A week later, Xiaoyue and the second master were able to compose three or two lines of poetry. This is a sensitive stage, with both enthusiasm and lack of literary brilliance. It's like a cook with no ingredients.

It's better to put pen to paper than to go under the knife.

As soon as I woke up in the morning, the second master stood in front of my bed with his head raised and his chest high.

The second master said: I made a poem.

I said, "Good poetry."

The second master said: I haven't read it yet.

I said, "Ah, you read."

The second master cleared his throat and read:

Today I went out to buy groceries, red, white and green.

Out of the vegetable field to the south, the wine and meat shop Hualiu Lane.

......

Some people are naturally destined to be suitable for being a man and playing with a big knife, such as the second master.

In my spare time, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the "Book of Songs" placed on the cabinet.

It's been a long time since I've seen Satsuki. There are always some people who are annoyed when they are dangling in front of your eyes, and miss them when they are not.

I asked: Where did Satsuki go?

Xiao Fengfeng said: I was stimulated by the second master, and I was locked in the house to write poems.

I said, "How many days have it been, and the children have been born." Why don't you carry me to her house?

Xiao Fengfeng said: Don't, there are many organs in the house. The little spotted legs were lame, and the second master's mouth was crooked.

I said, "Can I compare with them?"

Xiao Fengfeng said: Pull it down, she has gone mad, and there is no distinction between humans and animals.

I think it's a good seedling, as long as it's not literary.

No one cares how many days Satsuki has locked herself in the house, and the impression is that it is a long time. At first, everyone was panicked, and the quality of life was greatly reduced due to the lack of care from a senior nanny. But it turns out that whoever leaves can get by.

On the day Xiaoyue came out of the customs, we remembered that there was such a girl.

The second master was busy cooking in the kitchen, and Xiao Fengfeng was washing the mountains of clothes in a good manner.

Changgui's family also moved to the beggar gang to live collectively.

While munching on melon seeds, I flipped through the pirated anthologies that had been smuggled in.

Satsuki stood in front of me with unkempt hair and a stinking smell, and when I looked up, I saw that the clothes were still the same as the one I wore when I entered the customs.

I asked: Is there anything you can achieve?

Satsuki nodded.

I said, "Bring it to me and I'll see it."

Satsuki shook her head.

I asked: Is it possible that even I can't see it?

Satsuki said: No, I burned it last night.

I'm excited: you're sick, why are you burning it?

Xiao Yue said: Burn by mistake.

......

Everyone regrets that they couldn't get a glimpse of Satsuki's literary brilliance. After that, Xiaoyue wrote a letter to her family and sent it back to Emei. During this period, I peeked at it, and it was very shocking! In history, only Satsuki can write his family so vividly.

I'm worried, can this group of girls in Emei understand?

I heard that Emei specially sent his disciples down the mountain to find intellectuals to interpret the letters. And also wrote a reply letter in the form of poetry.

I recall that Master said that the most literate gang in the Jianghu gang must be our Valley of Despair. The reason is very simple, because the Valley of Despair has been isolated from the world for a long time, and the disciples lack entertainment items, so they can only read and write when they are bored. Master also said that the beggars in the rivers and lakes have the lowest level of education.

I asked why?

Master said that there are too many people and little money to buy books.

I asked: Then we bought so many books, and after reading them, we can donate them to the beggars.

The master said, "Why donate it to the beggars, use it to wipe your buttocks."

I said: I have hemorrhoids, the paper is too hard.

Master said, "Rub the paper before wiping."

After that, a small bench was placed in the thatched huts of the Valley of Despair, on which a few books were placed. You can read while using the toilet and wipe your butt after the toilet.

After leaving the valley, I found that the beggar gang was not as poor as I imagined. It's just that the beggars generally love to cry poor.