"Okay, Cherries, you go. I'll take care of the poultry here. Cherries, if you really meet the Right Prime Minister, aren't you afraid?"
Xiao Hong also knew that she was too slow. She was clear about the situation in Zhuangzi. She was hoping that this time, she would be able to secure the position of Baihu. It was not only a matter of money, but also status. If the Zhang family said this, then they were people of high status.
Therefore, she agreed to Cherries's suggestion. But she was also worried that Cherries would be scared when she went there. That was a high official, very high.
"Scared? What's so scary about that Yao guy? Is he more powerful than my family's young master and young lady? My family's young master and young lady are just a little younger. Otherwise, would that Yao guy dare to speak in front of my family's young master and young lady? Does he know how to hatch chickens? Does he know how to make fungus? Can he predict when there will be a drought? He's just occupying a good position. "
Cherries was more extroverted than Xiao Hong. She disdainfully asked Xiao Hong a few questions. Every time she asked, Xiao Hong shook her head. After shaking her head a few times, Xiao Hong added, "He won't plant cucumbers in the winter. With the young master behind us, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"Yes, there's no need to be afraid of him. Then I'll go first. You have to hurry behind me. You can earn more money for Zhuangzi."
After saying this, Cherries got on a carriage. Under the beckoning of the carriage handle, the carriage gradually disappeared from the sight of Xiao Hong and the others.
*****
In Zhangjia Zhuangzi, it was already dusk. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan took the things they had written to see Father Zhang. Father Zhang was not good at managing the family, but he had some knowledge. In the beginning, his ancestors followed the army and won glory. After several generations, he was favored by the family to walk the path of an official.
She looked at her son's and daughter-in-law's handwriting, commented on it, and explained to the two children what she had taught them yesterday. The day should be over, and there was no need to say too many words to encourage the two children.
Every time this happened, Zhang Wong Clan would listen to the side. She would listen to what she could understand and watch what she didn't understand. Seeing the two children's serious appearance and the happy and expectant expression on her husband's face, she knew that her son and daughter-in-law had learned a lot of knowledge, she was happy.
"Father, I've been learning for the past few days. I haven't gone out to play with you. Why don't we go out and have a look today?"
Zhang Xiaobao was worried about his father's poem during the county level examination. He had learned what he had learned that day, so he suggested that they go out to play.
Usually, Father Zhang was not willing to waste this time. However, these past few days, he had asked someone to watch over his son and daughter-in-law, so his two children did not have much fun. He felt a little guilty. After hesitating for a while, he saw that his wife kept winking at him, so he could only agree.
The four of them brought some snacks and wine. Without calling any servants, they went to the side of the pond where the ducks and geese were kept. There were ducks and geese that returned home late playing in the water. They were all relatively small and were raised by the farmers. The children who were keeping the geese were nowhere to be seen.
The four of them spread out the blankets they brought and sat around the pond. In the middle of the pond, there were snacks and wine. Zhang Wong Clan was naturally responsible for pouring wine for Father Zhang. Only the two of them drank some wine. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan each held a piece of beef tendon and ground their teeth.
"Husband, the scenery here is so beautiful. Other places are still dry, but here there is no need to worry at all. Husband, compose a poem for this wife to listen to." Zhang Wong Clan at this time changed from her usual tough attitude and gently said to Father Zhang.
"En, okay, then I'll compose a poem. Let's drink first and let your husband compose a poem." Father Zhang did not expect that his wife would ask him to compose a poem at this time. He was not prepared at all. He could only drink first and at the same time, try to think of what sentence to use.
"Xiao Bao, look at those withered flowers. Can you still dye the leaves red?" Wang Juan began to perform at this time with Zhang Xiaobao.
The two of them had long planned to help Father Zhang compose a poem during each season. Even if they said a few key points for Father Zhang to remember, it would be easier for him to write it during the exam.
Zhang Xiaobao did not know much about poetry. Looking at Wang Juan's lips, he slowly said, "Why dye it red? It's already evening. Even if there are many sorrows in the heart, thinking of the flowers that have long left the branches, even if you urge a horse to travel to the ends of the world, you still have to know that the flowers that have fallen are not so heartless. At least, it will help new peanuts to grow in the coming year."
"Oh, so that is to say, the falling flowers are not heartless. Waiting for them to turn into soil, they can still protect the flowers from blooming?" Wang Juan continued.
In fact, the two of them wanted to say that the vast and mighty sorrow of parting is at the end of the day. The falling flowers are not heartless. Turning into spring soil, they protect the flowers.
However, Father Zhang did not know this. While drinking wine, he looked at the two children sitting there. Suddenly, he heard the words of the two children and an idea came to him. He said to the Jang Wong Clan, "Qiao 'er, let me tell you. Yes, under the setting sun, there is no need to worry about urging a horse to look to the ends of the world. How can the falling flowers be heartless? Instead, they become spring soil and protect the flowers. "
"Husband is indeed amazing. Before the cup of wine is finished, you have already written a poem. Husband, drink slowly. Let me peel a prawn for you to eat."
