"Sister, where are we going next?" Ling'er asked.

"If you don't come in vain, you won't come in vain, and if you don't come, you won't come in vain. Be sure to go to Huaqing Palace to have a look! "Sister, how old is your sweetheart?" Ling'er went straight to the point.

"How can you have a sweetheart?" Qingqing naturally disguised.

"You and I are of the same heart, and we are secret. Have you forgotten that we are now sisters-in-law? Ling'er said "in-laws" exaggerated and sonorous.

"Are you my blood? Whether it's hot or cold, galloping or silent, you know it all. Nothing escapes your Vision. ”

"Sometimes, you touch something around your waist and snicker stupidly, or you look at the horizon as if your soul has been snatched away by something. What is not missing someone? Ling'er replied affirmatively.

"Sister, how old are you?"

"I haven't had time to ask yet."

"In the past, my mother used to say, 'Female junior, hold the gold brick;' Sister, then you say, male junior, what are you holding? Ling'er asked playfully.

"I think about it, 'When a man is a junior in college, he holds a diamond.'"

"Great, God must have destined you to be three years younger than him, and in the future, you will hold a giant diamond all day long, that bright light, at night, you will definitely scare all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, gods, demons, monsters, and bad guys Wang Ba to a hundred thousand miles away." Ling'er is like a fox fairy who has been cultivated for thousands of years, and she is excited and bold to speculate.

"Maybe, three years older than me." Qingqing replied in disbelief.

"Sister, you are destined to have a good fate." Ling'er was so happy.

"Sister, I'm so hungry. Grab something and go. ”

"Okay."

At the foot of Li Mountain, the two sisters ordered a sour soup dumpling and a beef steamed bun.

"Okay now, you and I can share resources."

You eat my dumplings, I eat your beef steamed buns. The two sisters ate happily. And the "light bowl" operation was taken.

It started to rain heavily.

Two sisters shelter from the rain under the eaves.

"Sister, can you swim?" Qingqing suddenly remembered, "The hot spring water is slippery and creamy." ”

"Yes."

"Sister, can you climb trees?" Ling'er saw that the trees on the side of the road were green and lovely.

"Children of the mountains, of course."

"Well, you teach me to swim, I'll teach you to climb trees."

Qingqing chose a quiet and clear pond, and for about an hour, the two sisters learned each other's "housekeeping skills".

"Now, this girl is a tiger when she goes up the mountain, a dragon when she enters the water, and a galloping horse on the plain, just a bird in the air!" Qingqing boasted arrogantly.

"I'm too tired, let's go in a carriage." Ling'er proposed.

"We have to learn to haggle."

"Dear son, it's only 70 miles from here to Huaqing Pond, but you need one or two pieces of silver. You see that our two sisters are adrift, it's not easy, half-through copper coins, is it? "Ling'er is tempting.

"What a cunning girl, isn't half a copper coin just half a tael of silver? With your cleverness, make a deal! The coachman said with a smile.

Drive! The horses galloped forward.

"Girl, are you going to go to your relatives? Is someone coming to pick it up? ”

Along the way, Qingqing couldn't help but imagine when he could have the beautiful scenery of "going out in the same car and wearing jade and Qingyue" with Zhao Gongzi......

"Childe, our young lady is tired, I have to take care of her. All you have to do is focus on driving. Ling'er knows the "danger of the rivers and lakes".

"Thank you, Childe, we got off."

"Sister, you love ancient poetry so much, can poetry be sold for money?" Ling'er asked a question with high gold content.

"Why not? Poetry is not only pleasing to the heart, but also to the pocket. Qingqing replied humorously.

"What do you mean by that?" Ling'er asked shamelessly.

"It is said that there is a Xiucai in Tokyo who sells poems, and someone wants to buy a poem, and the title is called 'Waves', and asks for the rhyme with the word 'red', Xiucai blurted out: 'A river is soaked in the cold sky in autumn, and the fishing flute makes the evening breeze for no reason. Who can fold the heart of Wanlibo? The shadow of the setting sun is shattered and red. With such ingenuity, it is natural to win good buyers, and the transaction is completed. ”

"Export into poetry, thinking so quickly!" Ling'er praised in a lost voice.

"Liu Xiyi is a rich man who is not bad for money, so his poems are not sold out. But his uncle Song Zhiwen was optimistic about his song "Dai Sorrowful Pulsatilla", "The flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year", and the uncle said, "I am optimistic about these two sentences, please sell them to me." Liu Xiyi is not a stingy person, and replied, "Anything else, uncle can take it casually, but these two poems have been chanted for many years, and only a good sentence has been chanted?" How can I sell to someone else? ’

No matter what tricks Song Zhiwen used, no matter how much money he was given, those two lines of poetry, Liu Xiyi just wouldn't let go. If he didn't sell it, he kidnapped him until he signed and sold the poem - someone asked Song Zhi an idea. But this Liu Xiyi is a stubborn man, his uncle kidnapped him, he was even more angry, and refused again and again: "Don't sell, don't sell, kill me and don't sell it." "Song Zhi asked this hate, smothered his mouth and nose with a dirt bag, and asked him hysterically: 'Do you sell it or not?' As long as you nod your head, you will be let go. Liu Xiyi did not agree until he died, and he defended his own verses with his life. ”

"What a backbone poet, not only wealthy, but also bold and artistic." Ling'er commented pertinently.

"And there's more! The usual situation is: if you don't sell, I steal. The Tang Dynasty poet Yang Heng was a talented man, and his poems were highly sought after. My cousin always begged for cession, but he didn't allow it, so my cousin became a 'thief'. When the poems came, Yang Heng carefully scrutinized them and put those exquisite words on paper one by one. Yang Heng was devoted to chanting poetry, and his cousin was persistent in stealing poetry. The verses have just been settled, and my cousin has taken the sheep by the hand. Therefore, in my cousin's poems, my cousin's verses are always the finishing touch. Yang Heng was angry, and one day he raised his voice and asked his cousin: 'One by one, the sound of cranes flying to the sky' is safe? The cousin replied cautiously, "Brother Zhizhi loves this sentence the most, and he does not dare to steal it." Although it was an unsuccessful deal, it was also a great story in the poetry world. ”

"It seems that the lives of poets are relatively good, some have gained fame, some have made great profits, and some lucky ones have both fame and fortune."

"Zi said: 'If you don't know your fate, you can't be a gentleman'. Poets may know that they are gentlemen and poets. Since they knew that they had poetic talents, the poets wrote poems with their hearts and dedicated, leaving many immortal poems that have been recited for mankind through the ages. Qingqing said thoughtfully.

"No wonder my fathers and fellow villagers also say: What insects eat what trees, these two mean the same thing."

"Yes, Ling'er will really understand it."