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Chapter 187 The Difference Between Women

I often envy the jade man in the world, and the sky begs for the sweet lady.All the songs of Qing Dynasty are passed on to the white teeth, the wind blows, and the sea of ​​snow and snow becomes cool.

After returning from thousands of miles, the face is less and less, and when you smile, you still have the fragrance of Lingmei.How about asking Lingnan if it's not good, but he said: "This is my hometown where I feel at ease."

I have to admit that Su Dongpo vividly expressed the image of a woman loved by everyone in the world in just a few words.

However, in this poem, what is really enviable is not the woman, but the man who owns the woman.

Yunchu knew that his fate was bad, and it was impossible to have such a woman, so he was easily satisfied in this aspect. He was really satisfied with a wife like Yu Xiurong.

It was Naha who put her head in his arms and cried at this moment.

Naha is a child who hates crying very much. Only in front of Yunchu, she still likes to use crying to express that she has been humiliated and needs her brother to save face.

Yunchu pulled Naha out of her arms, looked at her crying face and said, "Because you don't know how to write poems about the moon, you were trimmed, and Gongsun and Granny Cui were kicked out?"

Naha pursed her mouth and nodded aggrievedly.

Yun Chu thought for a while and said, "You don't know how to compose poetry, isn't that justified? Why do you feel wronged?"

"Huh? People who can write poetry have wine to drink? What kind of wine did you drink when you were young?"

"You said, what they drink is a kind of red, fragrant, sweet water, you want to drink too, they won't give it?
So, you want to write poetry too? "

Seeing Naha nodding her head heavily, shaking off the golden butterfly on her hair, Yun Chu's head was as big as a bucket.

If Naha studied hard since she was a child, she may not be able to compose a work similar to the song "Ode to the Goose" made by that seven-year-old boy in Jiangnan Dongdao.

The problem is that this child doesn’t like reading since he was a child, and he really doesn’t like reading. After four or five years of reading, he can’t even memorize "Thousand Characters", let alone "Sentence Rhyme".

Without learning these things, there is no way to write poetry, so it is a big problem for Naha to write poetry.

Wipe away the tears, snot, and sweat that Naha just cried with a handkerchief, look at her round face from left to right, the more she likes it, the more she likes it, kissed on the forehead and said: "It's a small matter, brother will help you! "

After finishing speaking, he hugged Naha in his arms, held her little hand, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper, Naha's eternal swan song - "Quiet Night Thoughts".

After finishing writing, teach Naha to read word by word, and when the child can read thoroughly, he pats her on the butt, saying that she can go to Yu Xiurong, Gongsun, and Granny Cui to show off.

Seeing Naha bouncing away, Yunchu felt that the child was extremely cute. At this moment, he even thought that the song "Ode to the Goose" written by King Luo Bin was probably written by his father and brother.

Are you kidding me, a seven-year-old composes poetry?With such a high level of knowledge, Yunchu doesn't even know how to compose poems now.

After seeing Naha off, Yunchu looked at the moon, which was not yet round, and reopened the Wannian County documents, thinking hard about ways to enrich the people.

When it comes to women, it is not uncommon in the Tang Dynasty to want the kind of women in Su Shi's poems, but they need to be cultivated from an early age.

Look around the world.

European women are basically invisible now, especially sexy Gaul women, who are shivering through the cold winter with their arms around pigs, and their men are fighting bloody battles with the Eastern Roman Empire at this time to defend their pigs and women Not to be taken by the Romans.

The world of evil is being formed, and the four major caliphs are murdering each other, vying for the position closest to the gods.

I heard that the waists of the women there are so soft that they can twist like snakes...

This one seems pretty good.

Japanese women like to paint their teeth black, so forget it.

To be honest, Xinluo Fu is the closest to the Tang people's aesthetics...

Just as Yun Chu was thinking hard about strategies to benefit the country and the people, there were several women standing behind him.

When Yunchu returned from the painful memories and was about to take a sip of tea, he found Yu Xiurong squatting on the ground, resting his chin on the table and staring at him without blinking.

Yun Chu put down his teacup and said, "It's just for the country and the people. Don't worship me too much. This is just a daily life of a Tang official. When you get married, you will get used to it."

Before Yu Xiurong could speak, Gongsun took the poem that Yunchu helped Naha write just now, slapped it on the table and said, "You wrote this?"

Yun Chu took it over, glanced at it and frowned, "My handwriting isn't that bad."

"I know you didn't write the words on it, but I'm asking if you read this poem to Naha?"

Naha, who was holding a large jug of grape juice, opened her small mouth, which was stained red by the grape juice, and said, "I wrote it!"

Gongsun said: "I don't believe it."

Naha was in a hurry, put down the jug in her hand, jumped up and sat on Yunchu's lap, grabbed her brother's hand and said hurriedly: "Come on, let's write another song for them to read."

Gongsun said contemptuously: "You also said that you didn't write it. A brother who acts as a literary thief for a sister can be regarded as a scene in the Tang Dynasty."

