"Well, it's not already." Gu Hong was originally not in a good mood, but when he was asked by Cai Guan, he was in a worse mood.

"By the way, cousin, can you find a few teachers who can compose poetry for Brother Kun?" Guo Pengcai didn't think about the knife, he was now conditioned, and when he saw Cai Guan, he thought of the scriptures, scriptures, poems, and laws.

Because every time he chatted with Xin Kun, he felt that Xin Kun was just the expression of his comrades shouting 'I\\\' when he was in the army!

"Doesn't he already know how to write poetry?" The corners of Cai Guan's mouth twitched.

This topic happens to be Cai Guan's recent dislike, for Xin Kun, she has read books and self-taught, although it is not as amazing and brilliant as her eight-strand essays and policy writing, but it is also absolutely superior, only a little polishing, it is a very perfect scripture.

However, the scriptures and the law are different, these two, in addition to limiting the righteousness, also limit the rhyme.

And how to teach poetry? Cai Guan struggled to remember how his former teachers taught him. At this time, Cai Guan was very comforted, because Cai Guan was very happy that Xin Kun was not talented in writing poetry at all. But people who are not gifted are smart people. He asked Cai Guan to tell her about the scriptures and poems, and then wrote him all the rules of limiting rhyme.

Cai Guan was still saying at the time that it was wrong for him to do this, and the poem should be the result of love......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Guo Peng.

"If you don't tell Brother Kun the rules, how can he learn?"

Cai Guan could only write down the rules, of course, when he finished writing, he wanted to die again, because there were not one or two books in the bookstore that taught people to write poetry. When he turned around, he had a batch delivered.

However, when Cai Guan was compared to Xin Kun, Xin Kun nervously took a piece of paper to draw a grid, and then marked the grid of the rhyme.

Cai Guanzheng wanted to say something, but as a result, that person began to write the words with the same rhyme aside.

He's crosswords! He's crosswords! He's crosswords!

He finished the poem with a crossword.

Recite it back and forth a few times, and then change the words, and a decent scripture poem and rhythm are made.

Every time Cai Guan watched him compose poems, he had the urge to die, but the little bastard who accompanied Xin Kun to study with him would applaud like a fool. Because he couldn't think of this way to make poetry, it turns out that writing poetry can be like this!

"Didn't you say he did a good job?" Cai Guan took a long time to utter a few words.

"Cousin, do you know, now that he writes poems very quickly, he no longer needs to draw grids, he can quickly find out those words with the same rhyme and fill in the corresponding places."

"Then what master do you want me to find?" Cai Guan couldn't help but stare at him. Their way of making poetry is to desecrate poetry.

"I think he can do better, and now I feel more and more that he's a genius and that he can always figure out ways to keep himself from facing difficulties. Cousin, we can't do that. ”

Cai Guan was silent, yes, what will they do when they encounter difficulties? One thing is for sure, they don't write poems in lattice like Xin Kun did.

He said it painfully, but now that he thinks about it, he has to say that this is a very effective method. Even the strictest master has no talent for the first poem, but the poem with a rigorous format will not be unqualified.

So, as long as he takes the test, he can pass it now. There is no doubt about this.

You know, you don't need to write poems for the final poetry and temple exams, as long as you write a good strategy.

Then, with his efforts to write policy theories and eight-strand essays, Zhongjinshi has no problem at all.

"Let's talk about something else!" Cai Guan calmed down for a moment and decided to change the topic, but as soon as the words came out, he regretted it. Because recently, he has not only annoyed Guo Peng, Xin Kun, and Gu Hong.

Because Gu Hong didn't want to stay in Xinjia Village, he complained to him every day, his ill-fated saber.

Even if he asked Xin Kun to come to class, Gu Hong would give him a look, as if he was slowing down the progress of his saber.

"I don't want to talk about the little prince's saber!" Gu Hong glanced at Guo Peng dissatisfied.

Guo Peng spread his hands and said that Gu Hong was right. That property right now belongs to you.

"Why did it take so long this time?" Seeing that Gu Hong didn't want to talk about it, Cai Guan wanted to talk about it. "It's almost good, because he's going to farm in May, and he can't waste time on striking iron." Guo Peng sat on his horse and got up.

Gu Hong was silent there with a dark face.

"Can you see that? Will that knife be worth four thousand taels? Cai Guan looked at Gu Hong, and he looked at Gu Hong with a smile.

"Very good, very good, really, just looking at the handle is beautiful. I have no doubt that he knows where to hammer his hammer. Guo Peng said first.

"So what? Have you figured out what weapon to put on yourself? Of course, Cai Guan knew that four thousand of the 10,000 taels were the deposit Guo Peng gave for himself.

"No, lately I've been practicing with different weapons for him every day, and let him judge which one is more suitable for me. However, he was too focused on making knives for Gu Hong, so he may not have seen clearly which one I was more suitable for. Guo Peng was a little regretful, but it could be seen that he was still trying to defend Xin Kun.

"It only took him half a day to beat an axe, but why did that horse chopping knife take so long?" Cai Guan was a little puzzled, this was sincere, his biggest feeling for Old Man Xin's family was fast. Two or three hours I got an axe, but now, for a month, not a single knife has been struck.

"It should be a different degree of care, obviously, this time he really used his heart. Except for coming to class, whoever talks to him, he is not absent-minded, so Gu Hong, you can't force him anymore, haven't you seen that he is all thin? Guo Peng looked at Gu Hong indignantly.

Gu Hong straightened his waist and looked straight ahead, as if he could see a hole in front of him.

"How about the gift back to the capital, is it really all made by yourself?" Cai Guan knew that he couldn't sprinkle salt on Gu Hong's wound anymore, and turned to Guo Peng.

"Of course, Brother Kun said, if I hadn't done the rest of the work, this axe would have to collect four thousand." Guo Peng took advantage of it, "What's more, they also taught me to do things." ”

Cai Guan thought for a moment and shook his head, "Very good, at least during this time, you have learned something and can sharpen your temperament." ”

"I think I'm very good, and they all like me." Guo Peng looked at his cousin dissatisfied, he has been getting along well with everyone recently, and the cook will add rice to the wheat rice, and then serve the rice to him.

"He seems to be more stupid now?" Cai Guan looked at Gu Hong, who was still black-faced.

"Yes!" Gu Hong sighed.

"Don't be sad, I taught Xin Kun to read these days, in addition to being a smart boy, he is very organized, so he can drag your knife until now, he should have his own ideas, maybe, you will have a surprise."