"Vernacular? Modern poetry? Liu Yu'er, who returned to sit back on the top spot, was stunned by what Wang Bin said, staring at Wang Bin who was sitting two or three steps away and sitting on the bottom head with a puzzled face, muttering to herself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Bin, who sat in the first place, because he was not far from Liu Yu'er, who was sitting in the first place, suddenly heard her voice talking to herself, and immediately "popped" in her heart, and secretly complained to herself: Nima, Fang Cai, all complained that they were too carried away, patronizing and completely misunderstanding the object of their speech, this Liu Yuer is an ancient person who lived more than a thousand years away from herself, how can she fully understand what vernacular literature is and what modern poetry is.

After secretly enduring hardship for a while, Wang Bin immediately hurriedly justified himself and said: "Miss Yu'er, you definitely didn't fully understand what I was trying to say, okay, now I'll explain it to you well." As far as what you and I say now, it is not the same as those written in the ancient books, and it is all in the vernacular.

"As for the modern poetry that I have just mentioned, it is a form of poetry that is different from the way in which the ancients used to write poetry, and in the vernacular, everyone can understand and understand it."

After searching his intestines and scraping his stomach for a long time, Wang Bin felt that he had explained it in an easy-to-understand manner, so he cautiously asked in a tentative tone: "Miss Yu'er, do you understand?" ”

As soon as Wang Bin's question fell, Liu Yuer, who had been listening to it, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and after a few strokes, he suddenly remembered something, and after a pause twice, he couldn't help but shake his head like a rattle.

Originally, Wang Bin thought that his explanation was clear enough, at first, when he saw Liu Yuer nodding, he just breathed a sigh of relief, but after a moment's effort, he saw Liu Yuer shaking his head again, which made him feel miserable and depressed.

"Fool, I, although I have been reading since I was a child, although I don't have much knowledge, I can still know a little about poetry and songs. Just, as you just explained, what is called vernacular, what is modern poetry. I, although I have been working hard for a while, I still can't fully understand. But, but I know you, and what you say is very insightful.

"Only, it's just, I don't know something, you, your set of theories, yes, was taught to you by those teaching gentlemen? No, it can't be the old Mr. Hu who drove you away from the private school repeatedly, right? Liu Yuer, who was more and more curious about Wang Bin's high-minded remarks, couldn't help but be curious, like a curious baby, and asked for verification.

After listening to Liu Yuer's words, Wang Bin was almost choked. In his own opinion, this Nima vernacular and modern poetry are almost a year later, in the Northern Song Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, where would anyone put forward these novel concepts, except for me Wang Bin himself.

Of course, Wang Bin could only say these words to himself in his heart, and he definitely didn't dare to blatantly tell Liu Yu'er directly.

No, after scratching his ears and cheeks a few times, Wang Bin naturally couldn't make up any masters, so he had to pretend to be modest, and said a little embarrassedly: "Miss Yu'er, I must know that I was stupid before, it was a piece of reading material, and I don't have any money at home, where can I afford to hire a teacher." Even at the private school in the village, I only went to it on and off for a few days.

"Over the years, it's okay to be able to recognize almost all the words. Truth be told, this concept in the vernacular, as well as the concept of modern poetry, is a concept that I came up with when I was thinking about it myself. ”

For Wang Bin's previous invention and creation of the seeding machine, and the recitation of the entire content of the "Analects" word for word, it was enough to surprise Liu Yuer for a long time. At this moment, she heard Wang Bin say that Fang Cai's "vernacular" and "modern poetry" were all from his personal hand, which really surprised Liu Yuer, and felt that this was simply too incredible and incredible.

Facing Wang Bin, who was sitting in the first place, this made Liu Yuer inevitably have a little more admiration and respect when she looked at him, which was from the heart rather than just a compliment on the surface.

This Liu Yu'er has never admired a man so closely. In her previous cognition, in the countryside, there was no one who could have a full stomach of knowledge, but now, when she unconsciously looked at Wang Bin with affection, she felt that Wang Bin at this time was completely different from her previous cognition, in the dark, let her feel that the man in front of her, who was two or three years younger than her, would definitely have a great future in the future.