Yunchu looked dissatisfied at Gongsun's chest that was comparable to a Gaul woman, and said, "Why do you become a literary thief? Take this poem out and ask, and see if it was written by that talented man, and it was given by our brothers and sisters." stole."

Yu Xiurong smiled and said: "Of course this is a poem written by my sister."

Cui's eyeballs rolled a few times, and she opened her mouth to smile and said, "That's right, this is written by Miss Naha. If you don't believe me, let someone else ask me."

Gongsun smiled wryly and said, "Aren't you afraid of being exposed by others if you insist on putting gold on Naha's face like this?"

Yunchu laughed and said, "You have nothing to do, so you go to the temple to scrape off the gold powder on the Buddha statue's face?"

Cui immediately followed up and said: "Yes, yes, my little lady is the lamp-holding girl under the seat of Master Xuanzang. That short-sighted girl will ask, why is it so strange for a virgin at the Water and Land Conference to write such a poem?" of."

Gongsun looked at Yu Xiurong and said, "You are determined to take the same boat with you, a scoundrel, don't you?"

Yu Xiurong covered his mouth and laughed loudly: "If you marry a chicken, you will follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, you will follow the dog, and you will carry a pole with you when you marry."

When Yunchu saw that Gongsun was still complaining about Li Bai, he laughed and said, "Okay, okay, I actually heard this poem outside."

Only then did Gongsun relax, and covered his heaving chest with his hands and said, "I'll just say, how could Naha write such a homesick poem with such a profound meaning."

Looking at this beautiful woman, Yun Chu really didn't understand, just relying on her brain, how she could live up to now with such a beautiful body on her back.

Naha drank a lot of grape juice, got drunk as expected, and was carried back to the bedroom by Cui Shi, and Gongsun followed with a wink at this time.

There was only Yu Xiurong, who was busy at random, snipping candles, cleaning the table, and filling Yunchu with tea.

"If you want a poem too, I'll teach you how to write it."

Yu Xiurong shook his head and said, "I don't want any good poems or sentences. I just need to know that my husband is a great talent and I am satisfied."

Such things as poetry and prose have never been a must for Yunchu. In the world he lived in before, although good poetry and prose were sought after by people, it's just that these things can no longer be closely related to people's lives.

Yu Xiurong was different, her family was passed down through poems and books, even though the family was in decline, Yu Xiurong still hoped that her husband should be a talented man who is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

In the past, she felt that Yun Chu's appearance was sent by God to save her, but now, she felt that it was God's special grace to her.

The beloved in front of her, after writing the song "Thoughts in a Quiet Night", finally made up for the last bit of regret in her heart.

Seeing Yu Xiurong's youthful appearance, Yun Chu really hoped to do something, but unfortunately, the thick Cui Shi stood at the door, coughing intermittently, so he could only sigh.

Li Zhi seems to like walking in the alleyway paved with bluestone slabs in Jinchangfang, and the problem of cheap hands has not changed at all. After a while, there is an extra weeping willow in his hand, a rose that was originally in full bloom , and a stone fisherman deliberately carved by a craftsman in Jinchangfang. This fisherman was fishing on a boulder in a small water feature, but Li Zhi snatched it away.

Since Li Hong came to Jinchangfang for the first time, the task of taking care of the child fell on Yunchu. He used to hold him, but now he drags him.

Strange to say, the child held his hand tightly all the way, even if his palm was full of sweat, he would never let go.

Li Zhi started to pull the bamboos again, but this time the roots of the bamboos were deeply rooted. It was difficult for him to shake these giant bamboos with thick arms without Lu Zhishen's sharpness.

Then, Yunchu saw that Wu Zhaoyi glanced at the giant man behind him, who was as strong as a bear, and this guy immediately came over, holding the bamboo with both hands, and only heard a rattling sound, that bamboo with thick arms was really crushed. He was unplugged.

Immediately, Yunchu heard Li Zhi say angrily: "You bull, I just want to see if these bamboos are newly planted, why do you pull out good bamboos?"

Wu Zhaoyi smiled coquettishly at the side: "Pull it off to see it more clearly, don't you think so, Yun Qing?"

Yun Chu was stunned for a moment when he heard that, at first he thought it was Wu Zhaoyi who had called his name by mistake, but soon he realized that this Yun Qing was referring to him.

"Reporting to Zhaoyi, in the past, Jinchangfang was extremely hot and stuffy, and I wanted to plant more bamboos to provide more shade. As a result, three years have passed, and the bamboo that used to provide shade for the people in the workshop has become a disaster. .

Starting from this year, we are already starting to replace the tree species. "

Li Zhi asked, "Why did bamboo become a disaster?"

Yun Chu sighed and said, "I can't predict where the bamboo roots will grow. In the past two years, with the crazy growth of bamboos, the bamboo shoots growing from their roots have destroyed many walls.

Even in the living room and bedroom of Fangmin's house, there are bamboo shoots protruding from the bricks and stones. "

Li Zhi looked at Yunchu, ignored his answer, and asked directly, "Why did the British Duke recommend you to be Wannian county magistrate?"

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