When Mao Yulong was proud, he saw that on the small bridge opposite, there was also a flower umbrella, and the two slender figures under the umbrella were a little sister in a white dress and a green skirt, snuggling up and standing on the bridge to enjoy the rare snow scene of the small bridge. The gray background of the sky is set off by the snow-white umbrella, and the dotted plum pattern on the umbrella is more eye-catching and pretty through the white snow on the umbrella. The little sisters under the umbrella are graceful and graceful, the supple green silk flutters gently in the morning breeze, coupled with the snow-white walls on both sides of the river, and the various roof green tiles, which are indescribably charming.

This is the most vivid Jiangnan ink painting.

Seeing this, Mao Yulong couldn't help but be obsessed, and when he was intoxicated by this beautiful scenery, the two little sisters also tilted their heads to look at him, which made Mao Yulong really feel in a trance. I am admiring the beautiful ink painting formed by their sisters on the other side, but aren't the sisters on the other side also appreciating the beautiful ink painting that they have formed?

This is really the person in the painting looking at the person in the painting, and I don't know if I am the person in the painting or the sister opposite is the person in the painting.

The two sides are not far apart, and the smile and love can be seen clearly, and the slightly short sister on the opposite side saw Mao Yulong's demented appearance, and couldn't help but playfully stick out her tongue to him, which made Mao Yulong's childlike heart rise, twisted his neck, and let the small wings behind his head shake gently, wanting the other party to prove that he is a literate person, and he is also the kind of person with high school education or above.

As a result, such a performance provoked the white-dressed sister on the opposite side to sneer, and hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her sleeves, but this smile was like a sudden beautiful sunshine in the hazy sky, and the heavens and the earth were beautiful together. The fifteen-year-old body and the thirty-year-old mind made Mao Yulong immediately obsessed with a pig brother.

I couldn't help but think of "The Book of Songs, Zheng Feng, Zijin"; Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound? Qingqingzi Pei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Picky and embarrassed, in the city. Not seen for a day, like March. The heart was thinking, the mouth was moving, and I couldn't help but sing.

As a result, Mao Yulong forgot that this was a love poem, and the hero wrote that the protagonist was waiting for his sweetheart on the city tower for a long time and couldn't see him, so anxious that he walked back and forth, and it was like three months after not seeing each other for a day.

As a result, the two sides were not far apart, and Mao Yulong's chant clearly reached the ears of the other party, and although the other party was a small jasper, he seemed to have read poetry and books. Hearing it clearly, the little sister's apricot eyes stood up at the time, and she snorted at the no, "The little scholar is a disciple." Then he picked up the sister with a crimson face and left.

As a result, Mao Yulong's childlike heart rose, and he remembered the scene of the four talents in Stephen Chow's play, cocked his toes, raised his small shoulders, and arrogantly yelled at the back of his sisters. The mouth is still smiling like a smiling rattle.

As a result, the sister who didn't want to get off the bridge just now looked back, and when she saw Mao Yulong's appearance, she was even more embarrassed at the time, and she walked faster with the corner of her skirt, and disappeared on the street corner like a float, leaving Mao Yulong embarrassed to become a dog.

"It's a bad image, it's a bad image, how can this be good." But a selfish smile, this is just an occasional encounter, this is just a beautiful scenery in a painting where you look at me and I look at you, why take it seriously, why care: "It's in the picture, it's in the game, this is the demon, this is the cocoon, life should be open-minded, when peaceful." "That's what I think. Leaving behind what I didn't have, I put down the oil umbrella with a broken corner, first put it down to enjoy the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River, and hurried to the school to receive my first rice and the subsidy of 100 yuan. The poor mother and weak girl are small, and there is a skinny little yellow, who all need this money and food to make ends meet, where can people have so much leisure.

Daming has been raising scholars for hundreds of years, treating scholars well, as long as he is a Xiucai or above, regardless of wealth or poverty, in principle, there are five buckets of rice to support, and the money and grain are called Di Mi, so everyone is also called Di Sheng.

However, this treatment in the north has long been canceled by the financially constrained imperial court. Wei Zhongxian can't read big words, of course, he doesn't want to see cultural people in his heart, this is a kind of mentality that you don't want to see me, and I don't bother to pay attention to you, which may also be the reason why he will fight against Donglin once he is in power. As for who is more harmful to the country between the eunuchs and Donglin, in Mao Yulong's view, it is just a matter of two dogs fighting and making a mouthful of hair.

It was precisely from the heart that he didn't want to see the cultured people, that the miser Wei Zhongxian transferred the money and grain that was given to the literati as well as feeding the dogs, to the more strapped border army to resist foreign captives, and it also cut off the livelihood of the low-level scholars and literati.

But in the rich south, the literary style was at its peak, and between the state capitals, the grain from the righteous warehouse was also supplied, and the anti-righteous warehouse was also donated by the gentry from all over the country.

Today's official rice release day, born in a poor family, under the love of his father and mother, Mao Yulong will never dare to delay.

Walking up to the top of the small bridge and looking left and right at the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River, Mao Yulong knew that this was the result of the Xiaoice River period at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and shook his head bitterly. The snow in the south is not a good omen for the people to cheer for the Ruixue Mega Year, but it is a disaster for hundreds of people in the north, and it is a precursor to the great drought in the north, and the suffering of the Ming Dynasty has begun.

Fortunately, I crossed over to the rich and stable Jiangnan, and did not become a displaced person in the northwest, and there are still twenty years after the demise of the Ming Dynasty, who knows what kind of opportunities I will have in these twenty years? Everything is not in a hurry, it is not.

looked at Xiao Huang, who was pouting with his little tail behind him, and deliberately pretended to be a stern scolding: "Hurry up and go back to play with Xiaoya, otherwise I will break your little dog's legs." ”

Xiao Huang squatted on the bridge deck, sticking out his little tongue, shaking his little tail to look left and right, and scolding his master simply showed his ignorance. Because it knows that this owner of itself loves his family the most, including himself. Besides, if he wants to break his dog's leg, it depends on whether his little master, Xiao Yatong, agrees. When Mao Yulong walked forward, it followed up again and again, so that he could not leave an inch.

The reason why Xiao Huang followed the master so diligently was that he hoped that his master, after getting the rice money and grain, could go to the market to buy some meat and bones, although he couldn't eat it for a while, but it was also a pleasure to smell the taste in advance.

couldn't get rid of this sticky guy, Mao Yulong could only give up and continue to walk towards the county school. Regardless of whether he knew his father or not, he tried his best to show that he was calm, smiling with eight teeth and giving a salute, absolutely without the false innocence of a scribe.

And the people in the neighborhood along the way, seeing that this little showman, who is now the youngest in Hangzhou, can give him a gift, and they also respectfully return the salute. Although now in the Ming Dynasty, there are as many talents as dogs, and people are walking all over the streets. This is especially true in this southern place where the literary style is at its peak, but in any case, the literati are still respected.