After the sun waned, Lin Muzhi arranged Zhao Dongning back to the east wing. Originally, Zhao Dongning was going to give his own Lin Lang a hand, but his own Lin Lang refused to obey, so he had to give up.

There is an old saying in the countryside, marry a wife, eat and dress. This means that if you marry a wife, you have to cook and cook clothes at home. Cooking, in terms of the rules of this era, is the duty of a wife, after all, a gentleman is far away from cooking.

Zhao Dongning wants to cook, Lin Muzhi will definitely not agree. Are you kidding? As a child who has been nurtured by soy sauce monosodium glutamate, when he comes to this world with few condiments, he feels that the rice he cooks is unpalatable, but he can barely do it. But if you let Zhao Dongning, who has a pair of ten fingers that don't touch the spring water, cook, then it will definitely not be what the taste is. Besides, Lin Muzhi is reluctant, she is a girl who is favored by a thousand graces, and she is also favored by herself when she marries back, and the lady she takes back, who is she not favored? Although I feel that I am cheap, I am cheap, but I am cheap, what's the matter? Who makes themselves like it?

Lin Muzhi stood on the edge of the kitchen door facing west, looking at the sun on the west mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the entire mountain with golden light.

Slightly distracted, I encountered so many things today. In the morning, he had a morning with a group of Miss Gongzi, and in the afternoon, his relationship with Zhao Dongning heated up sharply.

Lin Muzhi sneered, then shook his head slightly, turned around and put on an apron, and walked into the kitchen.

Lin Muzhi felt that it was his luck to meet this group of young ladies and young ladies, but this group of young ladies may not feel so.

This poetry meeting, after Lin Muzhi left, seemed to be approaching the end from the climax, and it ended quietly. Crowded by the ridicule of the dog surnamed Lin, a large group of young ladies were already lacking in interest, and left the small village in twos and threes after lunch. But there are still about twenty people who stay, in fact, they really want to leave this place of shame, but Mr. Big has not returned yet.

The remaining group of people, in fact, there are no young ladies anymore, most of them are sons, and there is only a Zhu Fuzi and a little girl in a green dress, they are all from the south, starting from Hangzhou, and traveling all the way here. It's just that after traveling here, Mr. Big seems to be interested, and he will always break away from their team and swim between the mountains and rivers for a day.

After the sinking of Jin Wuxi, between the fields by the stream, there were two people leading horses, one old and one young, the old was not too old, and the few were not too little. The young figure is slightly thin, dressed in brocade, and he looks like he is also from a wealthy family, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, polite, and leading the horse behind the elderly. The older one doesn't look fat, he has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his face is full of smiles, but there seems to be a hidden sorrow between his eyebrows.

The two walked to the edge of the peach forest in Lin Mu's house, and at this time, the little girl in the green dress also got off the carriage. Seeing the middle-aged man in his early forties, but with gray hair on his sideburns, he ran over with joy, and the girl threw herself into the man's arms and said with a smile:

"Daddy, daddy, it's a loss for you to go out to enjoy the mountains and rivers today!"

As soon as the girl said this, Mr. Big knew it. All of them here are students from their own academy, presumably because today's poetry club has been divided into high and low, and there is no need to be a judge by yourself, so it's okay to be at ease.

Mr. Big doted on his girl's head and said:

"Then tell me, what did Daddy miss today?"

The girl broke free from her father's arms, took her father's hand and said

"Daddy, guess who wins today's poetry meeting?"

Mr. Big raised his eyes and glanced at the students in his academy, and said with a smile:

"It should be the talent from the north who comes out on top, I think it's a disciple of the academy, and it's a bad move!."

In fact, this kind of thing is not difficult to distinguish, the academy disciples present are all depressed, and the answer is already self-evident. To put it mildly, the chess is a bad move.

The quirky little girl shook her head with a smile:

"No, they left after they lost."

Mr. Big smiled and shook his head slightly

"So that's stumped Daddy!?"

At this time, Zhu Fuzi also got off the carriage, came to Mr. Big, bowed his hand, and spoke.

"I've seen Mr. Big."

This etiquette is still a bit exquisite, and the two salutes to Lin Mu are all blessings. Giving up to Mr. Big is a disciple salute. It shows Mr. Big's prestige in the academy.

Mr. Big raised his hands and said:

"Miss Zhu, you said that you don't need to be so polite on weekdays, so you can also tell me what happened here today?"

