The uncle said: "Yes, no one could have guessed last year, not the year before last, and this year is the third year." And the riddles are all the same, no one guesses and stays, and the rewards are getting higher and higher year by year, the year before was ten taels, last year it was twenty taels, and this year it was thirty taels. Hehe, it seems that it is possible to rise to forty or fifty taels next year. Last year, the county lord came to guess, and he didn't guess it, so it was a question from a talented man! ”

"In the past three years, have they all been questions from the young master of the Ming family?" Chang Shuang frowned slightly.

"Not bad."

Chang Zhang smiled: "In this way, no one in our small place can match the wisdom of Young Master Ming. ”

Chang Shuang was strange. The young master of the Ming family doesn't participate in the guessing puzzle, and he doesn't need to come up with a question that no one has guessed for a few years, it is not a riddle at all, but a poem. And that poem is incomplete in Chang Shuang's opinion.

Therefore, Chang Shuang thinks that this is the reward party asking Young Master Ming to solve the problem, and he doesn't want the audience to take the award.

"Hey, Xiaoshuang'er, you're here too, it's been a long time, you're back!"

Chang Shuang heard a familiar voice, it was Yue Yimo, and Qi Ming also came.

"Yue Yimo, Uncle Hao." Chang Shuang walked towards them.

"Frost, you're so late." Qi Ming knew where Chang Shuang had gone, and Mu Qingtian told him.

"Xiao Shuang'er, I have completed the task, and I can't guarantee the rest." Yue Yimo's face was a little helpless, he had something to say, and he still had grievances, now that the government was looking for thieves everywhere, he didn't dare to do it recently.

Chang Shuang smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, tonight's festival, you can eat, drink and have fun, I just came back and I'm tired, I'll look for you in two days." ”

"Good. Hehe, you guys have won a lot of prizes, it's not bad. Yue Yimo pointed to the Chang brothers beside Chang Shuang.

Komatsu said happily: "This is all won by my sister." ”

"Oh! Frost is so powerful, how about trying to win the grand prize? ”

"I tried, but I couldn't." Chang Shuang said honestly.

"There are times when Frost doesn't work."

"I'm not good at composing poetry, Uncle Hao is not going to try, Uncle Hao's talent is not bad, go and try to make up the next paragraph of that poem."

The poem is incomplete, and Chang Shuang thinks that the author wants someone to take it. It's not a guess, it's a poem. How could she compose poetry?

"Poetry?" Qi Ming didn't expect it, "Isn't it a riddle?" ”

"No one said that the grand prize was a riddle, and it was a poem, not a limerick poem for guessing, the poem was incomplete, so it was probably a poem." Chang Shuang said and shrugged, she couldn't do it.

Yue Yimo said: "I see, I feel strange, the poem is both mountains and water, I don't think it's like it's describing something, I don't know what to say, it turns out that there is a follow-up!" ”

Qi Ming smiled: "Shuang'er is really smart, and I can't compose poetry." ”

Chang Shuang remembered a person, that person was a gentleman who had bought Liang Sheng's famous inkstone, called Huazi Zhang. The gentleman didn't know if he could do it. But after three years of watching, no one has taken off the nameplate so far, it seems that someone has made a poem, and it may not be able to enter the eyes of Young Master Ming.

Chang Shuang saw that the time was also late, so he said goodbye to Qi Ming and Yue Yimo, and left with his brother and brother.

The people who heard Chang Shuang speak knew that they wanted to compose poems, not guess the riddles, and they told each other, which made everyone give up more simply, how could they know how to compose poems?