With a broken sound, the strings on the guqin were instantly broken and played to one side, and a pair of white and pink green jade hands stopped in mid-air, and it took a long time to hear a woman's faint sigh. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, she was sitting alone in an independent small building in Cao's Mansion, the strings in her hand had stopped for a long time, but she still maintained the appearance of stroking the qin, thinking of her father who had passed away for five years, and thinking of her life in Cao's Mansion now, she could only sigh to express the emotions in her heart.

It's not that Caofu's life is so hard, but it's carefree that causes her to be a little inexplicably melancholy, in addition to playing the qin every day, she reads and writes poems, or walks around the back garden of Caofu accompanied by maids.

Looking at the sky near noon, Xu Du in late spring was still a little cool, just enough to go to the back garden to soak in the sun, so he quickly called the personal maid to come over, and the two walked out of this single-family courtyard one after the other.

The sunlight outside the courtyard sprinkled on her country-like face, like a graceful peony in full bloom, beautiful eyes, elegant and elegant, only out of the door at this moment, slightly with a white and tender right hand to block the sun, then lightly walked towards the stone path, the black bun draped over the vest, so that the slender figure looked more graceful.

Cai Yan, the word Wenji, slightly frowning willow leaves, has come to the garden, the sun is shining, the only drawback is that the face of the beauty outside the courtyard does not have the slightest taste of the world, as if the seven emotions and six desires are not in her body, there is only a little coldness, and a little bit of arrogance.

Cai Yan's small courtyard is on the edge of the back garden of Caofu, from here you can enjoy the grass and trees in the back garden at all times, which is very pleasant, so when she first arrived in Caofu, Cai Yan took a fancy to this place at a glance, and Cao Cao respected her father, and after her father died, he moved this respect to her, so he took her to live in Caofu, and never refused her request.

Crossing a covered bridge over the water, the lotus leaves in the small lake are already green, and the pink buds are ready to bloom. Cai Yan didn't stop, she walked through the small lake, and then stopped at the courtyard wall of the garden, where a row of shelves stood against the wall, and on the shelves were many clay flower pots, and her favorite thing to do every day was to come here to take care of the plants in these pots.

Compared with people, Cai Yan prefers to deal with these thoughtless plants, she likes poetry, likes wonderful music, likes to write to the fullest, but she doesn't like to communicate with people, some people say she is lonely, some people say she is peerless and independent, but she never wants to pay attention to these descriptions, in her world, she doesn't think anyone can really understand her.

"Hey, hey, just now at my aunt's you said I was a fool, and your Cao Jie sister said that I was a god, your family's hospitality is really unique." A male voice came from behind the courtyard wall, and Cai Yan was stunned when he heard it.

"I don't agree with my sister saying you're a god, but it's true that I said you're a fool." The male voice who answered the phone, Cai Yan, recognized it, and it should be Cao Ang, the eldest son of the Cao family.

"No matter how stupid I am, can I be stupid to you? ...... when in Bowangpo"

"Okay, okay, I'm still talking about Bowangpo, I don't know what kind of luck you hit that time, so you got a fire attack, and you don't have to take it out from time to time, right? When I say you're stupid, I mean something else, like poetry, do you do it? No way? I read the dog-crawling handwriting you wrote before, and I guessed that you immortal disciples are probably not good at this. Cao Ang's voice was neither loud nor small, but full of ridicule.

"Why, no, how can this be true, I'll make a poem for you right now."

Cao Ang laughed again and said mockingly: "Then you do it, I'll just wait here to listen, but I want to see what famous sentences can be made by people whose handwriting is not as good as that of children." ”

Cai Yan heard this, and decided to leave, after all, it is very impolite to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, and she is more interested in poetry, but when she heard Cao Ang say that the other party can't even write well, the poems made can already imagine their level, rather than hearing poems that are not in the ears, it is better to stay away and don't pollute your ears.

"Hoeing Day Afternoon ......"

The other side of the wall seemed to have finally begun to compose poetry, Cai Yan was stunned, the other party was not as bad as he imagined, so he stopped his steps and waited curiously for the following.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. ”

Cai Yan has turned around again to look at the wall, although this poem is not the current popular prose, but as a dual poem is very powerful, short rhyme, giving people a feeling of eagerness and indignation, at this moment is the end of spring ploughing, this poem is out, and even people can clearly see the farmer hoeing under the scorching sun, feeling that a porridge and a meal are not easy to come by, if this is not a good poem, then I am afraid that no one in the world dares to say that he can write poetry.

"This, this, this poem was really written by you?" Cao Ang behind the wall was visibly surprised.

"Hmph, now you know I'm awesome, right? A stroke of inspiration is a good poem, as for whether you can write, what does it matter? ”

Cao Ang scoffed and continued to mock: "Who knows where you heard it from, if you have the ability, you can make another one." ”

"Oops, there's a villain like you who doesn't recognize you if you lose, wait, let me search my thoughts, and then give you the whole song." The man who wrote the poem complained, and then suddenly fell silent.

Cai Yan has been aroused at the moment, and he is also waiting for the next verse with his ears pricked up, but he is curious about the young man behind the wall, the child of the immortal? What kind of identity is this?

