Daoxiang Village.

The shepherd boy fell ill shortly after the winter and survived for a long time, only to get better after the beginning of spring.

Then he raised it for more than half a month, and his body and bones became strong again, he thought that Ah Huang had no good food for a winter, and he was so hungry that he could see the craggy and skinny, so he begged his mother to go out to herd cattle.

Ping'an's mother, Liang, saw that he was in good spirits and that it was not a problem to be stuffed in the house for a long time, so she gave him some advice and allowed him.

Ping'an pinned a bamboo tube kettle to his waist, carrying a fishing rod, Ah Huang wearing a hat coat on his back, and a handful of air-dried wormwood around his neck, walked out of the cowshed together.

After the feast of sting, the hoe does not stop.

As soon as the spring thunder sounds, everything recovers, and it is the annual spring farming time.

Not long after the day was polished, it was still drizzling outside, and the fields in the suburbs were already busy.

Ping'an and Ah Huang walked to the entrance of the village and met more than a dozen acquaintances.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the children and teenagers in several villages near and far meet to take advantage of the fact that the private school has not yet started.

One side is the shepherd boy whose plan for the day lies in the morning, and the other side is the child of a wealthy and wealthy idler's family, because of the difference in identity, there is no contact, although Ping An knows them richly, but he does not see it when he sees it on weekdays.

It's just that the group of private school students seemed to want to make fun of Ping'an, and someone shouted: "It turned out to be Ping'an, early in the morning, go to herd cattle." Why don't you go together? ”

Ping An observed the words and looks, and naturally he could hear the banter in his tone, but he was out to herd cattle, and there was nothing wrong with it, not to mention that he didn't want to have more right and wrong, so he buried his head and responded sullenly.

The teenagers who wanted to tease him saw that he didn't come up to argue, but instead led the scalper to slow down, and avoided far behind, feeling bored, he snorted twice and left.

Ping An was happy and quiet, let go of Ah Huang to graze on the side of the road, and followed him leisurely to the river, and gradually did not see their figures again.

After more than half an hour, when they arrived at the river, Ah Huang was grazing and fishing safely, when he suddenly heard a burst of laughter, and the birds flew and the fish scattered, and then a group of more than a dozen people turned out from behind, and it was the students of the private school just now.

The fish were scared away, and Ping'an, who was sitting on his side in the grass, simply bit the grass roots and lay down, waiting for them to leave.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived at the river, they saw the slow flow of ripples, the wheat along the river turned green and jointed, and the rape sprouted and saw the flowers, and they were attracted and did not plan to leave for a while.

Set up a table to set the wine, put the wine to the wind, and be happy.

An older teenager who likes to chant poetry, touches the scene, and even chants loudly: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river." The wilted artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to go. ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, his companion who was friendly with him immediately clapped his hands and cheered: "All scenery is love language, good poetry, Brother Wei really sings good poetry." ”

It's just that as soon as the cheers fell, another person shook his head and sighed: "Of course, all scenery words are love words, but Brother Li's so-called good poetry is actually a big mistake." ”

Brother Li was stunned and asked in confusion: "Oh, I don't know what Brother Liang thinks?" ”

Brother Liang nodded and replied, "I don't dare to see it, it's just some shallow opinions." For example, the sentence 'Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet', I think it's debatable. ”

"Dare to ask Brother Liang, what kind of sentence does you not understand?"

"Chunjiang, Chunjiang, we only have a river here, where does the river come from, this is a nowhere to go. And the 'Duck Prophet,' don't you see that there are not only ducks but geese in the river? Brother Liang pointed to the big white geese floating on the water in the river and said, "If there are geese, why are they duck prophets and not goose prophets?" ”

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the green waves. Since ancient times, I have only heard of a goose, but not a duck. Therefore, in terms of identity alone, even if the spring river plumbing, it should be a goose prophet, not a duck prophet. What's more, geese are much bigger than ducks. ”

Everyone applauded: "Brother Liang's words are reasonable. ”

When Brother Liang heard this, his face was even more triumphant: "Actually, I can find out more things that don't make sense." ”

Everyone was shocked: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Brother Liang waved his hand, and he reprimanded Fang Xuan with a momentum of pointing out the country and raising the words: "Of course, we do have a river, but have there been puffer fish caught in the river, no." 'It's when the puffer fish wants to go up', and it's very inappropriate to sing about nothingness with something that is not there. ”

Then there was another high-five.

It was Brother Wei who was chanting poetry, his face was not very good-looking, he looked at the duck in the water, and had an idea: "It's true that there are goose poems, but Brother Liang's so-called lack of duck poems is not necessarily." ”

Brother Liang smiled and said, "Brother Wei has heard of the Yong Duck Poem? ”

"Of course, if you listen to it, you will know the truth and the falsehood." Brother Wei was a little anxious, cleared his throat, and groaned, "A group of ducks in Qingshui, some of them are hemp, and some are flowers. The hemp duck took the lead in playing in the water, and the flower duck was called quack. ”

Not far away, Ping An hidden in the grass was heard in his ears, and he almost didn't laugh and died.

Because the poem chanted at the beginning was a poem by Su Zi of the Song Dynasty, and it was a painting poem, which was not written by them, but they didn't use it with Zhang Guan Li Dai, and they also took care to raise the bar to comment, and Ping An couldn't hold back the surging laughter.

And the last duck poem is simply a limerick poem that can't be put on the table.

"If it's really a village cow, it's good to swing your head when you swing your head."

Ping An came out of the grass with a smile, took Ah Huang, and wanted to leave.

With these village cattle here, it's impossible to quiet down and fish.

But he came out of the grass, and one of them slipped and fell to the ground without paying attention, slipping half of his body into mud.

The group of private school students were fighting over the goose poem and the duck poem, and when they heard the movement, they all laughed out loud when they looked back and saw Ping'an's embarrassed appearance.

Ping'an got up as if nothing had happened, shook the dirt on his clothes, glanced at them, and said loudly: "The spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the ground. Slip and fall the little priest and laugh to kill a herd of cows. ”

As soon as the words fell, he quickly climbed on the back of the ox, slapped the fishing rod, shouted and hurried away.

The students of the private school did not react until they were safe and far away, and a group of cattle pointed at them, because they were also laughing at the time, and suddenly the crowd surged: "I am angry, a little poor shepherd boy, I dare to compare myself with a bachelor, boasting so big, and I am not afraid of losing my life." ”

Ping'an rode Ah Huang all the way until he couldn't see the figure behind him, he slid down and patted Ah Huang's head: "Ah Huang, you have to know, you are Ah Huang, not a village cow, do you know?" ”

The old scalper stared at his eyes as big as copper bells, glanced at Ping'an, and shouted, "Moo! ”

Ping An immediately burst into laughter.

The spring breeze is steep, warm and cold at first, and Ping'an, who has slipped half of his body in mud, feels the chill hitting his body after laughing, and he can't help but shiver.

He hurriedly tightened the clothes on his body and put on his coat: "It's good to be sick, don't catch a cold again." ”

At this time, it was less than two hours away, it was still early, and Ah Huang had not eaten enough, so although his clothes were wet and dirty, he still couldn't go back so quickly.

Since you don't want to go back like this, you have to find a place to go.

Ping'an looked left and right, and found that he and Ah Huang Jing walked quickly, and came to a hillside, and the Daoxiang Temple was not far away.

There are tiles in the temple to cover the head, there is a wall to block the wind, maybe you can also bake the fire, Ping An thought, turned around, and walked towards the Daoxiang Temple.