That's right, Feng Han deliberately angered the female reporter, and it would be good to be able to anger her out of gynecological disease.

He is not a stingy person, but today this woman, and the organization behind her, will make her irretrievable, it doesn't matter if she ruins my reputation, but how can I make money if I ruin my reputation!

Some bottom lines are untouchable!

Feng Han almost scolded her directly, but she didn't expect this woman to be crazy yet, "Okay, okay, I'll find a beautiful woman and let her ask the question, and just let everyone see if you are deceiving the world and stealing your name!"

But I don't feel far from going crazy, her eyes are red, and she is a little hoarse when she speaks, and the woman rushes into the crowd, looking for it, and suddenly her eyes light up!

Lu Youxi knew that she would definitely be chosen, even if she was wearing the most ordinary school uniform, she was still the most shining one in the crowd.

However, after the female reporter passed shoulders with Lu Youxi, she found Zeng Lexin behind her, "May I ask you are a teacher, right?"

"No, I'm just passing through. Zeng Lexin was pleasantly surprised, although he had a pox today, he was no worse than these flower girls.

"Then I'll trouble you, I'll look at the scene, you are the most beautiful, how about you make the question?"

Someone is empty immediately, whether there is vision or not, how old is that eldest sister!

Of course, the boys are a complete, compared to those yellow-haired girls, this is a woman!

Of course, the female reporter saw Lu Youxi, but she deliberately turned a blind eye, her name is Hu Jiao, she has a younger brother named Hu Yiran, and a cousin named Zhu Peiqi, the poem was heard from Zhu Peiqi, and Zhu Peiqi also told her that Lu Youxi was Feng Han's tablemate.

Zeng Lexin asked the school leaders to keep quiet, but in fact, many people already recognized her, the beautiful city lord, especially those reporters from the local newspapers in Wucheng, oh my God, it turned out to be the happy city lord of "Wucheng is beautiful, but it is not as good as the city lord one-ten-thousandth of the lord"!

Hu Jiao didn't care about politics, she brought Zeng Lexin, who had a sweet smile, to Feng Han, "This big beauty is qualified enough for you to write poetry!"

Ah, it's still an acquaintance, isn't this Teacher Le Kan and his sister? Up close, it looks more like Gao Yuanyuan, and it's even more beautiful than on TV!

Zeng Lexin also seemed to recognize Feng Han, this genius turned out to be the high school student who told her nephew a story, and she was embarrassed in front of her father, and she thought that she was going to be introduced to him to understand and develop.

Feng Han was full of confidence, "Please come up with a question." ”

Zeng Lexin asked, "What subject are you good at, whether it is feelings or landscapes or aspirations, I will come up with something you are good at." ”

"How can this be, of course you have to be surprised!" Hu Jiao was anxious, "You are blatantly releasing water!"

However, Zeng Lexin smiled slightly, "Then you are openly embarrassing people, there are few people in the world who can do what you say, not to mention that he is just a child." ”

Although Zeng Lexin was laughing, he was full of aura, and he didn't dare to refute Hu Jiao.

Feng Han didn't care, "I really don't know what I'm good at, you can just come out, I'll take it, it's not difficult for me anyway." ”

Showing off in front of beautiful women is a common problem of men, regardless of whether he has a sister or girlfriend.

Seeing that Feng Han said this, Zeng Lexin was not polite, she looked around the canteen at this time, and saw that the trash can was already full of discarded things, including steamed rice, vegetables, and meat.

The Chinese people have always paid attention to frugality, but in recent years, with the country and the people becoming rich and strong, the phenomenon of waste has become more and more serious, although there is a steady stream of food and meat from Southeast Asia and Goryeo Fusang to supply Daxia, but waste is still a shameful behavior, and it is a phenomenon that needs to be resolutely eliminated.

Zeng Lexin didn't think about the difficulty of the topic, and directly explained what he meant, "I found that the waste scene in the canteen is very serious, but the canteen does not hang relevant slogans, you can think of one." ”

Hearing this, Hu Jiao was happy, this is too difficult, I have never seen a poet write a poem about wasting food! I have never seen this subject before, it is too niche, I want to see what you should do when you seal the cold!

This is easy to do!

Feng pondered for a while during the winter vacation, and happened to see that the table had not been wiped clean, and there was a grain of rice stuck to it.

He pinched this crystal clear rice and began the performance in front of all the teachers and students.

Lights OK!

Radio OK!

Props OK!

Action!

Feng Han paced and groaned, "At noon on hoeing day," he turned around, "Sweat drops fall into the soil." ”

His eyes were more distant and deep, and he raised the rice grains in his hand higher.

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

After reading a poem, Feng Han threw the rice grains into his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed carefully, as if he could taste the sadness and fatigue of the farmer's uncle!

This is the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen's two poems of compassion for farmers, and the other is "Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn." There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

This song is actually widely circulated, but it is too inappropriate and reactionary to use in the here and now, and hoe He can barely say the past.

Although agriculture is now modernized and farmland relies more on machinery, agriculture is still very tiring and hard in many mountainous areas, and the picture of waving a hoe under the sun still exists.

In fact, there are three poems of Li Shen's "Compassion for Nong", people have only seen the first two for thousands of years, and the third poem was transmitted to the imperial palace, and it was not circulated among the people until modern times, when people found it in the Tang Dynasty poetry scroll in the Dunhuang grottoes (the old Buddha put it in the author said).

The style of the two poems is simple and heavy, the language is simple and simple, and the syllables are harmonious and bright, perhaps these can not be called the characteristics of excellent poetry works.

Of course, because of the current social environment, even hoeing He, it is difficult for these people who grew up in honeypots to feel something, so they have to cooperate with Feng Han's performance art to eat.

When he saw Feng Han eat the rice grain he picked up from the dining table, Feng Han seemed to be dressed in holy light at this time, becoming taller! handsome!

Originally, those high school students who had never taken a few grains of rice and steamed buns seriously, at this time they only felt extremely ashamed, they were also classmates who lived together, why was the gap between people so big!

Some people silently picked up half of the steamed bun that was about to be thrown away and stuffed it into their mouths, some people carefully ate the rice grains on the bowl before washing the bowl, and a boy smacked the chicken leg bones over and over again, just so as not to waste a trace of chicken!

In fact, the most touching person should be Li Yiyang, his parents are farmers, written in Feng Han's poems, he has seen and experienced it himself, but he doesn't like Feng Han, but dislikes it even more!

He just stood on a high place and looked down on the peasants as a saint, and took pity on these peasants.

Feng Han opened his eyes, and the performance was almost acceptable, "This is a quatrain that I just wrote with feelings, called Min Nong, not a beautiful reporter aunt, and a beautiful passerby sister, please comment~"