Time passed slowly, Wu You looked up at the sun, the sunlight was a little dazzling, so he stretched out his hand to cover the sun and took a look, it was already noon. The summer cicada on his shoulder flew to a tree behind Wu You at some point, singing loudly.

Listening to the crisp and melodious sound of cicadas, Wu You looked at the villagers who were working hard in the fields under the scorching sun, and kept picking up the strip of cloth around his neck to wipe the sweat on his face. Some villagers did not wipe their sweat, and the sweat dripped down their faces and chin in the fields.

Looking at this scene, Wu You couldn't help but think of a poem he had read before, so he recited it aloud.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

"Little baby, what you were talking about just now sounds like you're singing. ”

"Old Yutou, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, Lao Jian's son-in-law is reading poetry, I have heard my son read poetry, and the tone just now is the same as the tone of my son's reading. ”

"Lao Li, you take care of your mother-in-law, how can you say that the son-in-law of Lao Jian's family is her son, isn't it your mother-in-law who steals people outside behind your back?"

"Hahaha...... Old Li, you can be damaged, little friend, can you read the poem you just read?"

Wu You didn't expect that he had memorized a poem, and the hard-working villagers in the farmland were so interested, and said loudly: "Wait for me to moisten my throat and read the poem to you gently." ”

After Wu You poured a bowl of tea and drank it, he cleared his throat and began to recite the previous poem in Mr. Wu's tone.

After understanding the meaning, the villagers praised Wu You and asked Wu You to write the poem on paper, so that he could teach them to read and memorize poems, so that their children and grandchildren could know how the food came from.

In the face of the enthusiasm and requirements of the villagers, Wu You was not easy to refuse, so he accepted them one by one with a smile on his face.

It didn't take long for some people to start packing up their farm tools, washing their soil and farm tools in the small pond next to the field, and when they returned to the village, they all specially instructed Wu Youmo to forget to write poems.

Wu You smiled and nodded, and when he saw Jian Xiao and his wife starting to pack up the farm tools, Wu You hurriedly went to help clean the farm tools, and then the three of them took the farm tools and began to walk back.

"Xiaoyou, I have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone at home, I will send it to you later, it is rare for such a big man to be so interested in reading and memorizing poems, you can bear more. ”

Wu You looked at the old man with the farm tools on his back and accosted him, and said respectfully: "I am honored to be able to write poems to your predecessors." ”

The old man smiled twice and nodded, then overtook Wu You and the three of them and walked towards his house.

Jian Xiao saw Wu You looking at the back of the old man, and said with a smile: "This old man's name is Luo Shuo, we all call him verbose, he is the son of Mr. Teaching, his father taught in the town when he was young, and most of the names in the village were taken by his father, but unfortunately he died of illness a few years ago, and those pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in his house were left by his father before, but unfortunately he doesn't like to read, he likes to drink some wine and do farm work on weekdays, otherwise there will be no literate people in the village." ”

Wu You nodded at Jian Xiao when he heard this, and asked, "There is no literacy in the village now?"

"Alas, the older generation in the village was born in the army, fought everywhere when they were young, and did not quit the army until they were old and disabled.

During this period, the family will send their children to the town to read and write, these people have been exposed to the prosperous world outside, and after learning something, they have also moved out to live, and some craftsmen have also gone out to make a living, and slowly the village will be left with us old men who do farm work, and some children who are not waiting to be fed by their parents.

My Xiaoru is too, when she was a child, I was in my teens when I sent her to study medicine with an old gentleman, and now after completing her studies, her master has no children, so she opened a small medical hall with her master in the town, and she only came back for the Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year......"

Along the way, Jian Xiao talked about the things in the village with some emotion, and Wu You listened quietly.

After returning home, Jian Xiao and Wu You sat in the small pavilion drinking tea and chatting, while Zhuang Rushuang went to the kitchen to prepare some cool sugar water to cool off the heat.

"Old Jane, come here and help. ”

There was a shout from outside the courtyard, Jian Xiao and Wu You heard the voice, and from the courtyard, they could only see Luo Shuo bending down to pick up something.

