Lin Shixiu thought that he could use his poems to show off in front of a group of students who were studying, but he didn't expect that Master Li was not at home. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info had to hand in the masterpiece, and then went back to Shuixi Village with everyone.

In the thatched hall, Zhao Zhongming and several other schoolchildren were responsible for receiving today's visitors, accepting the masterpieces they handed in, and refusing the gifts they sent. Busy and busy, from early morning until almost noon, this sent everyone away.

"Fatty, go and send these things to the master's house!" Zhao Zhongming wiped the sweat from his forehead, pointed to the large pile of rice paper he had received with a disdainful expression, and instructed the youngest and shortest little fat man.

The little fat man pursed his mouth, and unhappily, lowered his head and muttered: "It's me again, the master's house is so high, let me climb ...... again"

"Hey, you're so fat, don't move much, I really think no girl will dare to marry you in the future? Hahaha......"

Under Zhao Zhongming's lead mockery, a group of schoolchildren also laughed.

The little fat man pouted and went out with his head drooping.

But not long after he went out, he turned back again, and seeing that his hand was empty, Zhao Zhongming was surprised, "You, you won't drop so much paper down the mountain, right?" ”

The fat man smiled and said, "No, it was Sister Yan'er who said that she brought it for me to the master." He also said, "The Master has already commanded, we are here today, and we can go home." ”

When the schoolchildren heard this, they jumped to their feet happily, and they could play!

Only Zhao Zhongming secretly regretted that if he had sent it by himself just now, it would have been him who had met Yan'er's sister.

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"Grandpa, here you go." Li Yan'er struggled to hold a large pile of rolled rice paper back to the small courtyard in the mountains. As soon as he entered the room, he threw it on the table by the window, and said in a faint tone.

Li Fuzi was holding a book in one hand and the other behind his back, pacing back and forth in the room as he read. Hearing his granddaughter's voice, he put down the scroll, and when he looked up, he couldn't help frowning, "Huh? What's wrong with my little Yan'er? Don't seem to be happy? Who dares to bully my precious granddaughter? ”

"Nope! No one bullied Yan'er. Li Yan'er was just a little lost because she didn't see the little mute. Putting down the rice paper, Li Yan'er threw out a rice paper ball, which was dirty and dirty, as if it was stained with some oil, which formed a sharp contrast with other neatly rolled rice paper.

When Li Fuzi saw this miserable rice paper, he couldn't help frowning and shaking his head, and quipped: "Yan'er still said that she was not angry, if it wasn't for the owner of this paper and offended our Yan'er, how could it become like this?" ”

Li Yan'er was stunned, and on her pink little face, an extremely wronged look appeared, "Grandpa, this is not what Yan'er did!" Well——, that's what this paper looks like. I also asked the little fat man, and he said that when someone sent it, it was like this. ”

"Ah——?!h Li Fuzi was stunned at first, then shook his hand, and his face showed anger, "How can this be reasonable!" It's so disrespectful to study, hum! What a savage who doesn't know how to count. ”

Seeing that her grandfather was angry about a piece of paper, Li Yan'er disagreed, tilted her little head sideways and said, "It's just a piece of paper, why does grandpa have such an atmosphere?" Maybe there will be a good poem in it? ”

Li Fuzi sneered lightly, and then smiled at Li Yan'er: "Grandpa is not angry, but he can't see this kind of person who doesn't even understand the minimum etiquette." Come to think of it, such a person can't write anything. As he spoke, Li Fuzi casually threw the ball of paper aside. Yan'er, go and play on the side, and after grandpa finishes reading these poems, will you come and play with you? ”

Li Yan'er pouted, thought about it, nodded reluctantly, and turned out of the yard.

After his granddaughter left, Mr. Li sat in front of the window and looked at it carefully, as if the teacher was correcting homework. However, this is really a bad class homework, either plagiarized, or found a gunman, or it is bullshit, and Li Fuzi screamed bitterly, and he really wanted to die on rice paper.

Finally finished reading it, relieved. Li Fuzi raised his head and looked out the window, his mood was slightly complicated. With the qualifications of these people, he doesn't want to teach anymore, and when he sends the last batch of schoolchildren away, he can retire and take his granddaughter to play in the mountains and rivers. However, this should have been a happy thing, but at this time, it also made him a little disappointed. In the end, he still failed to accept a closed disciple in order to complete one of his thoughts.

Li Fuzi stared at these "masterpieces" in front of him, thought carefully for a while, sighed lightly, and said to himself: "After all, he won!" Huh——! ”

Li Fuzi smiled self-deprecatingly, and when he looked sideways, he saw the paper ball that had been thrown aside just now, so he reached out and took it over. Involuntarily opened. He may still have a glimmer of hope for his own wishes, so he picked up the abandoned garbage again.

The moment Li Fuzi opened the crumpled rice paper, he was completely stunned. With his mouth wide open, it took a long time to take a breath, and then, he couldn't help but snort, "Hahaha......, alas! I knew what kind of good poetry could be found in the paper when it was crumpled like this! As he spoke, Li Fuzi looked at the handwriting on this piece of paper and couldn't help laughing.

It's no wonder that Li Fuzi was laughed angrily, this paper is not only oily everywhere, but the most pleasant thing is that in the middle of the whole rice paper, there are three big characters written on it: Chen Daniu. And these three words, the handwriting is sloppy, crooked, a total of three words, and one word is missing a picture.

Li Fuzi saw that there was still ink next to the paper, and he was curious, but he only felt that this person was a little interesting, and he actually landed in the middle. Is there still a poem in the corner?

In the spirit of looking fresh and happy, Li Fuzi opened it to the side again. "This ......"

I saw that next to it, there were some hooks, points, verticals, pinching, and the title of the book, "Wenxin Carving Dragon".

looked at Li Fuzi confused.

Oh, is this a draft? Got the wrong one?

Huh? It's also a poem.

The Buddhist hall is recited by the monks, and the two ghosts of Yama are not. Singing alone all night until he joins the rooster.

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Countless question marks appeared above Li Fuzi's head.

What does this mean? There is neither artistic conception nor connotation. What bullshit verse!

However, this word is ......, and it is many times better than what others have written.

Li Fuzi looked at the three words "Chen Da Niu" again, and the meat on his face couldn't help but twitch, tsk——!

"Oh, on this small piece of paper, there are three people's ink, a ploughman, a child, and one more, so it's not under me."

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