Daozi nodded, and thought to himself: There are a lot of ancient poems about the Xuetang plum blossoms in the Manchu Republic of China and even the Republic that he knows, but if he chooses a random poem to read it, wouldn't it be a shame if the ancients of this era have already recited it?

Daozi didn't believe much in the Manchu literati and the literati of the Republic of China, because in Daozi's opinion, one of the things that the literati in the later period liked to do was to take the works and poems of the sages and cut off their tails, and then make a big deal of it, saying that they had created it themselves, which was extremely brazen. Daozi doesn't want to be a shameless person.

Besides, choosing someone else's famous poem to read will definitely make Liu Xiucai stunned, and it will fall into Ma Wencai's ears in the future, and it will not be of any benefit to him. So it's better to make a song on the spot yourself.

Of course, there is another point, Daozi doesn't want to follow those so-called time-travelers who pretend to be forced in the time and space traveled by others in later generations, because in Daozi's view, it is not an act of creating civilization, it is to promote the atmosphere of thieves and cottages in Chinese civilization, which is extremely wrong.

Therefore, the subconscious of Daozi is that he wants to create his own poetic works, no matter how shallow it is, good or bad, and his conscience is at ease, it is enough!

Daozi recalled the skills that Liu Xiucai said, and combined with the experience of his poetry memory in that era, looking at the plum blossom tree, looking at the thatched cottage, looking at the heavy snow, looking at the vast world, and the jagged delicacy in the small garden, he moved his footsteps and read it out word by word:

Grass hall snow

The snow is all over the sky in the small amusement park,

It is suspected that the begonia is white.

Stepping on the ground to know the true face,

The return wind rolls up the old snow.

Walk the goose feather road in the garden,

Reach out and flick the cottage.

The master asked me what was Mei's condition?

I am still worried and looking forward to the spring melting.

This is a poem of seven laws, although Daozi tries to avoid some errors in the rhythm, but it is still inevitable.

It's just that in Liu Xiucai's eyes, he thinks that Daozi is already very demonic. After all, Daozi has not studied "Poetry", and even the readers and even the peddlers and pawns know that "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island" is still unknown, and now he jumps directly to the outline, and can make such a "Caotang Snow", I am afraid that if it spreads, the entire Taicang Mansion will be a sensation!

When he remembered that he asked Daozi to compose poems was his deliberate move to show his ability in front of his future idol Wang Shizhen, Liu Xiucai couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Of course, in order to show his ability in front of his idols, Liu Xiucai not only asked Daozi to compose poems, but also "Analects".

This is because the Analects belongs to the category of the Four Books and the Five Classics, and the Four Books and Five Classics are only learned after children have learned.

Liu Xiucai commented on the seven laws of Daozi, saying that some places are repeated back and forth, and there are big taboos, such as snow, begonia white, and goose feather road.

Daozi was silent when he heard this, Liu Xiucai saw that he thought that his words had hit Daozi, and he was afraid of damaging Daozi's ambition, so he encouraged a few words, saying that the word begonia white is used well, although begonia is beautiful, although white, but there is no fragrance, and snow, it takes a lot of thought to be able to deal with the snow. For example, stretching out your hand to flick the grass hall, this sentence is very romantic, which can not only hint at the size of the snow and cover the scenery of the grass hall, but also describe in detail the scene of the grass hall shaking and the snow falling to the ground between the bullets, which is really interesting.

Daozi listened to Liu Xiucai's nagging words and smiled. For the talent of poetry, Daozi never pursued, because he felt that poetry was just a pleasure.

Liu Xiucai asked Liuqi to also write poems with snow scenes, where will Liuqi be? He wanted to break his head, and made some nonsense about the donkey's head not being in the horse's mouth. He shook his head and chanted like Daozi before, and finally Daozi almost rolled on the snow with a smile, and Liu Xiucai's whole face was red and wanted to breathe fire.

I only heard that six or seven did this: I, the young master, the master, tread the snow; The master listened to the poems, and I listened while looking at the surrounding scenery. The snow was so heavy that I couldn't stew in a black pot, and there were no pheasants and ducks......