When the Jang Wong Clan heard this, she was happy. Her husband was the most capable. While urging him to drink, she peeled a boiled prawn and brought it to her husband's mouth.
Father Zhang's face turned red when he saw Weiwei, but he did not know how to explain. He could only finish the cup of wine in one gulp and eat the prawn. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan each gnawed on a piece of beef jerky and grinded their teeth.
The Jang Wong Clan watched as her husband drank the wine and ate the prawn. She said to the side, "Husband's ability is indeed extraordinary. Look, the lotus in the pond has already bloomed. Why don't you compose another poem for me? It will be easy for me to teach you."
"This … Okay, husband will compose another poem with wife. Let's drink first." Father Zhang was a little scared. This kind of impromptu poem was not so easy. He prepared to drink to delay the time.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan quickly took out the beef jerky in their mouths and looked at each other. Wang Juan spoke first, "Xiao Bao, this season is really good. It's already June. In June, I heard that the lotus will bloom, but hearing it and seeing it is different. Why do you think?"
"Well, I think so. After all, it's already June. The scenery is different from other times. For example, spring, summer, autumn, and winter. Look, the lotus leaves are so big. With so many of them together, it seems like the water and the sky are the same color. It's so green. With the sunset, I think it's redder than the lotus. What do you think?"
Zhang Xiaobao knew about this poem and directly hinted at it.
Father Zhang was knowledgeable, but he lacked inspiration. Just now, he had been thinking of how to come up with a poem to satisfy his wife. After drinking two bowls of wine, he heard his son and daughter-in-law's conversation. Inspiration came to him again.
"Madam, listen to your husband. That … After all, in June, the scenery is different from the four seasons. The lotus leaves that reach the heavens are green, and the lotus flowers under the sun are red. No, the last line should be the lotus flowers under the sun are red. "
"Husband is really different from those people. You can compose two poems at once. It's a pity that the sun is about to set. It's really regrettable. Husband, let me make some radishes and dip them in sauce for you to eat."
Jang Wong Clan praised again. At the same time, she dipped a very small radish in sauce and fed it to Father Zhang. Her eager expression showed that she still wanted Father Zhang to recite a poem.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan saw their mother's expression from the corner of their eyes. They looked at each other and communicated with their lips.
"I remember that Du Fu wrote a poem called 'Sigh of the Summer Night'. Why don't we take it out? It's not easy to guide. "Wang Juan spoke first.
"How long is it?" Zhang Xiaobao also asked with his lips.
"24 lines. It contains a lot of things." Wang Juan replied.
"Then forget it. I don't have the ability to guide. Something simpler." Zhang Xiaobao immediately rejected after hearing so many lines.
"Then what should we say? I got it. Little Li's. "Wang Juan was a genius after all. She learned more things than Zhang Xiaobao.
"What? Eunuch's? " Zhang Xiaobao tried hard to think. Which eunuch was good? There was one with the surname Sima, one with the surname Zheng, and one with the surname Tong.
"What eunuch? Don't belittle eunuchs. Li Shangyin, do you remember?" Wang Juan reminded.
"Oh, so it's … … What does he do?" Zhang Xiaobao pretended to be enlightened. He squinted his eyes and asked again.
"The sea, the moon, and the pearl have tears."
"Oh, I have an impression of this. This feeling can become reminiscence. This is not suitable for my father to say to my mother, right? My mother misunderstands easily. Very easily. "Zhang Xiaobao knew such a familiar sentence.
"What nonsense are you talking about? His whole life is reminiscence? Also, the sunset is infinitely good. "Wang Juan glanced at Zhang Xiaobao with her big, cute eyes.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier. Is this also written by him? I know. Look at your husband's. Cuckoo, that … … "
Wang Juan trembled when she heard Zhang Xiaobao call her that. She looked at the water and calmed down.
"Well, when I come to the pond and look at the reflection of the sunset on the water, why do I feel a little sad? This sunset is very good. Unfortunately, it's dusk and we have to go back. "Zhang Xiaobao continued.
Wang Juan looked at the water and calmed down with difficulty. When she heard Zhang Xiaobao say that it was calm, her emotions fluctuated again.
Father Zhang didn't know what his daughter-in-law was thinking. When he heard his son's words, he immediately thought of a poem. This time, it was closer to the original.
"Wife and children in the pond, feeling unwell at night. The sunset is infinitely good, but it wants to be dusk. Qiao 'er, what do you think? "
"Good, what husband says is good." Jang Wong Clan was not stupid. Why did her husband say these three poems that were related to what her son and daughter-in-law were saying? She looked at the two little guys who were looking at the pond as if nothing had happened. It was even more suspicious.
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