In this era of poetic couplets, it is common to write a couplet next to the verse. And the poem that Zhou Bo just read also has a couplet next to it. Shanglian: The wealth is in the power of the people. Downlink: Financial defeat and decline are unpopular.

Song Yuanwai nodded yes, it can be said that there are very few people in the Song Mansion who study literature, especially his two sons, who don't know anything about these things. At the same time, he also admired Zhou Bo a little more.

"Uncle, if you don't dislike me, I'm willing to add a few lines after the poem, and it will reflect this couplet, what do you think?"

"Haha, child, since you have such a literary talent, the old man wants to take a good look. ”

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone has its own preparation.

The inkstone box was poured with Longquan water, pushed away the Beihai Mowu River, and the ink inkstone was full, and the pen went to the dragon and snake, and added a few lines of poetry.

'The cold rain and the river entered Wu at night, and Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely. Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, and a piece of ice was in the jade pot. The icing on the cake has been there since ancient times, and there is nothing in the world to send charcoal in the snow. People want to be upright and no one asks, and the three relatives in different places talk nonsense. Ten taels of silver can be given up, and half a pot of wine is not given up if it is lost. ’

Just after finishing the last word of the book, Zhou Bo realized that it was 'broken'. secretly scolded himself for making mistakes after drinking and writing articles scribbly. The poems added later are just my thoughts on the three years when I was looking for a job, but I forgot that I was now rescued by the Song family.

Throwing down the brush and hurriedly saluting: "Uncle, after drinking, I rose up after drinking, and the verses that were made up in order to cater to the couplet are never offensive to you." ”

Song Yuanwai is admiring Zhou Bo's poems, and he is also a layman for poetry, but although Zhou Bo's poems are vulgar, they are very reasonable.

Looking at Zhou Bo and Song Yuanwai, he was stunned for a moment, but he understood in an instant. Waving his hand: "Kid." Of course I understand this, don't mind, haha, but your verses are really good!"

"Well, that's good. Dad, look at what people write. Song Jingtao and Yang Fan watched the excitement from the sidelines, they basically didn't know a single big word, but they just echoed their father.

How can the thoughts of the two sons be concealed from the staff, and they can't see through it, and it seems that such a person is taken in by himself as a guest. The tree is thick and short, and it is difficult to tie the horse, and the river is wide and shallow, and it is difficult to raise a dragon. Unconsciously, his eyes changed, as if he had made a decision.

"Kids. My two sons have been practicing martial arts all their lives, it is rare for you to have such a good literary talent, the old man loves it very much, how do you think you can be a righteous son for me?"

I only heard someone next to me say, "Kowtow to Dad." ”

The two forces instantly pressed on Zhou Bo's shoulders, his legs bent out and were lightly touched, Zhou Bo was defenseless, his body leaned forward instantly, and he fell to the ground.

looked at Song Jingtao and Yang Fan on the left and right. Zhou Bo smiled helplessly.

Song Jingtao and Yang Fan are both their own life-saving benefactors, and they get along during this time. Zhou Bo felt that the two of them were upright in nature, had no selfish intentions, and were also people who valued love and righteousness, and the three of them got along very well together.

Song Yuanwai proposed to accept himself as a righteous son, but before he could think about it, he was pressed to the ground by Song Jingtao and Yang Fan. Zhou Bo knew the kindness of the two people. Since he knelt down, this father-in-law naturally had to admit it.

"Daddy is on top, and the child is worshipped. ”

"Okay, son, get up quickly. He said. Song Yuanwai trembled his three sons.

The three sons are able to write and martial arts, and they are very happy in their hearts. "You brothers go on to drink, I'm tired, go back to my room and rest. ”

"Dad, I'll help you go back. ”

"No need, just help me back. ”

On the bluestone road, the two supported each other, and the breeze slowly dispersed the faint wine. Nowadays, after the second watch, the family in the courtyard has basically rested.

"Master, why did you take him as a righteous son?" asked the housekeeper Song Fu. Song Fu and Song Yuanwai grew up together since childhood and have a very close relationship.

"What? do you think it's wrong?"

"No, I also like Young Master Zhou very much, but I think you seem to be a little sloppy. ”

Looking at the long night sky, Song Yuanwai had an indescribable feeling. "Hey, I'm nearly fifty years old, buried in half of the soil, just like the lamp before the morning frost wind on the tile, this son is not comparable to ordinary people, I hope he can take Song Jingtao and Yang Fan to do a career in the future, and let our Song family glorify our ancestors." ”

Looking at the firm eyes of the staff outside, Song Fu was noncommittal, but why was the staff so sentimental today?

By the lake in the backyard, a Nanmu coffee table was put down. In the middle, there are heaven and earth spirit tablets, and some sacrifices.

