After carefully inquiring about the Cheng Chubi brothers, the relevant details, especially the details about Li Feng, Cheng Yanjin immediately asked the Cheng Chubi brothers to get out, and then, he frowned and pondered.

"Are you? It's like, it's not like, if you don't invite you to the house, no, no. Forget it, Lao Tzu doesn't care if you're not, even if it's, anyway, it's not me. ”

Cheng Biting Jin, he felt that his brain was in a mess, and he suddenly reacted, this matter doesn't seem to have much to do with him, isn't this full and supportive, and he has nothing to worry about.

After that, I began to taste the tea slowly, taking a sip, frowning a few times, and then, taking another sip, rolling my eyes a few times.........

It has been more than half a month since Li Fengda last came back from Chang'an City.

During this time, under the help of the Seventh Master and a group of villagers, the house that Li Feng wanted had been built.

Since these houses are not used to live in people, they are not too particular about it, and they directly built three thatched houses. The wall is a loess wall, to put it bluntly, it is made of loess, thickened layer by layer, compacted and made stronger. And the roof is directly covered with thatch, and this is it.

Originally, Li Feng still wanted to use tiles to build it, but when he was scolded by the seventh master, "Loser, this is for pigs, not for you, why waste that money", Li Feng gave up.

However, when the thatched house at the foot of the mountain was built, Li Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this thatched house was still good-looking.

It's really true, and you never get tired of watching it.

"Big brother, why are you staring at this thatched hut all the time, and you are still laughing stupidly. It's not a brick house, if it can be made of blue bricks and black tiles."

Seeing this Li Feng, she kept staring at the thatched house and smirked, the little girl thought that there was something strange, and she also followed Li Feng, which was to look left and right. However, I still don't see anything to look at.

"Go, you little girl, what do you know. I really don't have any artistic cells at all, we can't be too vulgar, we have to have taste, you know"

Looking at this little girl, as soon as he mentioned this brick house, his face was full of yearning, and Li Feng decided to teach this little girl well. Even if we don't be ladies, we can't be vulgar women.

"Oh, but, big brother, what is an artistic cell, and what is taste?"

"This art cell, this, how to say it, forget it, you're still too young, and you can't understand it when I explain it to you. Well, yes, for example, when I saw this thatched house, I was moved and remembered a poem, which can be called an art cell."

Although, it was often used in the past, the artistic cell still has, taste, these words. However, when Li Feng wanted to explain to Xiao Yaya, he found that it was really difficult to explain.

Fortunately, this flash of inspiration reminded me of a poem.

"Okay, okay, big brother, read it to me, big brother is amazing, and there are artistic cells."

This little girl, as soon as she heard it, Li Feng even knew how to compose poems, and immediately began to applaud. By the way, he learned and used it lively, and praised Li Feng for having artistic cells, but, on the other hand, that was the former Li Feng, who had no artistic cells at all.

"Okay, quiet, I'm going to read it, hum"

In order to illustrate that he has always had artistic cells, Li Feng first held his head high, then coughed twice, and then put his hands behind his back.

"August Autumn High Wind Roar"

After a pause, the little girl applauded

"Roll up the triple thatch on my house"

Pause again, little girl, applaud again, applaud

"Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the western suburbs"

After another pause, the little girl, her face was flushed with excitement, and her big eyes looked at Li Feng with great admiration and expectation.

Suddenly, Li Feng began to sweat on his forehead. Because, he found that he remembered these three sentences of this poem, and he didn't know the rest of it.

Why do you remember these three sentences, of course, Li Feng thinks that these three sentences are very imposing, so when I first saw it, I remembered it.

"Mao Fei crosses the river and sprinkles the western suburbs, Mao Fei .........."

"Big brother, I've read this sentence just now, hurry up and make the next sentence."

Looking at the pair of big black and bright eyes, Li Feng couldn't wait to slap himself with a big mouth. Then, I secretly sighed, sure enough, this plagiarism is not good, and if you are not careful, you will be punished. This poem is already quite long, who let himself, only remember three sentences.

Damn, I'm out of the way, let's add another sentence to him, and make it into a seven-character quatrain, Li Feng thought to himself.

"When it rains heavily, you're going to suffer"

"yes, big brother is amazing, great, this poem is so well done. The hut was blown by the wind, and when it rained heavily, it must have leaked, and it was terrible......."

Hearing the undisguised praise of the little girl, Li Feng felt that he was three points sweater than Genghis Khan.

This poetry is really not something that people do, it seems that we don't have that artistic cell at all, let's be our layman.

"However, it seems that the sentence we added here is still full of ears. Well, it's good to the ear, that's a good poem. Why, it's so easy to remember, I can't even remember it, no matter how good the poem is, it's useless."

At this time, Li Feng could only comfort himself like this.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of a cow man who made a cow poem.

That's the dog meat general, Zhang Zongchang's "Song Lightning"

"Suddenly, I saw a chain of fire in the sky, as if the Jade Emperor was smoking. If Yuhuan doesn't smoke, why is it a chain of fire?"

is such a poem, so that Li Feng only read it once, and after laughing for a while, he firmly remembered it. Not only did he remember it, but every time it was thunder, he couldn't help but think of this poem, and then he had to chant it again.

In this way, the mood that was originally very dull immediately became relaxed, and when I was happy, I became even happier.

Perhaps, for some people, this poem is bullshit, or even not poetry at all. However, in Li Feng's heart, this is a good poem, a good poem that can bring people happiness.

"Come, Yaya, big brother will make you another poem, okay?"

As soon as he thought of this, Li Feng's depressed mood just now suddenly became comfortable. Let's make our poems, as long as we are happy to listen to them, and do other people's.

Why bother with what people look behind their backs and what they say.

Anyway, it's just to have some fun, so I'm going to read poems to the little girl again. In this regard, of course, the little girl was happy to clap her hands.

"The mountains are black from afar"

"The top is thin and the bottom is thick"

"Like turning the mountain upside down"

"Go down and come out of Shantou"

The sun has set in the west, and the red glow is burning in the western sky.

As Li Feng pulled the little girl and walked home, a burst of crisp sounds began to float over the entire artisan village.

Incidentally, there was the sound of laughter like silver bells.

"Who wrote this poem, it's amazing, good poem, good poem............"

Zhao Dazhu, Uncle Zhao, was about to have dinner, and suddenly heard a voice, so he immediately took the big bowl, held it in his hand, and listened carefully.

As soon as he heard it, this Uncle Zhao directly stuffed a big bowl of wine.

After exclaiming aloud, I even read it along.

Obviously, Uncle Zhao is not the only one who heard the voice of the little girl.

So, all of a sudden, there was a burst of "black mountains", which continued to sound in this craftsman village, and the sound was louder than the other, and louder than the other.

Good poetry, you can understand it when you listen to it, you will understand it when you listen to it, you will remember it when you listen to it, this is fucking, not what a good poem is. This thought constantly fills the hearts of the villagers.