The two walked out of the courtyard quickly, watching Luo Shuo bend down to pick up the paper scattered on the ground, Jian Xiao and Wu You hurriedly went over to help, and after picking it up, Wu You walked into the courtyard with the two of them holding the paper.

Jian Xiao teased while pouring tea for Luo Shuo: "Long-winded, you really have a heart, seeing that you don't like to read, I didn't expect to be so attentive to our group of old men and women to memorize poems today." ”

"Haha, although I don't like to read, I have been around my father since I was a child, and I still know something. Luo Shuo took the tea and took a sip, wiped the tea left on the corner of his mouth with his hand and said: "The main thing is that Xiaoyou's poems are doing well, I was doing farm work at the time, all under the sun, and everyone resonated with Xiaoyou's poems. ”

Wu You took over Jian Xiao's job of pouring tea, and then refilled the tea for Luo Shuo and said modestly: "This poem was written by a gentleman of mine in the past, not by a younger generation. ”

"Whether you did it or not, if you read it, it is a good poem for the old and rough people, I really didn't expect it, and there are poems written about farmers. Luo Shuo pointed to the paper on the table, untied a thing wrapped in cloth on the table, and there was an inkstone, ink block and two brushes in it, and said: "I brought you these first, if it's not enough, you are telling me, you have Lao Xiaoyou, you have written poems for us." ”

Wu You nodded, and after the three of them chatted in the pavilion for a while, Zhuang Rushuang brought sugar water, and after Luo Shuo finished eating, he said goodbye and left, while Wu You returned to the room with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and began to grind and write.

Although Wu You's calligraphy is not elegant and natural, it is still decent, and it is still much better than the ants crawling in the academy before.

Zhuang Rushuang walked into the room with sugar water, watching Wu You sitting at the desk and writing intently, she couldn't help but think of her daughter, and after losing her mind for a while, she put the sugar water on the desk and told Wu You to rest and drink some sugar water.

Wu You felt Zhuang Rushuang's kindness and gentleness, and after thanking him, he picked up the sugar water and drank it, while Zhuang Rushuang looked at the papers scattered on the desk.

Looking at the decent font, Zhuang Rushuang couldn't understand it, so she also praised: "Xiaoyou, your character is better than my daughter's writing." ”

Hearing the praise, Wu You glanced at the words he wrote, thought of the person who was good at calligraphy in the academy, put down the bowl after drinking, scratched his head and said: "This character is very poorly written, by the way, Aunt Zhuang will trouble you to notify the villagers to come and get the written poems." ”

"It's okay, what's the trouble about this, it's the fastest to spread the news in the village. ”

After Zhuang Rushuang finished speaking, he walked to the courtyard and shouted to the next door, "Old Li, the poem is written, hurry up and get it." ”

The next door answered, and after a while, Wu You looked out from the window in front of the desk, and saw an old man walking in with a basket of eggs, and after handing the eggs to Zhuang Rushuang, the old man walked to the window.

Wu You handed the written poem to the old man and said, "This poem is finished, and I will teach you how to read it tomorrow morning when you are doing farm work." ”

The old man instructed Wu You to rest and rest, and not to overwrite.

"Old Li Tou, remember to call me and get the notebook when I go back. ”

Lao Li Tou answered, and on the way back, he looked down with a smile on his face and looked down at the incomprehensible calligraphy in both hands.

Wu You looked at the old man's back and smiled, at this time Zhuang Rushuang came over and said that Lao Litou's basket of eggs was a thank you gift for Wu You, Wu You hurriedly got up and wanted to send the eggs back to Lao Litou. was rejected by Zhuang Rushuang.

The peasant family is simple, it is normal to come and go, and if he doesn't let him do something, he will always keep it in his heart, so in the village, take you some vegetables today, and tomorrow he will send some pork over, otherwise he will be worried about it.

Hearing Zhuang Rushuang say this, Wu Youji didn't say anything in his heart, so he wrote poems with peace of mind.