Chapter 17: Write poems and go to the teacher

Chen Youniao turned around and entered the study, where the desk and the four treasures of the study were located.

On the bed against the wall, a quilt was rolled up, and the little girl was still sleeping, her face buried in the quilt, revealing only her black hair. Her hair was thick and long, waist-length, and now spread out like a flowing cloud.

Chen Youniao only glanced at it, then sat down at the desk, spread out the pen, ink and paper, and prepared to write something.

Since he has already made up his mind to take the imperial examination and win fame, he will not talk about it. And if you want to do well in the exam, of course, you have to have the guidance of a famous teacher, which is a good way to get a high score.

Therefore, for this apprenticeship, Chen Youniao is quite looking forward to it. He has "Wenxin Carving Dragon", and there are countless classic works, but it is not just a random one, and it needs to be considered practically, combined with personal situations, in order to move people's hearts.

After thinking about it, I picked up the pen and wrote, and the poem became a poem in a moment, a poem of seven uniques:

The red candle was stopped in the cave room last night, and he bowed to his aunt in front of Xiaotang, and asked his husband in a low voice, and the thrush was not deep or shallow.

This is a very famous poem, which reads on the surface and is written about boudoir family affairs, but in fact it is not, and has another metaphor, asking "whether this work is in line with the heart", and the way of expression is quite novel and subtle.

Chen Youniao wrote attentively and consumed three literary tones.

With the loss of Wenqi to increase the level of cultivation, he is now handy and quite adaptable to the use of Wenqi. Writing poetry this time is no longer as tired as the first time, and it seems calm.

The words are also good, much better than the predecessor, and the results are here for most of the half of the retreat. Although it has not reached the realm of its own family, it is sketched with strokes and hidden edges, and it is comfortable to look at.

"Alright. ”

Chen Youniao was very satisfied, just waiting for the ink to dry and put it away, if he was awake, he turned around and saw that the little girl didn't know when she got up, she didn't seem to have slept enough, she looked sleepy-eyed, and there was a lazy cuteness.

In an instant, as if she had smelled something, her eyes widened suddenly, and she walked over and looked at the poems on the desk.

Chen Youniao was stunned: What does this mean?

But when she saw the little girl stretching out her hand, she pointed, "Brother, I want it." ”

This is the second time Chen Youniao has heard her speak, simple, a little stiff, as if she has not been babbling for a long time.

Chen Youniao wondered if she had some language barriers. But it was rare for her to speak, and perhaps it was an opportunity, so she picked up the psalm: "You want this? Yes, but you have to tell me first, what is your name?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, a pair of good-looking eyebrows frowned, and thought bitterly: "Name? My name ......"

At a glance, he seemed to see something, and then said, "My name is Thrush." ”

"Thrush?"

This name is good, Chen Youniao wanted to ask for other information, but the thrush couldn't remember it at all, his expression was confused, he looked ignorant, I don't know if it was amnesia, or something else.

In desperation, Chen Youniao had no choice but to hand her the psalm.

The thrush turned and sat down on the bed, tossing and turning.

Chen Youniao couldn't think of a reason, Song Tianfu was still waiting outside, it was not good to delay, so he picked up the pen and started writing, and it was still the same one, but there was no blessing of literary atmosphere, just copying it once:

"Thrush, my brother has something to go out, you stay in the house, don't run around. ”

"Hmm!"

The thrush does not lift her head, and holds the paper as if she were holding her beloved food, I really don't know what this little girl can read from this poem.

Song Tianfu came by carriage this time, so Chen Youniao also got into the carriage, wheeled and set off.

Song Tianfu did not ask Chen Youniao what he wrote, but only introduced the situation about this teacher.

The teacher's surname is "Meng", his name is "Beiliu", he is sixty years this year, and in the year of the sixtieth year, he was born as a serious Jinshi and served as an official in the imperial court. It's just that his personality is high, unsociable, repeatedly excluded, unsatisfactory officialdom, and finally resigned and returned to his hometown, and settled in Haidai County. Because of his official literacy and high level, many children of the big clan have come to seek advice, and over time, they have become a famous teacher, and the peach and plum are all over the world.

"Brother Chen, this Meng Fuzi has a fiery personality and never saves face. I'm not afraid of your jokes, I also went to apprenticeship when I was young, but what I wrote couldn't work, and I was directly thrown in the face by Meng Fuzi and scolded 'bullshit doesn't make sense', so I ran back and never studied again. ”

Song Tianfu did not give up his mind to persuade Chen Youniao.

Chen Youniao said: "Okay, I'll talk about it after seeing it." ”

Song Tianfu smiled and said no more. The reason why he persuaded Chen Youniao to give up the unrealistic idea of the imperial examination was selfish, but the big starting point was also a good intention, Chen Youniao studied the Tao for ten years, and went to study halfway, in the eyes of outsiders, it was not at all in tune.

Chen Youniao was exquisite, but he understood better than anyone else that he didn't want to spoil the favor, so he took the initiative to provoke the topic and asked Song Tianfu about various matters about Haidai County.

Song Tianfu was born in a big family, and he made a career at a young age, and he is like the identity of the successor in the family, with a different vision and knowledge. What Chen Youniao asked about was not a confidential matter, so he naturally said happily. He was willing to sit in a car with Chen Youniao and talk eloquently, but in fact, he had already put down his body and felt that Chen Youniao's temperament was appetizing, but the most important thing was that Chen Youniao showed the potential of cultivation and could draw talismans.

From ancient times to the present, matching and complementing abilities is the foundation of a circle. It's hard to imagine that a rich man would become a confidant friend with a beggar.

"Of the 36 counties in the world, Haidai County is in the middle and is not prominent. As for your Chen family, my Song family, although it is called a 'big family', it is nothing compared to those famous families. ”

Song Tianfu said that it was quite a pointer.

Chen Youniao asked: "Famous family?"

Song Tianfu explained: "The big families, famous families, and families, from low to high, are arranged in order, with different backgrounds, different backgrounds, and classes. is the so-called century-old famous family and thousand-year-old family, our so-called local families, compared with others, are too far behind. Fortunately, there is no famous family in Haidai County, so our clan can come out. ”

Chen Youniao listened attentively, the ancient world, but the real class world, the origin almost decided everything. Farmers and craftsmen at the lowest level, for generations, have extremely difficult opportunities to get ahead. The so-called disciples of the poor sect were also once broadened by their ancestors.

Song Tianfu looked at him: "So, if you cultivate the Tao, if you can become a formal Taoist priest, it will be a sunny avenue, and from now on, you can also raise your eyebrows in the clan, why bother to go near and far, and come to study for no reason, and take the imperial examination?

Not again......

There are some things that Chen Youniao can't explain, so he has to deal with the past vaguely.

Fortunately, at this time, the carriage stopped, and the coachman shouted, "Master, the different grass hall has arrived." ”