Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little every day

Chapter 54 How is this possible? (asking for votes)
"Little Anu, what were you carrying just now?"

Liu Chuanzhi made a gentle expression and wanted to touch his daughter's head.

However, the latter immediately hid in the arms of Widow Yu.

Liu Chuanzhi's outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air in embarrassment, and his face looked a little ugly.

However, in front of Widow Yu, a beautiful woman who is rare in Daliushu Village and even in the entire Xiahe County.

How could Liu Chuanzhi lose face?

Scholars are generous, and besides, he will soon be a scholar, and he will not care about children.

"I just recited the poems that Brother Yue taught me to my mother." Although the 'smiling' guy in front of him didn't look like a good person, Anu was a little afraid from the bottom of his heart.

But after hearing his question, Anu still raised his head slightly and said proudly.

"Haha, little Anu, I'm talking about Fang Yue. What kind of poetry does he know? He must be lying to you." Liu Chuanzhi didn't take it seriously. The other party was just a martial arts scholar who was lucky enough to win the exam.

Who is Wu Xiucai, a vulgar martial artist? His thighs may not be as thick as his arms.

But in terms of writing and poetry, he was a genius whose poetry spread throughout Xiahe County. Liu Chuanzhi asked himself that he could easily overwhelm Fang Yue Shijie.

"Nonsense, you are talking nonsense. Brother Yue will not lie to me."

How could the little girl allow someone to say that? Fang Yue clenched her fists and glared at Liu Chuanzhi angrily.

"Huh, little girl, I really don't know how high the sky is. My young master's poems are the most famous in Xiahe County. That little old man Fang. Even if he has some strength, how can he compare with my young master's poems!"

Before Liu Chuanzhi could say anything, the book boy next to him quickly opened his eyes for his master.

However, when he called out Fang Yue's real name, the book boy looked around without any trace of his eyes. After confirming that there was no outsider, he breathed a careful sigh of relief.

"Listen carefully, my young master just wrote a poem a while ago. August and fifteenth are round, and thousands of families are reunited."

After finishing reading, the book boy continued: "How about my young master's poem? It's really excellent!"

However, although the scholar was studying with Liu Chuanzhi, he actually didn't have any ink in his stomach. After thinking about it for a long time, he could only come up with two excellent ones.

At this time, Liu Chuanzhi was also standing with his chin raised and his hands behind his back, looking like a lonely master.

I thought to myself, now it’s time to suppress this widow.

It's time for this little widow to look at him differently!
Anu was naturally unconvinced and only said that this poem was not as good as what Fang Yue taught him.

Liu Chuanzhi's book boy was naturally convinced, and after a few heated words, Anu recited half of the poems he had memorized just now.

"There is bright moonlight in front of the window. I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."

The immature child's voice, the timbre is soft and crisp.

And he obviously imitated Fang Yue's tone, with a cadence and a serious look that made people laugh.

However, Liu Chuanzhi originally had a smile on his face.

Within a moment, his face stiffened, and his eyes became shocked, then dull.

"Ah, how is this possible, how is this possible? This poem, who wrote this poem? How could it be written by Fang Hezi!"

"How could he write poetry?"

Liu Chuanzhi's expression kept changing, as if he had opened a dye vat.

Thoughts ran through my mind, but they soon turned into the word plagiarism.

Fang Yue had never been to school, so how could he write poems? Most of them were poems copied from nowhere.

It must be so, it must be so!
Although the book boy on the side also felt that the poems recited by Anu sounded more fluent and better, he had to protect his master loyally.

"Haha, how can this poem be compared with our young master's? Each sentence of our young master's poem has seven words, but the poem you memorized only has five words. There are eight words missing in total. There is a huge difference. ."

The bookboy shook his head and tried hard to imitate the way the scholars he had seen criticizing poems, and finally added a learned sentence.

However, he just finished speaking.Widow Yu couldn't help laughing. She covered her mouth and smiled softly. The clothes on her chest were rising and falling in the wind. Her graceful demeanor might even melt your heart of stone.

Apparently he was amused by comparing the quality of poems with the number of words.

However, at this moment, although Liu Chuanzhi felt that the poems were copied by Fang Yue, they must have been written by Gao Xian, a famous poet, and his poems naturally did not dare to be compared.

Thinking of this, I finally couldn't help it anymore and hit the book boy next to me hard on the head.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who asked you to speak? How many words are there? Who taught you to compare like this? You bastard, why don't you shut up!"

Liu Chuanzhi immediately beat up his book boy. How could his young master hit someone?

Then he left without looking back.

"Master, wait for me, wait for me."

When the book boy saw this, although his head hurt, he still hurriedly caught up.

A small episode passed, and soon there was no one left here.

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Another ten days passed.

The Fang family's new house is basically completed, and the yard has more than doubled in size.

There are two courtyards and eight rooms in total, with blue brick walls and gray tile roofs.

Although the scale is not as good as Liu Ju's house, the shape is because Fang Yue modeled it on a courtyard house, so it looks much more regular than Liu Ju's house.

Of course, Fang Yue also built a small martial arts training ground for himself in the backyard.

However, in fact, Fang Yue would usually go to Fang Hu's house to practice martial arts.

Fang Hu went to Fucheng, leaving his yard to Fang Yue to take care of.

On this day, a winter snow fell, and snowflakes fell and swirled.

After Fang Yue finished practicing martial arts, he waited for the sweat on his body to evaporate and put on dry clothes.

Suddenly I felt interested in fishing, so I took the fishing rod and went out.

Although winter is the dry season on the Xiahe River, if you walk a little further, further downstream, you will still find a body of water.

This was originally a large lake with a radius of one thousand meters, but now it is half smaller.

There was only a thin layer of ice on the river. Fang Yue took a look and saw that the water on the river was too shallow to catch fish.Just when I was feeling a little disappointed, I saw a wooden boat on the shore.

Immediately he grabbed the wooden boat and put it into the water.

Then we rowed to the center of the lake.

First, we made a nest, and after doing all the work, we took a sip of wine.

Swing the fishing rod and throw it into the water.

After a while, a fish took the bait.

Fang Yue didn't expect that he would be so lucky today and reap the rewards so quickly, so he immediately put away his fishing rod.

A long, shining silver fish fell into the boat.

Looking at the struggling whitebait, with snowflakes falling, Fang Yue suddenly became interested for some reason.

"Haha, this is really a lone boat with a coir raincoat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river."

The sound is neither small nor loud, but it has strong penetrating power.

It spread far.

(End of this chapter)