The words of the eldest grandson Wuji are very representative and represent the character of the literati.

The literati are suspicious, the literati are contemptuous, and in the world of the literati, the most outstanding person is always himself.

But tonight the eldest grandson Wuji's suspicion is right, there is no doubt that he is blind to the dog's eyes, and as soon as the eldest grandson Wuji finished speaking, Fang Qiao, Chu Suiliang and others nodded again and again.

Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, mouse sons can make holes, the words are not rough, from the perspective of genetics, it is natural for old bastards to give birth to little bastards, what kind of character is Cheng Chumo, who in Chang'an City doesn't know? The people of fish and meat are not, but they are also known as the hegemons of Chang'an, leading a group of children of the Hou family of the Principality of the country to eat, drink, have fun and hunt all day long, as for reading, naturally also read, Cheng Chumo's deeds of reading are more outstanding than his appearance, and he has run five gentlemen in three years, and until now he has only basically reached the Cheng dù who can read and write.

Now this little bastard has changed from a rough man to a poet, and has made a good poem that can be called peerless, and all of you here are a bunch of old foxes who fight with people all day long, who would believe that the old man can give birth to such a son?

The eldest grandson spoke, Cheng Chu couldn't help but answer, and when he heard the words, his chest straightened, and he looked confident: "Of course I did it." ”

The straightforward attitude is very correct, if you spend money, the things are naturally his, and Cheng Chumo is not guilty.

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, stroked his black beard slowly, and exchanged a knowing look with Fang Qiao, Chu Suiliang and others.

"The old man likes this poem very much, since the virtuous nephew said that this poem was written by you, the old man has a puzzle about this poem, and I hope that the virtuous nephew will solve his doubts......" The eldest grandson Wuji's smile was a little yin.

Cheng Chumo finally felt weak, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The poem, of course, is his, and it cost money, but ...... Do you have to know your own things?

When Cheng Chumo was embarrassed, Cheng Yanjin laughed excitedly and said: "My son is both civil and military, if you don't understand anything, just ask for advice, scare you old bastards to death...... Old elders. ”

The eldest grandson Wuji didn't bother to care about Cheng Biting Jin's mouth, and said with a smile: "Okay, old man, let me ask you, 'But make the Dragon City Flying General', who is the 'Flying General' referring to?" ”

Cheng Chu meditated and cried......

He only now realized that the deal was not going well, and he knew that this was the case, and he should have let the kid explain it word for word before letting him go.

"Flying general, flying general...... Cheng Chumo was forced to turn red, hesitated for a while, glanced at the corner of his eye, and pointed at Cheng Yanjin and said: "The flying general is naturally my father!" ”

The eldest grandson Wuji smiled: "Oh? Your father has fought on the battlefield for the country for many years, and his military exploits are brilliant, and the world knows it, but the old man and your father have known each other for decades, how did you never know that your father had the reputation of 'flying general'? ”

was forced to do this by the old guy of the eldest grandson Wuji, Cheng Chumo simply let go of the nonsense: "One day my father drank too much, climbed on the roof of the house alone and went crazy with wine, jumped off the roof for a while, and plunged into the pond in the backyard, and since then my father has the nickname of 'General Fei'......"

"Poof-" Everyone in the hall sprayed.

The eldest grandson Wuji laughed and twitched, and said breathlessly: "It turned out to be such a nickname, General Li Guang of the Han Dynasty knew about it, and he should be glad that there is a successor to the name of 'General Fei', fortunately." ”

The source of the poem, the people who appreciate the poems all understand, but the people who write the poems don't understand, it's a very embarrassing scene.

Cheng Biting Jin was so angry that his old face turned green, and after hesitating between beating his son and beating the guest, he finally decided to beat the guest first, he was too angry to bear it.

"Eldest grandson, old horseman, you come out, I will fight you to the death!"

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Because of a poem by Li Su, several famous ministers and generals of the state became a pot of porridge, and Li Suhun did not know it, and lived his peaceful life leisurely in Taiping Village.

With twenty acres of land, the Li family can be regarded as a small landlord in the village, of course, it is far from the Dongyang princess in the same village.

Small landlords are also landlords, and theoretically speaking, Li Su and Her Royal Highness the princess are already the same class, the exploiting class.

Li Su still insists on going to the village to learn every day, his father is watching closely, and if he dares not to go, he will sacrifice the magic weapon to smoke, Guo Fuzi doesn't dare to teach him in the classroom, after all, he is just a poor teacher, what can he teach this great poet who can make "flowers can be folded straight and must be folded"?

However, Li Su's shortcomings were still pinched by Guo Su, Li Su's writing was too stinky, Guo Su really couldn't bear it, so every day in the school, when other students shook their heads and said Shiyun, Li Su always had special preferential treatment, Guo Su made a small sand table for him and put it on the table, and very generously contributed to his collection of many copybook rubbings, so that Li Su practiced calligraphy.

Li Su is not against practicing calligraphy, in fact, he is also a person who pursues perfection in everything, and he can't bear his stinky words more than Guo Yu, and practicing calligraphy has long been on the agenda.

Since the creation of characters in Cangjie, Chinese characters have been more distant than culture, and after the introduction of brushes, the fonts of Chinese characters have become more and more changeable. During the Zhenguan period, the most popular font was Feibaiti, whether it was the court or the people, they were mainly Feibai.

Feibai as early as the Han Dynasty, and later the book sage Wang Xizhi and his son Wang Xianzhi especially fine Feibai, and now the Tang Emperor Li Shimin, is Wang Xizhi's super brainless fan, love to imitate the handwriting of the sage, the upper is good, the next will be effective, so the Feibai font quickly became fashionable in the Zhenguan years.

Frankly speaking, Li Su doesn't like the font Feibai very much, its momentum is too round, the pen is too weak, and it is easy to draw an article into a ghost drawing if his skills are slightly insufficient, which is ugly.

So Li Su thought left and right, and after thinking twice, he finally made a very correct decision - work hard to learn to fly white.

For a person whose writing stinks like it, is he qualified to pick and choose?

Besides, going with the flow is Li Su's life creed, is it necessary to be unconventional and against everyone in such a trivial matter?

Every day, he practiced the words in the school for two hours, and when he returned home in the afternoon, Li Su occasionally carried farm tools to his own field to help his father do some work, and occasionally called the brothers of Wang Zhu Wang to go to the river beach to bask in the sun.

The days are really leisurely, on the basis of not worrying about food and clothing, it is a great blessing for Li Su to be able to live so lazy and leisurely every day, he cherishes his current life more and more, and the ambition of making contributions to his mind when he first came to this era has long been consumed by the happy lazy life now.

The curling smoke swayed up in the afterglow of dusk, and the golden remnant sun spread on the surface of the river, Li Su looked at the vast land of his house in the distance in a daze.

"It's time to buy two cows...... Li Su muttered to himself.

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