The three of them finished their meal for about a quarter of an hour (there were three teas at a moment, one tea with two pillars of incense, and one pillar of incense with five minutes). After eating and drinking, he asked Xiao Er to clean up the scraps on the dinner table.

Chen Yi looked at Miss Su and Xiaozhu talking. I found Xiao Er and quietly asked about the cost of the meal. Xiao Er bent his head and pinched his fingers to calculate.

"Childe, a total of 30 taels." The shopkeeper said to Chen Yi with a smile. Chen Yi hurriedly pulled Xiao Er aside, leaned down and asked in a low voice:

"Can you take credit? I came in a hurry today, and I didn't have any extra silver on my body. Xiao Er looked at Chen Yi with disdain, and his tone of voice changed, and he said contemptuously:

"I'm sorry, our hotel doesn't pay on credit, but our host said that whoever can keep us with a hand to satisfy him with the ancient poems can receive 50 taels of silver for free." Chen Yi thought for a moment. There is really no other way, Gu Shi himself wrote down a lot in his previous life, but think about it for himself, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, they are afraid that they will perform too well, and they are afraid of being suppressed by their so-called father and people in the family. It's really troublesome, and I don't want to beg Miss Su, and I can't pull it off. So I had to bite the bullet and say to Xiao Er:

"I don't know what kind of ancient poems do you want, boss?"

"I don't know about this, you come with me, you'll know when you arrive" Xiao Er turned around and silently followed behind Xiao Er. This society is really realistic, if you have money, you are a master, and if you don't have money, you will be a grandson.

"Boss, after eating, this son forgot to bring the money, and said that he was willing to recite a poem." The boss looked at Chen Yi standing in front of him, wearing an ice blue silk coat, and the snow-white piping trim embroidered with an elegant bamboo leaf pattern on the coat starved the mutton fat hairpin on his head complemented each other. At first glance, he is a noble son of a rich and noble family.

Chen Yi also looked at the owner of this shop, about 40 years old, not tall, with a ruddy face, dressed in dark blue ban, and wearing a green jade wrench on his hand. (A symbol of status and ability in this dynasty.) There were also a few richly dressed noblemen standing around him. Chen Yi arched his hand to the boss, (like shaking his hands, but his body and arms don't have to move.) ）

"I don't know the boss's surname?"

"The contemptible person's surname is Zhu, but I don't know the son's noble surname?" Boss Zhu asked.

"Boss Zhu, just call me Lin Gongzi. I heard from the second child of your shop that as long as you can make a poem that satisfies you, you can receive 20 taels of silver. Chen Yi said humbly.

"Yes, I said that."

"I don't know what the requirements are in terms of subject matter?"

"As long as it's a good poem," the people who were eating around heard that someone was going to compose a poem, and they all gathered around. Chen Yi thought for a moment, and a poem appeared in his brain. With his steps, every step Chen Yi takes, the eyes of the people around him gather. Chen remembered his mother in his previous life, whenever he was going to go far away, he always looked at the scene silently. blurted out: "The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt." When the people around heard it, they thought it was good, and this should be a poem in praise of my mother. The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt", are actually two phrases, not two sentences, so that the writing is from people to things, highlighting the two most ordinary things, and writing the flesh and blood feelings of mother and son dependent on each other. Everyone is looking forward to the next sentence. Chen Yi took two more steps and said: "Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late." There was silence all around, and the next two sentences were written about people's movements and attitudes, focusing on the mother. At this moment before leaving, the old mother was stitching and threading, and the needles and threads were so fine, because she was afraid that her son would not be able to return for a long time, so she had to sew the clothes more strongly. In fact, the old man's heart is not eager for his son to return safely as soon as possible! A mother's deep affection is revealed in the most subtle places in daily life. Simple and natural, intimate and touching. There are no words or tears here, but a piece of love overflows from this ordinary and common scene, tugging at the heartstrings of everyone present, tear-jerking, evoking the associations and deep memories of onlookers.

People saw Chen Yi standing motionless, quietly waiting for the next verses, and no one in the audience spoke. Everyone present pricked up their ears and listened carefully to the next verse that was about to be spoken. At this time, Chen Yi thought of his gray-haired old mother on the earth, and his sister. I wonder how they're doing? Thinking of this, my eyes not only moistened. Say the last sentence: "Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with three springs." ”

"Good poetry," the son next to Boss Zhu praised. Chen Yi raised his head and looked at the boy who spoke, with black hair in green clothes, clothes and hair are flowing and elegant, not tied or tied, his face is like a crown of jade, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his posture is good, and his expression is also good.

"Lin Gongzi, surnamed Li, named Bin, loves to make friends with talented and beautiful women. This wordless poem you composed, the name of the poem is Zuo? "Li Bin: Press your left hand and hide your right hand in your sleeve, raise your hand to increase your forehead, bow 90 degrees, and then get up, and at the same time raise your eyebrows with your hand again, and then put your hand down.

Chen Yi hurriedly returned the salute, thinking in his heart, I have the ability to make such a good poem, and I am also stained with the light of Mengjiao in the Tang Dynasty. Chen Yi pondered for a moment. Say:

"This poem is called (The Wanderer's Song)"

"Okay, good, what a wanderer's chant, say three good words in a row, Lin Gongzi, I was taught today. The last two sentences, I think, enter another layer of deep meaning: "Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs." "Who speaks" is somewhat comparable to "who knows" and "who will", in fact, it is better to be "who speaks" according to the poetic sense. The poet's rhetorical question is particularly meaningful. I think these two sentences are the sublimation of the first four sentences, which convey the blazing affection of the child: for the mother's love as thick as the sun in spring, how can the filial piety expressed by the little daylily flower be repaid. It really has the meaning of "the virtue of wanting to repay, Haotian is reckless", and the feelings are so sincere and sincere. The people around him also praised Li Bin.

"Zhang San, why are you crying?" Li Si next to Zhang San asked

"I think of my mother from afar, Li Si, I want my hometown, I want to accompany my mother." After Zhang San finished speaking, he took out the silver and put it on the table, and hurriedly walked out.

"Zhang San. Wait for me, I want to go back to my hometown too" Li Si also hurriedly chased out.

The people around him also fell into deep thought.

"Lin Gongzi, today is really an eye-opener for Zhu, this is the money you won, a total of 50 taels." Boss Zhu handed over the bag full of 50 taels. Chen Yi took the money bag, didn't look at it, gave it to the second child on his side, and said to Xiao'er that this is the money for the meal. After saying that, he turned around and left the place.