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.
Academician Gu, who was holding chopsticks in one hand and had not yet had time to pick up the toothpicks, was dumbfounded. Even though he had seen a lot in his life, he was also stunned at this time.
Zhan Feiyu got up and returned to the forest. He chopped off two thin sections of bamboo with two knives, sharpened the ends with a dagger, washed them in the water, and used them as chopsticks.
The corner of Academician Gu's mouth twitched, and he said that he was dissolute and disgraced a scholar, and that he should really let those old men take a look at this fat girl.
Food is the most important thing for the people, and after one meal, Zhan Feiyu and Grand Scholar Gu became closer in an instant.
"According to what your master said, this scene should be composed of a poem. Does Xiaoyu have a poem?" As soon as Academician Gu said these words, he saw Zhan Feiyu's eyes suddenly widening, and she was so tired from chewing rice balls.
With bulging cheeks, he burst out laughing.
Swallowing the rice ball in two or two mouthfuls, the tasteless Zhan Feiyu looked at the disgraceful Bachelor Gu and squeezed out words through his teeth, "Uncle Gu, you are repaying kindness with enmity! You are basing your happiness on my pain! Fei Chang
What he did! Not even a gentleman!"
Half an hour later.
Zhan Feiyu, who had eaten and drank enough, leaned against a tree trunk and blew in the cool breeze, then looked at the waterfall and deep pond in front of him, "In a drowsy spring sleep, the poet fell into a dream and wrote new lyrics."
Academician Gu also half-squinted his eyes. After listening to the first two sentences, he waited for a while, then turned his head to face Zhan Feiyu, who was blinking with an innocent expression and said, "No more?"
Zhan Feiyu nodded obediently and said four words sincerely: "The talent is exhausted."
Academician Gu twitched the corner of his mouth again. Unable to hold it back, he raised his hand and patted her on the head, "You might as well say you're full."
"I feel full and warm..." He blurted out only half of what he said and swallowed it back. Zhan Feiyu stood up quickly, with his fat arms behind his back, taking small square steps, pretending to be reciting poetry.
At this time, as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Academician Gu looked at the upright little figure standing in front of him speechlessly, and said angrily: "Go on, continue the last two sentences!"
Half an hour later, the sun came out, and the scorching sunshine shone in. There was no need to recite poems, and there was no need to catch fish. One person was carrying a diabolo basket, and the other was carrying a fishing rod, and walked slowly down the mountain.
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Years ago, when Zhan's second son was about to be exterminated, the Yao family came to Zhan's house to cause trouble, but it was just for a show.
But this time, Father Yao, Mother Yao, two brothers from the Yao family, as well as little Yao's cousins, more than 20 people came at once.
"Bah! You Lao Zhan family are all so unconscionable. My good daughter married into your Lao Zhan family and gave birth to two ugly girls. Now you want to divorce your wife, there is no way!" Mrs. Yao also has a fierce temper.
His dark face was full of anger, and he was blocking the entrance to the yard and scolding him with spittle flying everywhere.
Father Yao's face was sullen, as dark as the bottom of a pot. Especially when he saw little Yao lying on the ground, his eyes showed distress and reluctance, but in the end they turned into numbness under Mother Yao's scolding.
"Yes, you're going to divorce my little sister. It's a good idea for you, Mr. Zhan!" The hoe in Brother Yao's hand hit the courtyard door with a bang, and he roared and cursed, "Young man, Mr. Zhan, dare to come out and bully me.
Sister, I will beat you to death with a hoe!"
"Brother, don't talk nonsense with them. Lao Zhan's family is a bunch of beasts. Let's just fight in!" Brother Yao frowned. If he hadn't been held back by his cousin behind him, he would have climbed over the wall to open the door, and then
Hit it in.
Early in the morning, when the villagers heard the scolding, they all came out. However, when they saw twenty or thirty people coming from the Yao family, holding either hoes and shovels or poles and sticks, the villagers did not dare to come forward and just watched from a distance.
This is also a matter of Lao Zhan's family.
"The Yao family are so stubborn?" Shanwazi's mother asked in surprise. She remembered that the Yao family was quite cowardly before. Once, the Yao family also came to the door, and Zhan Laosan beat the two Yao brothers until they cried.
