so angry that he thought about it before picking up the pen. He wrote a poem in the blink of an eye. Do you think everyone present is a fool?
Zhan Feiyu looked at Zhang Tianhao who had succeeded with just one swipe, and smiled like a cat that had succeeded in stealing.
Zhang Tianhao was inexplicably irritated. He pointed at Zhan Feiyu and sneered, "Why are you laughing? Can you write poetry?"
Are you as stupid as you? Everyone present looked at Zhang Tianhao who was still provocative speechlessly. They did not talk about the previous confrontation, but at this moment, Zhan Feiyu only had to think about it for half a stick of incense, and then casually composed a song.
Poetry, she won.
After all, one is cheating and the other is a true learner.
"Who doesn't know how to write poetry?" Zhan Feiyu chuckled, walked to the table in a similar manner, and started writing without thinking at all.
Well...there are idiots every year, but this year there are especially many!
Everyone was fooled by Zhan Feiyu's amazing skills. He just praised her for being smart, so how could she be so stupid!
The ancients still wanted to write a poem in seven steps. Zhang Tianhao and Zhan Feiyu were better off. They only took three steps to the table, and then a poem was completed. Do they really think that they are child prodigies who have never been seen before or since?
In the blink of an eye, Zhan Feiyu had just put down her pen, and Zhang Tianhao couldn't wait to start reading. He wanted to see what limericks she could write as a seven-year-old stupid girl.
"Luch Spring"
The plum blossoms are dark and the flowers are smelling faintly, lying on the branches with sadness.
It smells like lying down in the distance, and it is easy to see the spring green.
The shore looks green, the shore looks green, and the shore looks green.
"Zhan Feiyu, do you think I'm stupid? You definitely didn't write this "Wo Chun"!" Zhang Tianhao laughed loudly and rustled the paper in his hand, "Could it be that your wife caught the knife for you?
Bar?"
The people present looked at Zhang Tianhao who had exposed Zhan Feiyu speechlessly. It was a fifty-step joke, a hundred steps ahead! Both of them had cheated, so why did they have the shame to make fun of each other?
Zhan Feiyu curled his lips and looked at Zhang Tianhao with disdain. He could make people angry as soon as he opened his mouth, "You can't afford to lose, can you?"
"Bah, I can't afford to lose, Zhan Feiyu, I'm going to read out the poem right now, and you let the people present comment to see who can't afford to lose!" Zhang Tianhao raised his neck and his voice was loud and high-pitched.
"Dark Plum Youwenhua... If you ask me who I am, I'm a big stupid donkey... I'm a donkey, I'm a donkey, I'm a stupid donkey."
There was silence in the lobby, and everyone was stunned. This poem?
"Listen, everyone, listen. A seven-year-old girl, who has only been studying for a few months, can write a poem like "Wo Chun". Do you think we are all stupid?" Zhang Tianhao shook his head in disdain.
Even if I have to cheat, I should make a simpler song that is suitable for my age. Zhan Feiyu is simply stupid.
"Shut up and give me the poem!" Zhang Xiucai, who noticed something was wrong, shouted angrily and snatched the paper from Zhang Tianhao's hand. Others were too curious and came over to take a look.
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The limerick is written by myself, the others are from Baidu, okay...