Hearing Mr. Big's question, Zhu Fuzi told him what he had seen and heard about meeting Lin Muzhi this morning. There is neither oil nor vinegar, nor deliberate praise. During this period, the little girl also gaged and added a kick. In the midst of the statement, Mr. Big nodded again and again. After saying that, Mr. Big said:

"Good! Good! All right! It's a slanting wind and drizzle, and you don't have to return! It shows the persistence and magic of all the anglers in the world, but it's a pity that the sentence has no beginning and no end, the beacon fire has been in for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 gold. I don't know if this little brother Lin has a complete poem, and I think it is also a good poem that is deeply reflective. There is also the thin gold body that Zhiqing girl said, it seems that she did miss a lot today! ”

The literati in the world, when they hear a good poem, they have to hold up the wine bowl and say it, and they should be white. Hearing this poem today, it can indeed make Mr. Big float, but this surnamed Lin also has a poem with no beginning and no end, which really makes Mr. Big have twenty-five cats in his heart, which is a hundred claws scratching his heart!

The beautiful woman in the world, if you don't see her figure, then there is no crankiness, but I am afraid that this kind of scene of holding the pipa and half-covering her face will not be able to get it.

Mr. Big went on to say:

"Do any of you want to go with me to visit this little brother Lin?"

The little girl clapped her hands and said that she was happy, and Zhu Fuzi was also smiling, and it seemed that she was willing to visit with Mr. Big. It's just that the remaining big gang of sons have a sad face, and they have worked hard all morning, so that the day of the dog is not in a good mood, and now they want to visit him? Don't even think about it, it must be another yin and yang weird run. Who wants to go? Isn't that uncomfortable for yourself?

"Go! Go! I would like to go with Mr. Big, I am more familiar with Brother Lin here. ”

Among a group of people, who dares to say that they are more familiar with Lin Muzhi at this moment, except for the yellow fat man of the good money boy, who else can there be?

The fat man smacked at the young man who had followed Mr. Big at first.

"Shen Gongzi, are you going?"

The son surnamed Shen is also an outlier in the academy. It is said that his writing is very good, but no one has ever seen him write poetry, he chatters all day long, and he doesn't know what he is tinkering with. may be the reason why they are not welcomed, but the relationship between the two is still relatively good. Since he came to this peach forest, he has stood behind Mr. Big and has been wandering outside. After being disturbed by the fat man, I didn't know if I heard what the fat man was saying, but I came back to my senses and replied:

"Huh? Oh! Good! ”

A group of five people, three men and two women, didn't do much effort, and came to the door of Lin Mu's house, the fat man was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, but he heard Mr. Big say a word slowly. Then he lowered his head sideways, pointed to the door and said to the little girl:

"Zhiqing, is this a thin gold body? This font is broad and majestic! It's very different from what you said, and it's very different! But this word! Great! ”

The fat man withdrew his hand and looked up and down at the couplet on the door, his eyes rolling wildly. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Xiangyangmen's first spring is always there,

There is more than enough celebration for good people.

Mr. Big's words were good, but they fell into Zhu Fuzi's ears, but they were a little unpleasant. When Lin Muzhi wanted to inscribe on his painting, Zhu Fuzi was also slightly angry, and later Lin Muzhi did not write, but asked his wife to write the inscription. Now that I think about it, if it weren't for the inscription on the painting of his wife, Lin Muzhi really wouldn't have looked down on her masterpieces.

The girl named Zhiqing waved her hand and said:

"No, no, this is definitely not written by Sister Ning! Sister Ning's handwriting is not like this, if you don't believe it, you can ask Sister Zhu. ”

Mr. Big didn't speak, turned his head with a questioning attitude, and looked at Zhu Fuzi. Zhu Fuzi didn't reply, but only slightly nodded in agreement.

Mr. Big went on to say:

"The words are majestic, strong and powerful, although there are still slight flaws, they are not mature, if it is not from the handwriting of Lin Lao Xiucai, it is not more than ten years old to Zhiqing girl, then this husband and wife are not simple, this word..."

As he spoke, Mr. Big closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Well, it smells so good!"

Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear. The fat man looked at Mr. Big's intoxicated expression, and immediately said:

"What Mr. Big said is very true, this word is really a good word, there is still the fragrance of ink, it is really fragrant...."

Before the fat man finished speaking, he saw Zhiqing covering her mouth and grinning:

"This couplet was written a few years ago, and it has been more than a month, where is there any ink fragrance? It was obvious that Daddy smelled the fragrance of Sister Ning's food, and at this time, it was estimated that the gluttonous worm was hooked out again, hehehehe. ”

was said by Zhiqing's girl, and Huang Guan was petrified on the spot.

Mr. Big says:

"Huang Guan, you stand back, I'll knock on the door!"