The effort was not big, and several servants in brocade clothes sent paper and pencils, and Sun Shao saw this set of stationery on the case in front of him, and then realized the gap between Sun's Mansion and Zhou's Mansion. Before coming to Zhou's Mansion, he felt that Sun's Mansion was enough, not to mention anything else, just say that the few slices of pork hanging in the kitchen are not something that ordinary people can have, even if he came from the happy and harmonious new century, he didn't see any kitchen that was so big and stocked with so much food. There is also a large courtyard in front of that thing, a big house with three entrances in front and back, and dozens of slaves waiting for him, how can he also be a landlord class, but when he arrived at the Zhou Mansion, he realized that he had underestimated the gap between the rich and the poor in the old society. Although he doesn't know how big the house of the Zhou Mansion is, but look at the front yard, look at the main hall, he can estimate that it must be bigger than the Sun Mansion, and then look at these slaves in brocade clothes, the Sun Mansion can not be compared, even the inner courtyard housekeeper Qiao Ying, who is now kneeling behind the bridge and waiting, has no brocade clothes to wear, and when he came to the Zhou Mansion as a guest today, he is just wearing a cloth. Although the grade of Yue cloth is similar to that of silk, it is the origin of the cloth, and the price is much lower.

And this set of stationery on the table is a straightforward indication of the grade of the Zhou Mansion.

The pen is a foot long, one end is sharpened, and the other end is set in a bamboo tube, which is engraved with delicate patterns, and three seal characters are engraved in the middle: Northern Work - this is the high-grade pen used by the officials of the Inner Dynasty in the imperial palace in the past, and ordinary people cannot see it at all. And spread on the case of these smooth pale yellow paper, is Donglai's famous Zuobo paper, is also a rare high-quality goods, now the north and south of the army, between Donglai and Jiangdong has been ravaged by the war countless times Xuzhou, Donglai paper in Jiangdong is also absolutely rare.

Sun Fu couldn't see these things at all, Sun Shao had only heard of them before.

"What paper." Sun Shao stroked Zuo Bo's paper and exclaimed.

"Since it's a good paper, then the eldest brother has to have fun." Zhou Yu smiled and came to the front of the case, rolled up his left sleeve with his right hand, revealing a lotus-like arm, stretched out his slender fingers, took out some toner from the ink sac and sprinkled it on the inkstone, poured water, and said with a smile while grinding the ink: "Big brother, I'm going to steal the teacher, you won't hide treasures, right?" ”

The corners of Sun Shao's mouth curled, picked up the pen from the case, took off the pen cover, and tried the pen hair with his fingers, the pen hair was firm and supple, full of play, it was really a good pen, he reached out to lick the ink, while glancing at Zhou Yuruhua's smile, and smiled: "Ah Yu smiled, the foolish brother has some clumsy skills, what is there to treasure?" Ayu is willing to see it, but the foolish brother can't ask for it, tossing and turning. ”

He said it casually, he didn't think of the meaning of the back at all, but Zhou Yu felt that there was a lot of frivolity in it, her face flushed, and her hand to grind the ink also froze for a while, and looked at Sun Shao with some annoyance, but Sun Shao didn't look at her, her eyes looked at the Zuo Bo paper on the case, as if there was only this paper on the case in this world, and the focused look in her hand made her heart move.

The man's focused expression is the easiest to move people's expression, Sun Shao was thinking about what to write, but he didn't expect his expression to fall in Zhou Yu's eyes, which had offset the unhappiness caused by the provocative sentence just now.

What to write about? Sun Shao was very entangled. The most famous Han Dynasty in history is Han Fu, but unfortunately although he loves it, he knows very little about Han Fu, and I remember a lot of Tang poems and Song lyrics, but is it a bit shocking to plagiarize this in these years? It's not a problem to get a full house now, but what if you want to write poems in the future? That must be blind. Although it is said that "I can sing 300 Tang poems, and if I can't chant poems, I will steal them", but the stolen poems are not appropriate for me after all. After thinking about it, Sun Shao still dispelled the idea of being arrogant, and decided to write a poem that should be more popular now, a poem that everyone is familiar with, anyway, Sun Shao was a big old man in the past, and others will not remember this.

Sun Shao made up his mind, concentrated and calmed, the pen walked like a dragon, and the ink fell like smoke, and wrote Cao Ying's "Watching the Sea":

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are ......

He wrote a sentence, Zhou Yu read a sentence, Zhou Xun and Zhou Yin sat opposite each other and listened to each sentence, they looked at each other, their faces became more and more ugly, they didn't know whether these poems were made by Sun Shao or copied, but the atmosphere and vicissitudes of life revealed between the lines surprised them, they couldn't write these verses, if these poems were transcribed by Sun Shao, then it would be fine, if these poems were from Sun Shao himself, then they had to look at Sun Shao with admiration.

They beat the drum in their hearts, but the faces of the bridge and the bridge sitting on the top seat were different, the bridge bowed his head and snickered, but the bridge was a little ashamed, they knew who the owner of the poem was. Their father Qiao Rui, like Cao Ying, was a frequent visitor to Yuan's mansion, but Cao Ying followed Yuan Shao, and their father Qiao Rui followed Yuan Shu, but their relationship was good, and many of Cao Ying's poems Qiao Rui were catchy. They often heard when they were young, although Cao Ying had become Qiaorui's enemy at that time, but the versatile Cao Ying was a rare hero in their young minds, especially Daqiao, who has always been obsessed with Cao Ying, and has always paid attention to collecting Cao Ying's new poems. But this kind of affection is secret, it is not enough for outsiders, and now Sun Shao suddenly wrote Cao Ying's poems, Xiaoqiao naturally thought that the old love of the bridge was unforgettable, and taught Cao Ying's poems to Sun Shao, which was to snicker. And Ohashi also thought of this, but it was difficult to explain, so he was ashamed and embarrassed.

Sun Shao didn't notice this, until he finished writing and put down his pen, then he noticed that the bridge and Xiaoqiao's expressions were a little weird, he didn't think too much about it for a while, he spread the paper in front of Xiaoqiao, and bowed to Xiaoqiao with a modest look: "Record a poem by Cao Gong, please correct my aunt." ”

Xiaoqiao covered his mouth and sneered: "Cao Gong's poems, where is there a place for me to put my beak, let's ask my sister to comment." ”

Ohashi was speechless, glaring at Ohashi in shame and annoyance, and Ohashi smiled even more happily. Sun Shao didn't know why, touched his head blankly, and turned his head to look at Zhou Xun and the others.

Zhou Xun heard that it was Cao Ying's poem, he breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head and did not speak, and secretly glad that he didn't come forward to criticize the poem just now, otherwise it would be really embarrassing today, although Cao Ying is an enemy, but the talent of the Cao family's father and son is obvious to all, as a child of the family, naturally he will not deliberately slander him because he is an enemy.

Zhou Yin pursed his lips, and said in a weird manner: "Big brother, although the old thief's poems are quite good, but as a member of the Jiangdong Sun clan, you can just record his poems, but using the word 'respectful record' seems to be a little inappropriate, right?" ”

Daqiao listened, frowned, got up and glanced at the poem manuscript in front of him, and the payment was indeed "A poem by Cao Gong", and his heart suddenly chuckled, although Zhou Yin's words were a little jealous, but with Sun Shao's identity, it was indeed a little inappropriate to use the words Jinglu. She quickly thought about it, and opened her mouth to prepare to relieve Sun Shao, but Sun Shao smiled slightly and opened her mouth in front of her.

"Ah Yin, do you know when this poem was written by Cao Gong?"

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