The night is getting darker.

In the Ailian Hall of the Yang Mansion in Shichen Village, Yang Shouwen sat in the living room of the small building in a daze.

In this living room, it is still dominated by couches and mats. It's not that Yang Shouwen is unwilling to use the furniture in the Eight Immortals Table Taishi Chair, but in this era, kneeling and sitting is a manifestation of universal values, and no one can easily change it.

The Eight Immortals Table Taishi chair is okay to use in the study, but it is rude to place it in the living room.

In fact, real tables and chairs only gradually became popular after the Tang Dynasty. There are many reasons! The further integration of Hu and Han, the demise of medieval ritual music, and the disappearance of the gate valve nobles made the things that could not be put on the table in the past gradually be taken out and used. But now, it is still an era of strict class hierarchies, and the gate valve nobility is dominant. If the tables and chairs of the future generations are placed in front of people, it is the sin of dereliction of honor that is lightly pointed, and the key point is ......

In the living room, there are a few large waxes, which are transparent and transparent.

Yang Shouwen seemed a little distraught, and it took a long time to wake up from that fugue state.

He glanced at the dinner on the couch table, and it was already cold! However, he didn't have much appetite, so he got up and walked out of the living room of the small building on crutches. A bright moon is in the sky, sprinkling the bright moonlight on the world. In the distance, the ring of cuiyu seems to be covered with a hazy light veil under the moonlight, which adds a bit of mysterious interest.

Suddenly, a few birdsongs rang out in the night sky.

The full moon, the green mountains, the stream, the birdsong......

The scenery seems to have become an ink painting, vivid and vivid in front of you, which makes people's hearts burn. I felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

"People are idle. The night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds. Shi Ming is in the spring stream. ”

Yang Shouwen couldn't help muttering to himself, reciting the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream". But just as his voice fell, he heard a loud voice from behind the stone screen, "My son has another good work, a good poem, and he deserves the mantle of the third sister." ”

From behind the stone screen, a few people came out.

The leaders are none other than Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi. Behind them, there were three teenagers, two big and one young.

Yang Rui and a young man of the same age stood behind Yang Chenglie, while Zheng Qian followed Zheng Jingsi, his face showing admiration.

"Brother Son's poem, I am afraid that it is the most appropriate one of the poems he has written.

However, the osmanthus fall is a little inappropriate. Naturalization bloomed in August, and now it is only in March, how to say osmanthus. ”

Zheng Qian's eyes widened, looked at Yang Shouwen and said.

And Yang Shouwen couldn't help but be dumbfounded. I said in my heart: I really can't pretend to be forced!

Why use osmanthus? How do I know! Is it okay for Wang Wei to do this? But he couldn't say that. Because it is still a question whether Wang Wei is born now, even if he says it, people will not believe it.

Yang Shouwen's mind was racing rapidly, thinking about how to explain it.

But before he could speak, Zheng Qian said: "But if the osmanthus in the son's brother's poem is spring laurel, then it can be explained." ”

Chungui, the name of a tree, that is, mountain alum.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his face still showed a calm look, and said with a smile: "Thirteen Lang is really knowledgeable, does he even know about mountain alum?" ”

Hearing Yang Shouwen say this, Zheng Qian immediately laughed.

After all, he is a child and likes to appear in front of others. If you get a compliment, you will be happy, but you don't know that you have solved a big trouble for Yang Shouwen.

Zheng Jingsi's gaze showed even more love and pride.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Zheng Qian's head, and then said to Yang Shouwen: "My son Xiu praised him like this, Thirteen Lang just read a few more books. ”

He paused for a moment, then said, "Son, can we go in and talk?" ”

Yang Shouwen reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "Uncle Twenty-Nine said something, please speak in the room." ”

At this time, Yang also ran over and went into the house to take away the dinner.

When Yang Chenglie saw it, he couldn't help frowning, and said in a deep voice: "Son, didn't you have dinner again?" ”

"Uh......"

"Sister-in-law Yang, make some more for my son-in-law."

Yang Shouwen hurriedly said, "Father, don't be so troublesome...... Annoying Aunt Warm up on the fire, don't waste it so much. ”

"My son is a frugal man."

"Hehe, what Uncle Twenty-Nine said, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard, I just don't want to waste it so much."

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work?"

Zheng Jingsi was stunned for a moment, and then said with a look of anticipation: "But I don't know what happened to the last sentence?" ”

Yang Shouwen couldn't wait to give himself a slap in the face, and said that he leaked his mouth again.

This song "Compassion for Nong" should be written by Li Shen after the Tang Dynasty. He just didn't want to waste it, but he was careless......

Fortunately, this is this one, if it is replaced with another song "Compassion for Nong", maybe it will end up with a criminal who slanders the government.

Since Zheng Jingsi asked, Yang Shouwen couldn't hide it anymore.

He smiled and said: "This is an ancient style I made when I went south from Youzhou and saw the farmers working the way, called Minnong." On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work. Please also ask Uncle Twenty-Nine to taste. ”

Zheng Jingsi smiled, "My son has great feelings, but Twenty Jiu Lang doesn't dare to evaluate." ”

However, he kept this poem in mind and had a small plan.

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"Do you know my intentions for coming today?"

After everyone was seated, Yang Shouwen and Yang Chenglie sat on the couch, while Zheng Jingsi knelt on the couch.

"You three don't have to sit here, just go and play if you want."

Yang Chenglie saw Yang Rui and the three of them sitting down, and couldn't help but speak.

The young man who accompanied Yang Rui was Zheng Liang, the son of Zheng Changyu, who was also called Zheng Jiulang because he was nine among the clansmen of this generation. He and Yang Rui sat here, feeling uncomfortable, and after listening to Yang Chenglie's words, he immediately got up and retired.

Zheng Qian didn't follow, but said with a smile: "Brother son, can I go to your study and copy your words?" ”

Yang Shouwen nodded, indicating that he had no opinion.

Zheng Qian stood up and ran up to the second floor.

In the house, only Yang Shouwen and his son and Zheng Jingsi were left.

"Last night, a secret envoy from the imperial court came and ordered Xingyang to surround Pan Daoqing's house last night.

However, just now, Pan Daoqing and his eldest son Pan Zishan have been released, and Pan's third room was fined 100 collars as compensation for teaching his children. Pan Daoyuan found the patriarch, and the patriarch entrusted me to convey: The matter of Guangwu Mountain was not the original intention of the Pan family, but it was really Pan Daozi's own opinion. In order to express the apology of the Pan family, they are willing to compensate the Yang family with 300 gold collars, and 200 acres of fertile land under Shicheng Mountain...... The patriarch asked me to come and ask you what your father and son thought. ”

Yang Shouwen was a little surprised when he heard this.

During the day, he heard that Pan Daoqing's family had been arrested and put in prison, and the news of Pan Daoqing's release came this night......

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but glance at Yang Chenglie, but saw Yang Chenglie's eyes narrow, stared at Zheng Jingsi, and said, "What does Twenty Jiu Lang think?" (To be continued......)