In the next few days, Liu Xiucai has been telling poems to Daozi, and Daozi has absorbed a lot of useful things, and now he is asking him to make a grass hall snow by himself, he believes that it must be more beautiful than the previous rhythm and rhyme, and the artistic conception is elegant.

In the snow, Zhang Shipei did not give up his teaching of Daozi's martial arts, and gradually began to teach Daozi some self-defense techniques, such as the anti-grappling and pushing hands in Baduanjin.

Daozi learned to practice one by one, in the snow, under the cold wind.

As far as martial arts practice is concerned, if Daozi takes the elegant route, then Liuqi takes the route of a real man, running shirtless in the snow, steaming all over his body, and the group of maids and subordinates who are watching are dumbfounded.

The time is getting closer and closer to the date when Wang Shizhen will recruit disciples, and Liu Xiucai is getting more and more nervous and crazy, like a cow, he wants to squeeze out the best things in his body and give them to Daozi.

Couplets, paintings, classic common sense...... Even how to guess the riddle, he told it all. Although most of the time it is half a bottle of vinegar, it cannot be denied that in these days, Daozi's knowledge of the world is wider.

Today, Liu Xiucai went home, so he didn't go to class, and Daozi was rarely idle, holding a pen and paper and a small table in the pavilion, sketching the scenery of the small garden that had just sent out greenery. There were three red-rumped pheasants on the lawn at this time.

The brocade pheasant is very beautiful, with a long colorful tail, red wings, a brocade belly, and that smart eyes, which is very popular with Daozi.

Mei'er was grinding for Daozi at this time, and Xing'er was helping Daozi make tea. This scene is very poetic. At this moment, two maids came over with a girl in a jujube flower skirt, she told the maid to stop, and then tiptoed into the pavilion.

Xing'er, who was making tea, was the first to spot her, and she gestured to Xing'er, shhh

Xing'er didn't dare to say much, for this little witch, even Xing'er was afraid of such a fang-dancing claw.

The grinding Mei'er also quickly discovered that something was wrong behind her, and when she turned her head to see the little girl, she was stunned, and was about to remind Daozi, but the little girl's willow eyebrows shrugged, and the frightened Mei'er didn't dare to say more.

Daozi is still concentrating on drawing his brocade chicken pecking rice. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he felt a cool and soft little hand covering his eyes, Daozi was taken aback, and the pen in his hand immediately stopped.

The girl in the jujube flower skirt covered Daozi's eyes and asked proudly, guess who I am?

As soon as Daozi heard it, he immediately guessed that it was the female demon king girl from Dr. Xu's family, although the girl deliberately changed her voice at this time, but Daozi still heard it. It's just that Daozi is angry in his heart, and he is about to draw the most important eyebrows of the golden chicken, but she made such a fuss, and her hand slipped, and the golden chicken picture became a flawed product.

In order to vent his anger for this painting, Daozi pretended not to know about the little witch, thought about it and replied: "It must be a tiger girl, right?" ”

"You're the Tiger Girl!" The little girl was furious when she heard Michiko say that she was a tiger girl.

Tiger Sister is the younger sister of six or seven, the little girl has seen it, and she is fat! Now that Daozi said that she was a tiger girl, she was naturally unhappy.

Daozi felt that the hands of this little witch of Dr. Xu's family were trembling, and he smiled slightly in his heart, and his anger was gone, so he said again: "Could it be Sister Peach?" ”

"You're Sister Peach!" The little girl was furious again, this time she gritted her teeth in anger, and she wanted to bite the road with her teeth.

Sister Peach, the little girl also knows that she is the daughter of Liu Xiucai's family, because her face is as fat as a peach, and she loves to have a runny nose, just like the peach juice that bursts out of the peach, so the kind people call her Peache.

Thinking of the first fat pig, and thinking of the second runny nose, the little witch of the Xu family was going crazy, and the hand covering Daozi's eyes became more and more powerful.

Daozi felt that the little witch might be on the verge of explosion, and hurriedly said that it was the innocent and lovely sister of the Xu family?

The little witch grinned when she heard this, obviously very satisfied with Daozi's answer.