The hand that grabbed Wang Zhu's arm was very strong, and even Wang Zhu was a little surprised, how could this teacher, who looked weak, have so much strength?

"Tell me, who taught you poetry?" Guo Yu glared at him fiercely.

Wang Zhu was frightened, looking at Guo Yu's appearance, it seemed that he had the posture of asking the teacher to ask for guilt, and he didn't know where Li Su's poems were taboo, in line with the principle of good brothers and righteousness, Wang Zhu straightened his chest and said: "I made it myself!" ”

Guo Yu was angry and slapped over, it is a matter of course for a teacher to smoke students these years, even if he is only taught for one day, he is also a teacher, and he doesn't even have to find a reason to smoke students, and the parents will even applaud when they see it, what about my son, Mr. is too face-saving, and another ......

"You fart! Not to mention composing poetry, do you know how to read? ”

I can't blame Guo Ju for being prejudiced, it's really Wang Zhu who really doesn't have the temperament of a poet, wearing a linen shirt, the placket is slightly open, his face is full of meat, his arm muscles are high and knotted, and he will probably grow a palm-wide heart hair after a few years of development...... I don't believe it.

"I really did it." Wang Zhu bit to death and did not let go.

Guo Yu smiled angrily, broke a willow branch casually, and wrote a big word "ugly" on the sand of the river beach.

"What do you mean? If you can read it, I will believe it. ”

"This ......" Wang Zhu was dumbfounded, his fingers kept gesturing, and after a long time, his face became redder and redder, and finally stomped his feet heavily, and said sadly: "It's too bullying!" ”

Guo Yu sneered: "Hurry up and tell the truth, who taught you this poem, don't say that I will go to your house to talk to your father." ”

Teachers' home visits, this kind of threat has not changed for a thousand years.

Wang Zhu gritted his teeth and made up his mind not to betray Li Su.

Wang Lao Er on the side was very straightforward, and said with a smile: "Sir, don't embarrass my brother, our brother only walks closest to Li Su, Li Su is a person with great ability, and most of this poem is what he taught my brother......"

Wang Zhu was furious and slapped it over: "Dog miscellaneous/broken, usually three sticks can't hit a fart, one mouth betrays your brother, Lao Tzu will whip you to death!" ”

Wang Zhi was sucked into tears and shouted, "What betrayed your brother? What's wrong? What's wrong with a poem? ”

Seeing the reaction of the two brothers, Guo Yu understood, and muttered thoughtfully: "Li Su? ”

One person kicked him, Guo Yu successfully prevented the two brothers from killing each other, spilling blood on the river beach, and still silently reciting Wang Zhuan's poem just now.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work...... Ay? No, the meaning of these two poems is completely different, and the level and rhyme are not right, what's going on? ”

Wang Zhuan's eyes widened, and he said blankly: "Huh? Ask me? ”

Guo Yu sighed, chatting with the illiterate about poetry, and the artistic conception of playing the piano to the cow is the same.

So Guo Yu turned around and left, and said, "I'll go find Li Su." ”

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Taiping Village is not big, there are more than 100 households in total, Guo Yu found Li Su almost no effort, on the road to find someone to ask, the villagers pointed out the way with a look of admiration, worried that Guo Yu still could not find it, simply lost the farm work, enthusiastically brought him to Li's house.

There is no one in the Li family, the father and son have gone to work in the fields, the firewood and the door of the house are not closed, the people in the village are simple, and they have long been left behind and have not closed their doors at night, Guo Yu entered the Li family without any obstacles.

shouted a few times, but no one in the house answered, Guo Yu was very polite and sat patiently outside the threshold and waited.

Looking around, seeing that the Li family's house tiles were simple and the house was surrounded by walls, Guo Yu became more and more puzzled in his heart.

In these years, there are not many people who can read and write, but anyone who has a little knowledge should have a good family background, otherwise they can't afford to support readers, but the Li family is so poor, such a family background, how did the child named Li Su learn to compose poetry?

Too much confusion lingered in Guo Yu's heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sit still, and the little patience in his heart gradually wore out.

Walking around the threshold twice, Guo Yu couldn't restrain his curiosity, so he simply threw away the etiquette and walked into the house.

The room was as dilapidated and shabby as he had imagined, and it was dimly lit, with a low table in the middle of the room, on which paper and pens were quietly placed.

Guo Yu was shocked and said "Huh", such a poor family can afford paper and pens, which is really beyond Guo Yu's expectations.

Rushing forward, Guo Yu stepped forward to take a closer look and found that there were words written on the paper.

"Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth, when the flowers bloom and must be folded, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches...... Hiss-" Guo Yu's eyes widened, and he gasped, and the doubts in Fang Cai's heart disappeared in an instant.

I really know how to compose poetry! And it's so wonderful, it's worth a lifetime!

In an instant, Guo Yu's heart was filled with all kinds of feelings, like jealousy, envy and pity.

Guo Yu is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today, and has been reading books for more than ten years, but after all, his talent is limited, he has less than a bucket, he can't learn a car, and he has written countless poems over the years, but he has never been able to get a single poem.

But in this small Taiping Village, I accidentally found a great talent who wrote poetry, and what is even more unbelievable is that this great talent is only a little over ten years old.

can make such a subtle quatrain when he is more than ten years old, compared to his mediocrity in Guo Yu over the years, Guo Yu's mood at this time is more than complicated?

As if he had been hit by a huge blow, Guo Yu stared at the poems on the paper in despair, I don't know how long it took, Guo Yu sighed, and left the Li family with a slight stagger, as for the purpose of his coming, he didn't care about it at the moment.

When he returned home, Guo Yu sighed for a long time, expressed his scholarly feelings, and finally wrote down Li Su's "Golden Clothes" and sent it to Princess Dongyang's mansion.

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It was already dark when Li Daozheng and Li Su went home.

The father and son put down the farm tools, Li Daozheng lit the oil lamp, in the dim and swaying light, Li Daozheng found that the hemp paper on the table was hidden handwriting, Li Daozheng did not know how to read, but he was also overjoyed.

"You wrote the words?"

Li Su nodded.

Li Daozheng carefully picked up the paper, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, although he didn't know a word, but ...... That's amazing!

"It's only been a day since I entered the school, and I recognize so many words, good! My baby will definitely be able to become a big official in the future. Li Daozheng never forgot to be an official.

Li Su finally couldn't help it: "Dad, if the child doesn't want to be an official, what should I do?" ”

"Smoke you." Li Daozheng's answer was concise and to the point, and the murderous intent was sensitive.

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PS: There is only one shift tonight, and on the weekend, I want to go to the stadium to play and exercise......

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