Back at the county office, Moli and the generals will keep the New Year together. In this era, there is no Spring Festival Gala for entertainment and complaining, and there is no mahjong card game for entertainment, but a large group of people get together to talk and laugh.

After nearly half a month of development, the total strength of the revival army reached 12,000, of which 10,000 were stationed in Lingchuan City and 2,000 were stationed in Heiyun Village.

In addition, the distillery was moved to the city of Yeongcheon. Fertilizer factories and cement factories have also set up branches in the suburbs of Lingchuan to start larger-scale production and sales, and industry, agriculture, commerce, science and technology and other aspects have begun to slowly move on the right track.

After talking about this year's achievements and next year's plans for a while, Du Geng suggested that everyone should have some entertainment while drinking to liven up the atmosphere.

What to do?

He Zhendong said: "Otherwise, let's let Master Mo chant a few poems for us!" ”

"Yes, yes! Brother He, let's have a song first! Liang Peijun agreed first and said mischievously.

He Zhendong waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, how can I do any poetry, and how dare I show off this bit of ink in front of Lord Mo!" Are the brothers right? ”

"Yes, yes! Master Mo will give us a song! The crowd followed suit. It's just that Guan Feng is secretly anxious about Mo Li, because in his impression, Master Mo doesn't seem to have much literary talent.

Mo Li was secretly embarrassed when he heard this, where would he write any poems, but there were a few "obscene poems". At this time, he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhendong doesn't have to be too humble, let's give the big guy a song!" ”

"That's right, although our Lord Mo is surnamed Mo, but there may not be much ink in people's stomachs, Brother He, don't be polite to him." Liang Peijun said with a smile.

"Ahem...... Cough! Mo Li almost choked. He rolled his eyes, and quickly turned out the only few poems in his memory, wanting to pretend to be knowledgeable, thinking for a while, and deciding to still be Taizu's "Qinyuan Spring. Snow is more appropriate.

"Since the brothers raise love, then Mo Li will be ugly, so let's start with a song, just for the purpose of throwing bricks and attracting jade, brothers don't want to laugh." As he spoke, Mo Li cleared his throat and began to chant: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

"Good! That's great! Master Mo's poem is magnificent, scolding Fang Xuan, and it is full of extraordinary momentum and pride, which is really a good word! Du Geng exclaimed loudly.

And all the people cheered up. Guan Feng was even more secretly surprised, when did the adult become so talented.

Liang Peijun couldn't help but look at Mo Li with admiration, this little rascal was still so literate, he was really blindsided.

Lin Guo looked at Mo Li with a smile, although she didn't know much about poetry and songs, but when she saw that everyone praised her lover, she was naturally extremely happy in her heart.

Nonsense, this is Taizu's classic, isn't it a good word. Mo Zhu thought proudly, fortunately, when he was in middle school, he had written this poem "Qinyuan Spring" more than ten times. Snow.

However, although Mo Li is thick-skinned, he is also embarrassed to listen to everyone's praise, after all, this plagiarism business is not so glorious.

"The brothers have praised it, praised it falsely, hehe, I heard that Brother Du has always been extraordinary, so I will give you a song!" Mo Li laughed.

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself." Du Geng was not verbose, and after a little hesitation, he blurted out: "Qin Shimingyue Han Shiguan, who will return the vicissitudes of life." laughed about how many ancient and modern things, and looked back at the pen. ”

"Good! Uncle Du's poem has a far-reaching artistic conception, and there is a sense of pride in the indifferent elegance, not bad! Liang Peijun clapped his hands and said.

The crowd cheered again.

"Where, where, my niece has won the prize! By the way, Mr. Zhou's literary and martial arts are superior, and your niece is talented since childhood, so you can also open everyone's eyes with a song! Du Geng said with a smile.

Liang Peijun stood up a little shyly and said, "Since Uncle Du has spoken, then my niece is better off being respectful." ”

"Good! Miss Liang's poems must be good poems. Mo Li said with a stroking of his palm.

Liang Peijun's face was slightly red, as if intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Mo Li, his cherry lips opened lightly, and he slowly groaned: "I vaguely painted roses in my dreams, and I only delayed my way in spring." This love should have been a song, and I knew what day it was in that year, month, and month. ”

Mo Li doesn't like to study, where do you know what poetry and songs, I just think Liang Peijun's poems are very beautiful and rhyme, and then Liang Peijun's voice is very pleasant, that's all.

Most of the others are rough men, and they don't know much words, let alone poetry and songs.

But Du Geng heard the girl's thoughts from Liang Peijun's poems, the girl was pregnant with spring, but she couldn't express her distress, and she vaguely revealed a sense of resentment.

Who does the girl fall in love with?

Du Geng pondered for a long time, but he was still a little puzzled, and when he looked up, he accidentally saw that Liang Peijun looked at Mo Li's eyes and seemed to have some resentment, and he seemed to understand a little.

Everyone cheered again, and then Cao Bianjiao suddenly said loudly: "You are all cultural people, I am a rough person, I always feel that although these poems are good, but there is a feeling of sourness, my favorite is still Yue Wumu's sentence, Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood!" Drive out the Tartars and smash the Yellow Dragon, how happy! ”

"That's right! Let's fight together to drive out the Tartars and return me to the Qingming world in China! Mo Li said loudly.

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves! ”

In a joyful, lively and intense atmosphere, Moli ushered in the first Spring Festival in the Ming Dynasty.

And it came to pass when all the people went and rested.

Mo Li drank a little too much, and Lin Guo helped him back to the room.

Lin Guo served Mo Li to lie down, and was just about to go out, Mo Li suddenly grabbed her little hand and said, "Guo'er, don't go, stay with me." ”

Lin Guo blushed and his heart was beating, and he lowered his head and said, "My lord, I, I'd better go back, so as not to cause gossip ......"

"What's gossiping? Guo'er, I'll marry you tomorrow! Luckily? Mo Li propped himself up and said loudly.

Lin Guo was almost startled when he heard this, looked back at the door, and saw that there was no one outside, so he was a little relieved, and said angrily: "My lord, have you drunk too much?" Why are you talking nonsense? ”

"I didn't drink too much." Mo Li looked at Lin Guo seriously and said: "Guo'er, I, I don't want to owe you too long, the most important thing for a girl is her reputation, I have decided, I will give you this title!" Otherwise, others will gossip! We're going to get married tomorrow! ”