But after thinking about it carefully, she really couldn't remember where she had seen it, and she couldn't even be sure whether she had seen it in her previous life or in this life, so she had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart for the time being.

At the upper right end of the picture is inscribed a few lines of words, standard five words, much like a poem: Hongchen Mo is upstream, and Biliudi lives. Only then did the colorful clouds come, and the flowers flew away. Deep fine wine, winding and fragrant road. When the wind and the moon are affectionate, they are always lovesick.

Jiang Shu read it silently in his heart, pointed to the inscription and asked Ye Chiwan beside him, "This is the poem written by my father, right?" ”

"What——!" Ye Chi's delicate brows suddenly frowned, and he turned his head to look at her with disdain, "This is "Sheng Chazi" by Yan Jidao, a great poet in the Song Dynasty, even I know it." It's terrible to be uneducated! ”

"......" Jiang Shu was speechless.

It is simply insulting to think that a top student of a university of Chinese medicine will be said to be uneducated.

I couldn't help but pout my lips and slandered dissatisfiedly: I say that I am not educated, so do you know what photosynthesis is and what respiration is? Any idea what carbon produces when it is burned in oxygen? Do you know what leverage is?

"Dad's poetry collection is there, and the inscription on this painting is just something I think is suitable for use when I am painting." Without waiting for Jiang Shu to speak, Ye Chi raised his hand and pointed to the bookcase located in the study.

"Do you know who the person in the painting is?" Jiang Shu retracted his expression, glanced in the direction of her finger, and moved his gaze to the beautiful picture of You Chun in front of him again.

"Who knows! Maybe no one. Ye Chi tugged at the corners of his lips and said, "Dad's beauties have been painted a lot, and I have never seen him draw real people!" ”

"Oh." Jiang Shu nodded with some disappointment.

"Okay, leave it alone, come and read Daddy's poems." Ye Chiwan smiled and took her arm and walked to the bookcase.

In the most prominent position on the bookcase is a booklet with a dark blue back cover, about six inches long and four inches wide.

Jiang Shuxin picked it up and flipped it to the front, but saw a few words written on the white strip in the middle - the first assistant of the cabinet Ye Xiang Gao.

This is a book.

And the handwriting, calmly pressed, rich and fleshy, at a glance, you can see that it is a first-class calligraphy.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen a real twist and turn, Jiang Shu was curious for a while, and opened it casually.

I saw a long article in it, which was written with several folds, called "Tiao Chen Shi Zheng Shu".

Several of the columns of text were also circled by Zhu Pen, "Nanzhili and Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Huguang Province have not retreated due to flooding, millions of living beings have migrated and displaced, and there is no day to return, which is also a disaster that has only been seen in more than 200 years", "All matters that are not urgent have been suspended, so as to consolidate the hearts of the people and make them have the hope of a happy life."

The content is about flooding.

That is to say, the floods in various parts of the Yangtze River are serious, and the people have been displaced, which is a major disaster that has never been seen in more than 200 years, and those unimportant affairs should be stopped and energy should be used to fight floods and provide disaster relief, so as to stabilize the people's hearts and give the people hope for survival.

There is also the emperor's red pen instruction in the blank space behind the excerpt - "To the provinces, the disaster and injury of Li Shu, the hardship and displacement should be compassionate".

To put it bluntly, tell provincial officials to be considerate of the people affected by the disaster.

The date of payment is the ninth day of the second month of the 36th year of Wanli, that is, a few days before Ye Xianggao was ordered to go to Hunan for disaster relief.

Looking at this splendid text, every word was for the sake of the people, and the corners of Jiang Shu's lips couldn't help but hook slightly.

It seems that her titular father, Ye Xianggao, should be a good official.