This scene has been seen a lot on TV, and Zhou Bo is no stranger to it. He was the biggest of the three, and he took out nine yellow incense sticks from it. Three sticks were given to each of the two brothers. With the help of the fire of the red candle, the incense was lit, and the three of them knelt down in front of the coffee table.

"The Emperor and the Queen of Heaven, today the three of us are here to form brothers with different surnames, from now on we will share blessings and difficulties, do not seek to live together, but to die together. Life and death are shared, and wealth is in the sky. If there is a betrayal, the blade clones. Zhou Bo's words were loud and loud, and he took the lead and spoke again.

"Don't live together, but die together. Life and death are shared, and wealth is in the sky. If there is a betrayal, the blade clones. ”

The three of them repeated it again and again, and each inserted the yellow incense into the incense burner. After drinking three cups again, the three of them laughed and helped each other back to their rooms to rest.

Who would have known that today's worship will closely connect the three of them, and the three ordinary hot-blooded young people will become the people of the Megatron Dynasty in the future

Beautiful dreams always wake up with urine, although today is not sobering, it makes Zhou Bo even more uncomfortable.

When I came back in the evening, I forgot to insert the door, and in the early morning I was still enjoying my sleep in a hazy sleep, and a little maid pushed the door in and brought a few changes of clothes......

"Young master, it's almost time to get up, the slave maid is waiting for you to change your clothes. ”

Zhou Bo is not like the frivolity of ordinary young people, and his traditional sense of concept is still very strong, so he rarely came into contact with women before. However, the twenties are the time of high energy, and a pillar of optimus in the morning is inevitable

Now there is a little maid who wants to serve him to change his clothes, and listening to the sound is also in the flower season, Zhou Bo can't stand it, and the small tent under him will make him even more ugly. Her eyes were closed, she didn't move, she wanted to pretend that she wasn't awake, and now she could only hope that this little girl wouldn't be too uninteresting.

The maid got the master's instructions today, let the new young master in the house have breakfast, how dare she slack off.

shouted twice, and Zhou Bo was still motionless. Helplessly, the little maid gently pulled Zhou Bo's quilt.

"Who, don't drag me to be quilted!" Zhou Bo's voice was not loud, but he was full of anger when he listened.

The maid was originally a girl, but today she was helpless to pull Zhou Bo's quilt. When Zhou Bo said this, his face turned crimson, and his pink face seemed to be bleeding.

Said shyly, "Young Master." The old man has instructed me to come and ask you to have breakfast. ”

Zhou Bo has now been promoted to the young master of the Song Mansion, of course, the treatment is different, and the grandfather of Song Yuan specially selected a maid to serve Zhou Bo.

This maid is a natural beauty, twenty-eight years old, but her figure is as vivid as a young woman. Looking at the girl's shy expression, Zhou Bo's already nervous body was about to reach the extreme, so he quickly turned his head and didn't look at her.

"Hmm. I'll put on my own clothes, and you go out first. "Although I am not a beast person, I am really afraid of doing something beastly at this time. The best precaution is to walk away from the stunner in front of you.

Looking at Zhou Bo's flushed face and the quilt on his legs, the maid's face turned red again, and she turned around and retreated.

The long Shen lazy waist, calmed down, and got up to get dressed. Ancient clothes are just not good. It's cumbersome to wear, and Zhou Bo is still very rusty when he wears this kind of clothes. I was very busy for a while. It's time to get dressed. The door was 'stubborn' opened, and the maid came in again, with washing water and teeth cleaning tools in her hands. I don't know if I just happened to pick up something and came back, or if I was waiting outside the door.

"Young Master, look at what you're wearing. As he spoke, he sorted out his clothes for Zhou Bo. Hibiscus noodles are right in front of you. The pure eyes were like a pool of clear water, and the fire that had just been suppressed was almost burning. Always remember to reuse it, and turn his head away from looking at her.

"Young master, the master has instructed that I will take care of your diet and daily life from now on. ”

"Hmm. Don't call me a young master, I'm not used to calling it, you still call me by my name. "Zhou Bo was originally a modern person, and there is no such thing as a young master in this era, how can you get used to it.

"Then what's the matter, you are the master, I am the slave, how dare I call your name. ”

"It doesn't matter, what kind of master and slave, although people have different identities, there is no distinction between high and low, from now on, you can just call me Zhou Bo. ”

"No, no, no, the master will kill me if he finds out. ”

"Well, that's it, when there are others, you call me young master, and when it's only the two of us, you can just call me Brother Zhou, how about it?" Suddenly came to ancient times, and he was still a little unacceptable to the title of young master, not to mention letting such a delicate little girl call a young master, Zhou Bo was also a little reluctant.

"It's not good. Hearing Zhou Bo's words, the maid's heart warmed.

"There's nothing bad about it, it's settled, I don't know what your name is for a long time. ”

"The slave's name is Xiaojiao. ”

"You still call yourself a slave, don't you anger me? Zhou Bo said and pretended to be angry.

