After the end of the lotus party, some people who paid more attention to Du Jiumei changed their views, which was Du Jiumei's biggest gain at the lotus party. At the same time, Du Jiumei's poem was circulated among scholars. The more I read, the more charming I became, and I felt that only a pure woman like a lotus flower could write such affectionate and sexual poems. The previous rumors must all be false.

Hearing the report of the people below, Du Jiumei was happy all day long, knowing that a poem can have such a big change, she had the idea of plagiarizing a book of poems. It's just a thought!

"Xiao Jiu'er, you don't have to worry about it now, as time goes by, those rumors will have less and less impact on you." In front of the Yang family, Du Qimei smiled and made her mother happy.

Yang and Du Qimei are both local women of the Great Jin Dynasty, and their reputation is more important than life, they can't do Du Jiumei's indifference, and they often can't sleep all night because Du Jiumei's reputation is damaged!

Yang was the happiest in the family, and said angrily: "Oh, if I knew that writing poetry could change the situation, I would have asked Xiao Jiu'er to write poetry a long time ago." Xiao Jiu'er, if you don't have anything to do at home in the future, you can compose poems well. No, ask your grandfather and grandpa. ”

"Ahem!" Du Jiumei, who was drinking tea, was choked and had a bitter face, "Mother, how can it be so easy to compose poems!" I thought about that poem for months. ”

Yang didn't care, waved his hand and said, "It's because it's difficult, so it's expensive." I don't know how to compose poetry, but I can understand some of it. From today, turn in one poem a day. In the future, my mother will pay for you to get a poetry collection! Let my little nine children be famous. ”

Du Jiumei was so frightened that she almost fell off the chair, she knew some of the masterpieces of the ancients in her previous life, but she couldn't stand one song a day, it was estimated that it would take less than a month to empty the inventory in her stomach. Moreover, Du Jiumei had scruples about copying these poems, worried about repeating the poems on this interface.

The previous Lian Fuzi's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" was exactly the same as Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" in his previous life.

Du Jiumei couldn't recite everything, but she remembered the famous sentence, "The tide of the spring river is even the sea." The moon and the moon on the sea are born together". Oh, my God. Except that the author is not alone, everything else is exactly the same.

In this way, every time Du Jiumei copies it, she will knock on the side to her uncle and grandfather, have you seen it. Even the verses of this lotus meeting. Du Jiumei followed Feng Qingyang and the beautiful grandfather to confirm it beforehand! Confirm no. This is only as an inventory for her occasional counterattack.

"Mother. Writing poetry is not about buying things, you can buy them for a little money, you can't force them. Du Qimei hurriedly helped her sister speak. One poem a day, Xiao Jiu'er is estimated to be able to pull out the hair on her head in a hurry! This is not an encouragement, it will drive Xiao Jiu'er crazy.

Seeing that the seventh sister was helping her speak, Du Jiumei plucked up the courage and said, "Yes, mother, you can't force me like this, I'll do it anyway." ”

Seeing that the two daughters were so eager, Yang felt that he seemed to be too eager, thought about it, and said: "One poem a day is a bit much, it takes time to make a good poem, and my mother understands." In that case, let's write a poem every ten days. ”

"What?" Du Jiumei stood up, "Mother, do you still want to compose poems?" ”

Du Jiumei was angry, and Yang was also angry, and said angrily: "If you want to do it, of course you have to do it, it's useless for anyone to intercede." If you don't want one poem in ten days, then one poem a day, you choose! This matter please, I will keep an eye on it, if you dare to be lazy, hum, your father is reluctant to beat you if you hurt you, I am willing! ”

"Mother, Xiao Jiu'er is your own child, you can't do this to me." Du Jiumei wailed, how could this be! I knew that composing poetry could bring such heavy homework, and she would never recite poems in the Lotus Club, this is the rhythm of death!

If she doesn't write poetry, at most she won't be amazed, and she won't miss a single hair of her Du Jiumei; can make this poem, let the mother taste the sweetness, a poem in ten days, terrible!

Writing poetry, Du Jiumei really can't, does her mother want her to be a shameless person who only plagiarizes?

Du Qimei was startled, she hadn't seen her mother so serious, she was angry, and hurriedly dragged Du Jiumei, who was holding her neck to theorize, and said, "Xiao Jiu'er, my mother has already given in, you should also give in!" Otherwise, one song a day will be even more tiring! ”

Du Jiumei saw Yang's face, she didn't let go at all, and said: "Ten days is too short, I can compose poems, but the poems I make are not good, you can't blame me!" ”

"Humph!" Yang glared at the two sisters, "After writing a poem, I will let your sister-in-law take you out to play, if you can't write well, you two don't go anywhere, just stay at home." ”

Du Qimei was stunned, pointed to her nose, and said, "Mother, didn't you let Xiao Jiu'er write poems?" Why do I have to write it too? ”

Seeing Du Qimei ask like this, Yang smiled proudly and said, "Don't think that my mother hasn't read a book, so I don't know that there is a red-sleeved fragrance." Then Li Rui is a scholar, if you can't memorize poems and compose poems, you will be fine when you are young, but when you are old, you will have no common language, and your feelings will fade. ”

This is Yang's experience, she was a peasant girl, she didn't know a few words, but after marrying, in order to have something to say to Du Dashan, she often asked Du Dashan to teach her to write and memorize poems, and her feelings were very good. In retrospect, it's all sweet. Even now, although the old husband and wife are old, they occasionally memorize a few lines of poetry to increase their interest.

Du Qimei scratched her head, what her mother said made sense, but she was not more enlightened than Xiao Jiu'er, how to write poems!

Thinking that Du Qimei was not as smart and clever as Xiao Jiu'er, Yang changed his words and said: "You can not write poems, but you must recite twenty poems in ten days." Or just write a poem and do it yourself. ”

Du Qimei looked at Yang with a bitter face, and said with a bitter face: "Is it okay to recite ten poems in ten days?" ”

"No, no, no one is allowed to be lazy." Yang said solemnly, "If you are lazy, I will definitely teach you a good lesson・・・・・・

Yang was very excited as if she had been greatly stimulated, and whoever refuted her would be ruthlessly suppressed by her!

Seeing this, Du Qimei said, Lala Du Jiumei said: "Xiao Jiu'er, my mother is also good for us, so you can agree!" Anyway, I'm with you! "If you can't compose poems, then recite twenty poems! Ten days, you should be able to memorize it.

The matter has been decided, and it can't be changed, so I have to accept it, Du Jiumei pouted and said, "Okay, isn't it just a poem, I can't make it myself!" ”

Seeing that the two daughters agreed, Yang nodded and said: "They are all my good daughters, if you are obedient, what you want in the future, where you want to go, as long as you tell your mother, your mother will agree." (To be continued.) )