Call me mother.
The fat aunt looked at the clamoring Yao family, curled her lips and said, "Can it be the same this time? Zhan Laoer just divorced Yao Hehua, how can the Yao family let it go?"
"Boss Zhan has been exterminated. Second brother Zhan looks like a sick man. Only third brother Zhan has the strength of the old Zhan family. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't defeat so many Yao family members. He will definitely not be able to open the door."
The aunt answered in a low voice.
When the village leader heard the news, he was almost furious with the people of Lao Zhan's family. They were having trouble every day, and the whole village's problems were not as much as those of Zhan Lao Er.
"Dad, you go ahead, I can be alone here." Zhan Wencheng said with a smile. A lot of vegetables have been collected in the yard. They were picked early in the morning. They are green and juicy, and they feel comfortable to look at.
Muramasa sighed. He couldn't really let the Yao family come to Jinlin Village to cause trouble. "Okay, let your mother help. I'll go over and take a look first."
Before Zhan Feiyu and Academician Gu reached the door of their home, they heard noises in the distance, and from time to time there were villagers hurriedly walking toward the entrance of the village.
"Xiaoyu, you came just in time." Muramasa couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he saw Zhan Feiyu. He and the old patriarch could talk, but this time it was indeed Zhan Laoer who was in trouble. Xiaoyu was there to suppress the situation, so he must have
The village leader and clan leader of Yaojia Village did not dare to act recklessly.
"Isn't it appropriate for me to go?" Zhan Feiyu, who was pushed away from the shelves, finally followed Muramasa. Fortunately, she was just allowed to act as a mascot.
Academician Gu followed the two of them to the old house.
When Shanwazi's mother saw Zhan Feiyu and Muramasa, she immediately shouted at the top of her lungs, "Everyone, give way. Muramasa and Xiaoyu are here, don't block the road."
The onlookers immediately came over and protected Zhan Feiyu and Cun Zheng, fearing that they would be hurt by people from Yaojia Village.
"Yao Cunzheng, Chief Yao." Cunzheng stepped forward and said hello. Looking at the little Yao family placed in front of the courtyard gate, he couldn't help but sigh. There must be something hateful about this poor man.
"Zhan Cunzheng, if Zhan Laozi doesn't give us an explanation today, don't blame us for being ruthless!" Chief Yao said gloomily. The little Yao who was divorced was the daughter of the Yao family. Her reputation was ruined, and she was affected.
All the unmarried girls of the Yao family.
Zhan Feiyu stepped aside and looked at little Yao, who had his eyes closed and looked like a dead person. In just a few days, a lively and lively person was turned into a wooden man by being tortured.
As soon as Murazheng opened his mouth, the people in Yaojia Village started yelling at each other. Fortunately, they also knew the identity of Murazheng, so no one dared to take action. They just scolded Jinlin Village and the Zhan clan.
"You are the one who harmed my daughter, you damn girl!" Mrs. Yao was tired of scolding and was resting with dry mouth. When she saw Zhan Feiyu, she suddenly rushed over and raised her hand to hit her. This was a combination of new hatred and old hatred.
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When little Yao returned to her parents' home, she often spoke ill of Zhan Feiyu.
Especially before the New Year, Zhan Feiyu received so many gifts, and they all went to the Li family. The Zhan family in the old house didn't get anything. After the little Yao family returned to her parents' home, she talked to Mrs. Yao one by one, and she just needed to find a master.
Come and curse Zhan Feiyu.
But this time, little Yao was divorced by Zhan Laoer. In the final analysis, it was because of Zhan Feiyu. The divorce letter clearly stated that little Yao was wrong! That’s right, they were slapped on the spot by the county boss.
Yes, the crime of false accusation is more serious than talking.
"Bah, Mrs. Yao, you dare to try it!" Shanwazi Niang shouted angrily, and rushed over to block Zhan Feiyu.
The fat aunt was even more angry and slapped her back, and with a violent collision of her thick and fat body, she knocked the elderly Mrs. Yao to the ground, "Xiaoyu is the treasure of our whole village, you dare to touch her?