"Well, Brother Zhou, my name is Xiaojiao. ”

"Hehe, that's right, people are as their name suggests, they are really delicate. ”

The pretty face was slightly red again, he had never been praised like this in his life, this young master was really unrestrained, how many of these words could be said casually. "Brother Zhou, I'll wait for you to wash your face. ”

"No, it's a lot of trouble for others to wash their faces, I'll just come by myself. ”

When washing his face, he uses soap, and the workmanship is very simple, and Zhou Bo still knows some about this kind of soap, which is mainly made of lard and caustic soda. In the previous society, people were still using it in the fifties and sixties, and then the soap came out, and this kind of lard soap was eliminated until it was used when washing clothes, and later it was used to wash clothes.

But now that it's ancient times, it's not easy to make this kind of thing. Brushing teeth is even more different, white tooth cleaning powder, I don't know what it is made of, wrap it around your fingers with a clean cloth, dip it in water and brush your teeth separately, it is very sandy after the entrance, and it strongly stimulates the whole mouth.

Looking at these toiletries, Zhou Bo secretly shook his head. These are just barely usable, and they are quite irritating, and I really want to invent some daily necessities in the future.

The idea was fleeting, as Zhou realized that he had learned nothing in his previous chemistry class. Now it is only remembered that gunpowder was made of charcoal, sulfur, saltpeter in proportion, and this proportion has long been forgotten.

Now Zhou Bo has the feeling that he hates less when the book is used, if he can learn more knowledge before, he may be able to make some objects now, hey, life is hard.

Today's breakfast has a special meaning, just like a newlywed couple getting up the morning of the second wedding day to give their parents morning tea.

When Zhou Bo came to the front hall, the two brothers had already arrived, and they were waiting for the eldest brother. The three of them walked up to the old father and saluted with him for morning tea.

Song Jingtao's mother has been dead for many years, and now the old man himself is left, and the old man has never married another man, and he supports the family. The old man had to take care of the business, so he went out after breakfast. Brother Zhou Boge and the three of them went out shopping.

Song Jingtao's home is in the center of the town, and there is a bustling street not far away.

People come and go, and there is a lot of traffic. Some ride horses and sit in sedan chairs, and some push carts to carry the burden. There are people who buy things, there are people who sell goods, what they sell and what they shout and drink, and their voices are ups and downs.

Those who ride horses and sit in sedan chairs are blessed, and those who carry the cart are also numerology, who is poor and who is rich is free and determined, and the mandate of heaven has been created by people.

Although there are many people on the street, most of them are men, and occasionally there is a woman who is also an older woman, and then there is a panicked person dressed as a maid, and it seems that she is in a hurry to report the news.

Women in this era can't just wander around the streets, unlike the 21st century, when women all love to go shopping, and when the young man is fine, he can go to see and evaluate it.

The bustling streets made Zhou Bo a little upset, and unconsciously, he gradually walked to the relatively deserted streets in the city, and the more he walked, the more deserted he became.

Before you know it, the deserted streets have become lively, and the number of people has increased, and they are all beggars, rushing forward in twos and threes.

Zhou Bo didn't know why, he was a little curious, and he also followed Hanako's direction and walked forward. From a distance, a large mansion is full of blue brick courtyard walls, more than one person high. In the middle of the courtyard wall is a small gate, and beggars line up at the small gate.

"Second brother, why are these beggars all here?"

"This is Xie Mansion, Xie Yuanwai is a prince under the account of Li Yu, the king of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was demoted by Li Yu because of his advice to the king of Hao. I heard that there is a young lady in this Xie Mansion, who is kind and generous, and always likes to open some porridge sheds or something, and give some food and clothes to those who ask for food, I guess this is the case today. Song Jingtao spoke carefully.

Knowing this, Zhou Bo hesitated for a moment and didn't know whether to continue walking.

At this moment, two beggars came from the opposite side, and the guy who asked for food in his hand was full of food.

Looking at the appearance of the two, Zhou Bo's heart moved, where can this be said with the word 'bitter'.

The two men were dressed similarly, wearing flowering hats, padded jackets with patches on the front and back, lantern pants to cover their bodies, and shabby straw sandals with their heels exposed. The gourd scoop in his hand was already broken.

However, the two of them have a good complexion, although they look very thin, but they are very energetic.

"This Miss Xie is so kind, it's rare these days. ”

"No, not only is the person good, but also good-looking, let's ask the Bodhisattva to bless Miss Xie to find a good family in the future. ”

"No, if she marries, will she still be able to give us alms?"

"Yes, I still bless Miss Xie with a long life. ”

Hearing the conversation between the two beggars, Zhou Bo couldn't help but smile in his heart, he had never seen what the young lady was like since he came to ancient times, and it was estimated that he would definitely not be the same as the young lady of his time. (To be continued.) )