After thinking about it for a while, Liu Yuer inadvertently caught a glimpse of an ancient poem on the coffee table next to her that was identified by the teacher Zhao Shuhai as written by her second brother, and when she landed, she was suddenly pulled back into the real world from the fantasy that she was about to enter the wonderful fantasy.

"Fool, you're here to ask you. The poem written on it, Mr. Zhao said that it was written by my second brother. But I know exactly what my second brother looks like. With his little ability, even if he reads a book for a lifetime, I am afraid he may not be able to write such a good poem. According to Mr. Zhao, you and my second brother were in the study at that time.

"Since my second brother can't write such poems, then I'm afraid that the person who can write it is none other than you, a fool. Fool, tell me the truth, did you ghostwrite this poem? ”

Liu Yu'er, who came to her senses, was still smiling just now, but in a blink of an eye, she became angry again, she reached out and took the rice paper from the coffee table next to her, unfolded it and put it in front of Wang Bin, and after calmly analyzing it, she immediately changed her words, stared at a pair of apricot eyes, and asked.

"Well, this one. Miss Yu'er, you really wronged me, where can I write any ancient poems. Look at it, Fang Cai, the modern poetry I created in the vernacular is not good for you to make fun of. Not to mention writing any ancient poems, Miss Yu'er, you really lift me up. ”

Wang Bin saw that he was talking about Liu Gong's poem written by Li Qingzhao's talented girl, which was debunked by Liu Yuer in front of him at this time, which made him not embarrassed, but he pretended to be a good person, even if it made him feel a little ashamed, he still forced a smile and said: "Miss Yu'er, don't underestimate the second young master, this poem is indeed written by the second young master." What is this called, yes, it's called 'Clever Hands'. ”

After seeing Wang Bin's flickering words that he tried his best to clear himself and said, Liu Yuer felt even more that the cute fool in front of him had become a little hateful. She raised her eyebrows, stared at her apricot eyes, snorted coldly twice, and continued to ask angrily: "Fool, tell me honestly, did my second brother give you money, so you are willing to help him with this."

"If you don't tell me honestly, hmph, I won't let your father be a deacon in our house, and continue to let him do a small long job. Which is more important, you weigh it, I will only give you a cup of tea to consider. ”

Although Wang Changgui is not Wang Bin's father, but through these days of getting along, Wang Changgui treats Wang Bin as his own son, and thinks about Wang Bin everywhere in all aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

Under Liu Yu'er's persecution, Wang Bin had no choice but to explain honestly, and replied hesitantly: "That, what, Miss Yu'er, okay, I admit that this poem was written while the second young master was speaking." After the deed was completed, the second young master gave me five taels of silver as a thank you.

"Miss Yu'er, my father has only been working on this deacon for two days, how can you just withdraw it like this. I don't want the five taels of silver ingots that the second young master gave me, as long as Miss Yu'er doesn't remove my father from the position of deacon, I will agree to whatever you say. ”

Seeing the depressed Wang Bin stand up and walk in front of her, while taking out a five-tael silver ingot from his cuff, while looking at her words with begging eyes, it suddenly made Liu Yuer, who was angry, immediately reduce most of the anger in her heart.

Liu Yu'er, who was in a good mood, stretched out Qianqianyu's hand and pushed back the silver ingot handed to her, and said casually: "Since this money was given to you by my second brother, and you helped him do things quite well, you deserve this reward, how can I win people's love." ”

After saying this, Liu Yu'er changed her words, her face was tight, her chin was raised, and she said: "But, fool, you induced my second brother to use a poem you wrote yourself to deceive Mr. Zhao, and made such a big mistake, I can't spare you lightly." What, it's not impossible to let your father continue to be a deacon in my house, didn't you just keep saying that no matter what I asked, you would agree to me without saying a word, yes or no? ”

After seeing that things had taken a turn for the better, Wang Bin first put away the silver ingot of five taels, nodded and replied repeatedly: "Miss Yu'er, yes, yes." ”

After seeing Wang Bin nodding yes, Liu Yuer smiled slightly, lightly opened her red lips and said: "That's good, today, Miss Ben is in a good mood, stupid, for the sake of your body being so thin, you don't have to be beaten up, in case I beat you up again, and I want my family to pay for you to ask Lang Chinese medicine for treatment." Since you can write ancient poems and modern poems, why don't you write a modern poem that I have never heard of? ”