Chen Fei closed his eyes tightly, and kept thinking in his mind: It's over, I'm going to be pumped by my dad again, this dad is good at everything, but his temper is a little short-tempered, and he will pump people at every turn, this has to be put on hold in his previous life, my brother has to sue you for domestic violence!

And what about Zheng An and Chen Daomai?

The two of them were stunned!

Chen Daomai is confused that Chen Fei can really compose poems, although this poem sounds quite simple, but it is also a poem!

Who can write poetry at this age? I've never heard of it! When did your own baby have this level?

Although Chen Daomai was a little inexplicable, what followed was joy! Isn't his baby a Wenqu star? Why don't you be able to compose your own poems without going to school?

Chen Daomai began to think about whether there were any special signs in the year Chen Fei was born to confirm his so-called "Wenqu Xing" descending to earth, if he could, he wouldn't mind going all over the world to publicize it...

If Chen Fei knew his father's thoughts, he would probably die of laughter.

He is not a literary star descending to earth, but a person who has crossed over more than a thousand years later, and the poem he just read will be known to five-year-old children more than a thousand years later, which is really not unusual.

Contrary to Chen Daomai's unobtrusive bewilderment, Zheng An was really stunned! Because Chen Fei wrote this poem in his opinion, it is really a second!

Simple, catchy, and thought-provoking!

How deep does it take to do this?

Moreover, it is not enough to have literary skills, you must have relevant experience to compose such a poem of compassion for the peasants.

In the previous dynasties, even going back to the era when there were reliable words, how many people wrote poems? Of course much! But people who do well are not common, and even fewer can speak out and compose poems for the vast number of toiling peasants, and Zheng An has hardly heard of them.

For example, the widely circulated and recognized classic poem is Qu Yuan's "Lisao", what "I have both this inner beauty, and the emphasis on cultivation..."This is a collection of ancient rich and handsome narcissistic and boastful poems.

Just like the name of this poem, it is really boundless, and it is still regarded as a classic and talked about by everyone.

Others, there are really not many poems that can be reported, except for some easy-to-understand verses recorded in the "Book of Songs", most of the rest of the poems are obscure, and they all describe the life of the scholar class, so there is almost no circulation among the people.

Why were there so few poems before the Tang Dynasty?

Because at that time, the people who could afford to read were all from the class of scholars, and ordinary people had no opportunity to read.

It wasn't until the Sui and Tang dynasties invented the imperial examination system that the situation changed greatly.

However, the Sui Dynasty abused its national strength, resulting in the people not having a good life, and the people did not study much.

If you can't get enough to eat, who is still interested in studying?

So before Zheng An heard Chen Fei's poem, he had almost never heard such a work, such a work that spoke for the people at the bottom!

Zheng An was slightly shocked by this poem for a while.

Reading the poems carefully, he unconsciously recalled that when he was a child, he followed his father to the fields to farm, and there was a hard time when he didn't have a meal, and he was reluctant to throw away a single rice that fell on the ground, and he had to pick it up and eat it......

Zheng An's eyes gradually turned a little red!

This poem will never be written without experiencing the hard work of the bottom!

And Chen Fei is precisely the son of a peasant family, he is a member of the working people at the bottom, so Zheng An believes that this poem should be written by Chen Fei and not plagiarized.

"Chen family doll, raise your head and let me take a good look!" Zheng An's tone was much softer than before, he had accepted the fact that Chen Fei could write poems from the bottom of his heart, and through Chen Fei's poem, he recalled his childhood, which resonated and increased his good impression of Chen Fei.

Chen Fei's eyes quietly opened a slit, and found that his father and Zheng An were both looking at him in shock, and the expected slap did not hit him in the face, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the bet is right, although this poem is simple, the moral in it is not simple, especially in this era of people's labor, it can be said that this poem is almost born for this era.

"My lord, I don't know if I wrote a poem just now, can I?" Chen Fei asked with a slight sigh.

As for the fact that he stole other people's cultural works......

What's wrong? The person who originally wrote this poem was not born yet, who TM stole whom? What I say is mine is mine! Chen Fei's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"This poem... This poem..."

"What's wrong with this poem? Is my baby doing well? Don't sell it, my lord. Chen Daomai said anxiously on the side.

This is a poem written by his son! What father wouldn't want to hear his son's work praised?

And the person who commented was the second-in-command of Zhaoying County, and for Chen Daomai, this was the biggest official he had ever seen in his life.

Zheng An smiled bitterly and arched his hand towards Chen Daomai: "Your baby has written this poem enough to be passed down through the ages, I am ashamed of myself, Brother Chen, you are really blessed, the baby is handsome, and the talent for poetry is also excellent, and you burned a lot of incense in your last life, right?" ”

Flow... Through the ages?

Chen Daomai was a little stunned, he didn't expect Zheng An to make such a high evaluation!

This... It happened too suddenly, Chen Daomai was not mentally prepared, and he didn't know what kind of expression to use to respond to this evaluation.

After a long time, Chen Daomai patted Chen Fei's shoulder vigorously and laughed.

"Good, good! Really give your old man a long face! Baby, don't hurry up and thank Master Zheng! ”

Chen Fei was slapped a few times by his father and almost lost his breath, his father's hand is so strong, aren't you afraid of slapping me to death? I'm just a baby......

"Thanks... Thank you... Mr. Zheng's comments... Ahem, ahem! ”

Zheng An saw that Chen Fei was about to be slapped on the back by Chen Daomai, so he hurriedly stopped Chen Daomai.

"Oops! Brother Chen, if you continue to shoot, your baby will be damaged by you. ”

Chen Daomai realized that Chen Fei's face was a little ugly when he was photographed, and immediately changed the shot to a gentle stroke.

Touch, touch, touch......

Damn's dad can't be a rotten man, right? Chen Fei thought evilly.

"Chen Jiawazi, you just wrote this poem, do you have a name?" Zheng An stroked his beard with a smile and looked at Chen Fei expectantly.

"Yes!"

Chen Fei picked up a branch on the side of the road and carved two words on the ground: Compassion for Nong!

Hey? The word... It's so beautifully written! And Chen Fei hasn't seen much of this font, what he wrote is not the simplified calligraphy of his previous life, but a beautiful font that he has never seen, but Chen Fei just recognized what kind of character it was, and when he wrote it, it was smooth without a trace of procrastination.

This... What's going on?

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Fei understood that this was probably the credit of the "flying white body" calligraphy that was opened in the treasure chest last night.

The font I wrote should be Fei Baiti.

Flying white body? I heard that Li Shimin likes flying white, so the princes and princes of Zhenguan will write flying white font evenly.

In short, what the top likes, the bottom will naturally follow the trend, which is a matter of attitude.

"Hey! I'm not out of touch with this dynasty, so it seems that the calligraphy treasure chest that was opened yesterday is quite useful! Chen Fei smiled in his heart.

Zheng An was even more shocked when he saw Chen Fei write a beautiful flying white poem!

This calligraphy! He doesn't have such a good standard!

Immediately after, he saw Chen Fei carrying a wooden stick and writing four lines on the ground.

It is the poem he just wrote:

On the afternoon of hoeing day,

Sweat drops down the soil.

Who knows the Chinese food on the plate,

Every grain is fortunate.