"Plant a chestnut in the spring, harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

After hearing this, Cai Yan secretly shouted in his heart, these two poems are completely sister poems, connecting the two poems together, it can immediately lead to a thought-provoking question, since the wind and rain are smooth and the grains are abundant, why do farmers starve to death? Where did all the harvest go? Thinking of this, Cai Yan was shocked, there was a Cao Ang behind the wall, and these two poems were in his ears, and it was a big deal. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry about the young man who wrote poetry.

Sure enough, I only heard Cao Ang say solemnly: "What do these two poems mean by Brother Yun?" ”

"What do you mean? What else could it mean? It is to tell you that a lot of food in your fiefdom is wasted every year, and the wasted part is still borne by the common people, and it is normal for a few people to starve to death a year, Brother Cao Ang doesn't have to care. ”

Cai Yan was shocked again, this young man is so bold, although Cao Ang is young, he is the eldest son of the Cao family, and he is a person with official status, the words 'starving to death a few people a year' are extremely harsh in Cao Ang's ears.

"Did Brother Yun see something unfair? You and my brother fellowship, what can't you say directly? I'm just standing here waiting for you to tell me the truth. Cao Ang's tone softened a little, which surprised Cai Yan.

"Alas, since I sold myself to your Cao family, I can only accept my fate, do you know that there is a big problem with the accounts you put me in charge?" After Yuan Yun finished speaking, he had already walked in front of Cao Ang.

Cao Ang was stunned, and slightly recalled the accounts he gave to Yuan Yun after he finished processing, and did not find anything wrong, so he wondered: "Although the accounts are a little sloppy, you can check the accounts in and out, what's the problem?" ”

Yuan Yun rolled his eyes, only looked at how much money was in and out of the account, and the details in the middle were completely ignored, no wonder those big families would make a fuss about it, originally stealing some taxes, Yuan Yun would not be disgusting, but this year, the He family in Cao Ang's fiefdom did a little too much, not only evading taxes, but also giving the leased seeds to the farmers at the price of the disaster year, how expensive the seeds in the disaster year were, if you wait until the end of the year when the farmer pays the rent, I am afraid that you will find that you have been busy for a whole year, but you owe the He family a lot of debt, at that time, there will be basically no way to survive except for selling sons and daughters.

For this kind of family, Yuan Yun is very hateful, so he can't help but come out to remind Cao Ang, today Cao Ang asked him to make poems, at that time, he recited a poem that everyone in modern society knows in a hurry, and at that time he laughed at himself that he really didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, so he could only use the poems in primary school textbooks to make up the numbers, but when Cao Ang asked him to do another one, he searched in his mind and found out the sister chapter, after understanding the meaning of these two poems, Yuan Yun felt that it was most appropriate to raise the question of accounts at this time.

In the following time, Yuan Yun carefully picked up the most important questions in the accounts, and made a lot of analogies to let Cao Ang understand that co-ordination and arithmetic can become devils in the accounts, and now these devils are being used by those big clans, and it is innocent people who pay the price.

Although Cao Ang didn't understand what he heard, he admired Yuan Yun's extraordinary memory, and when Yuan Yun was halfway through, Cao Ang sent someone back to get the accounts, which were the same as the accounts that Yuan Yun had memorized before.

When the two were discussing, Cao Ang was furious when he heard that nearly forty percent of the harvest in his fiefdom was coveted every year.

"I don't care about the He clan to them, don't worry about letting them manage the sale, sale and rent in my fiefdom, I didn't expect them to be so despicable." Cao Ang's eyes were round, and there were even bloodshots in them.

This is also the first time Yuan Yun saw Cao Ang's angry appearance, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, the son of the tiger is really a carnivore, it seems that the He family is going to be unlucky, but I don't know if I can take him out of Yuan Yun, he doesn't want to offend a big family just when he comes to Xudu.

"It's not June 1st today, why are all your younger brothers and sisters attending the banquet?" Yuan Yun decided to change the subject.

Cao Ang was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Originally, tomorrow was my Cao Jie's sister's birthday, so my mother called some juniors to explain today, so that I could surprise Cao Jie's sister tomorrow, who knew that my Cao Jie sister was very interested in you, and I heard that you were coming, so I came to see you by myself, and I couldn't help it." ”

"Didn't you say earlier, where am I going to prepare a gift now? I don't want to offend your grumpy sister. ”

The two chatted for a while before being called into the house by Ding to enjoy the song and dance.

After the two left, Cai Yan behind the wall was a little uncalm, the two poems were connected to the future, and the young man who was called Yun Di by Cao Ang was obviously to expose He's crimes, so he made these two poems on the spot, why can't he even write such a good work in such a short time? This is really surprising and curious.

The most valuable thing is that this young man named Brother Yun, who is not afraid of power for the sake of the people's suffering, Cai Yan of a big clan like the He family knows very well that he has been friends with the Cao family for two generations, and the consequences of offending such a clan are unpredictable, but this young man is as easy as a joke, what kind of young man is this? Cai Yan now suddenly felt that the wall in front of him was a bit of an eyesore.