Chapter 8: Writing Poetry (II)
From Zheng An's reaction, it can be understood that in this era, this poem has not yet appeared.
Kindness... It's mine if it doesn't show up! Chen Fei didn't think about it.
"Poetry? What are you talking about? What is a poem? Chen Daomai looked at Chen Fei and Zheng An inexplicably, not understanding what they were talking about.
What kind of virtue Chen Fei is, it can be said that no one knows better than Chen Daomai.
Chen Fei has been spoiled since he was a child, he was very skinny when he was a child, and his temperament was a little more restrained when he grew up, but he was still too jumpy.
If you want to say that Chen Fei suddenly became honest, Chen Daomai can still believe it, maybe not only believe, but also feel very relieved.
But you want to say that Chen Fei can write poetry...... Chen Daomai's brain was a little dizzy, in a stuck state, and he couldn't turn around.
Zheng An was also very shocked, you know, he has read books, he has won fame through the imperial examination, and he was born in a serious class, he can't make such good poems, Chen Fei is a child of a peasant family! How could he not be shocked?
He looked Chen Fei up and down again, his clothes were old, but he was not sloppy, and with his handsome appearance, he could indeed be regarded as a talent, and he had a bit of a scholarly temperament standing in front of Zheng An.
However, Yongle Village is such a big place, how can he not know whose children have gone to school and read books?
In these years, there are not many schools, and there are two ways to go to school, either walk a few miles to Chang'an City every day to go to school, or change the direction to go to school in Zhaoying County, and several nearby villages have not yet run schools.
It is worth noting here that the village where Chen Fei is located is called Yongle Village, which belongs to Zhaoying County and is under the jurisdiction of Wannian County, which is the eastern district of Chang'an City.
Yongle Village is sandwiched between Chang'an City and Zhaoying County, about the same distance from both sides, and can be regarded as a wealthy village.
Zheng An thought about it, it seems that only the eldest grandson of Old Man Yang's family has gone to school in Yongle Village, and the eldest son of another family surnamed Wang in the village, Chen Fei, has indeed never gone to school.
The officials of this era are very simple, they have understood whose children have gone to school, and they will send them a little relief in a timely manner when the year is bad.
Going to school is equivalent to having one more rice worm in the family, and without the help of the government, it is very likely that you will not even be able to get by.
"If you go back to adulthood, I really didn't go to school." Chen Fei arched his hand, but secretly smiled in his heart: Go to school? In my previous life, I still graduated from undergraduate, so why do I recite two lines of poetry casually? It's so pediatric!
"Did you really write these two poems yourself?" Zheng An asked a little reluctantly, feeling that he had read a book all his life, and he was still a little doll, which was a little frustrated.
"It's really my own, like a fake." Chen Fei blinked his eyes and sold a handful of cuteness by the way.
"Shhh What if it's fake? This word is used well, the little doll has a chapter, but it has a little talent. Kindness... Let me ask you, since it is a poem, there must be upper and lower sentences, and it can't be just a short sentence in the middle, what is the name of the poem you just wrote? Can I see the full poem? ”
Full poems? This really stumped Chen Fei.
An inch of time is an inch of gold, and it is difficult to buy an inch of time.
This would have been read by a three-year-old child in a previous life, but when it comes to saying the complete upper and lower sentences, not many people know it. And he remembered that this sentence was not strictly speaking a poem, but an aphorism, so...
"I'm sorry, Lord Zheng." Chen Fei arched his hand. "It's not a poem, it's just an aphorism that I figured out, so there's only one sentence, no upper and lower sentences."
"No sentences?" Zheng An was a little regretful when he heard this, smacked his mouth, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "In this case, I will test you in the test, and I will compose a poem, can I?" ”
Depend on! Do you write a poem for me? You are 300 Tang poems? Chen Fei shouted helplessly in his heart.
Although Chen Fei had a little literary skill in his previous life, he patronized intrigue later, so that little bit of dispensable literary skill was almost forgotten by him.
If he still remembers a few simple poems, the problem is that Zheng An tested him with a question, what if he didn't know what to do?
But... Chen Fei in this life has never gone to school, so it seems that it is not surprising that he can't answer, so Chen Fei hesitated for a moment but nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll try."
"Huh? Don't make trouble! Chen Daomai couldn't stand it anymore, and slapped Chen Fei on the back of the head: "Tell Master Zheng honestly, where did you hear the sentence you just said about what time and money?" Don't lie! ”
"Daddy! I really came up with it myself! Chen Fei covered the back of his head a little aggrieved.
Daddy's strength is very strong, and the back of his head hurts fiercely from this slap.
Zheng An hurriedly stopped Chen Daomai and persuaded: "Brother Chen, don't be in a hurry to smoke the child, don't you know if your baby has this level when I take the test?" ”
Chen Daomai knew that Chen Fei had a few catties and a few taels, and he was afraid that Chen Fei would deliberately hide Zheng An's face, if Chen Fei couldn't answer Zheng An's question, it would be a shame and a big shame, and if he didn't do it well, he would leave a bad impression in front of Zheng An, so Chen Daomai was very anxious and kept glancing at Chen Fei.
But Chen Fei was slapped by his father, he was a little angry in his heart, and his stubborn temper also came up, and he raised his head and said loudly: "My lord, you can solve the question!" ”
"Hey! You bunny, I think you're itchy! Chen Daomai jumped angrily.
Zheng An looked at Chen Daomai, then at Chen Fei, and said with a smile: "Your Chen family has been a farmer for three generations, and you are also a child of a farmer's family, so why don't you write a poem about a farmer's family." It can be said that farm work, or it can be said that farmers, if they do a good job, their officials will be rewarded. ”
Farming... Farmer? Poems about peasants? Chen Fei looked at his father, and then at himself, he couldn't cry or laugh a little, thinking that your topic is too casual, right? I thought it would be so hard.
Are there any poems about peasants? Yes! And no less! Chen Fei remembered several articles.
Well, let me think about which one is more appropriate......
Chen Fei was thinking about which poem to choose to pretend to be, but in the eyes of Zheng An and Chen Daomai, it was different.
They saw that Chen Fei's brows were tightly knit, and they thought that Chen Fei couldn't think of it.
Zheng An smiled lightly: How can a baby who has never studied be able to write poetry? It's not scientific!
On the contrary, Chen Daomai was very angry, and when he saw a smile on the corner of Zheng An's mouth, the anger in his heart became even greater.
Let you not agree to agree, now it's okay, even your dad will make a fool of yourself, how many pounds and taels do you have, your dad doesn't know? What poetry do you have to compose? Just ask you if you know the words?
The more Chen Daomai thought about it, the more angry he became, and he raised his hand and slapped Chen Fei again...
At the same time, Chen Fei smiled easily, he had already figured out which poem to use, looked up, and saw that his father's slap was coming at him, so frightened that he read the poem out loud: "At noon on the hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." Who knows that Chinese food is hard work! ”
Slap, at an incredible stop one centimeter away from Chen Fei, there was silence between heaven and earth!