"Ahh

Chen Fei, who was working hard to help his father work in the field, sneezed inexplicably.

"Baby, did you catch the cold again because the quilt wasn't covered last night?" Chen Daomai stopped working and stretched out his hand to probe Chen Fei's head.

Some time ago, my son was infected with a serious illness and almost died, Chen Daomai was in a hurry, but there was no way, finally my son's illness was cured, if he contracted the wind cold again, I don't know if there was such good luck as last time.

"Okay, don't work, go and sit on the edge of the field, if you get tired again, it's not good, my baby is a good person, and I can't suffer from the wind and cold anymore."

Chen Fei is not as nervous as his father, he feels that he is in good health now, and rubbed his nose: "It's okay Dad, it's probably some kind of bastard who doesn't open his eyes and is talking to me, you can have rest, but I really don't suffer from cold, don't worry." ”

"Baby!" Dad laughed and scolded, and continued to work by himself.

As for the bastard who didn't open his eyes in Chen Fei's mouth.......

"How much? How old did you say he was? Li Shimin was a little suspicious of his ears, whether there was something wrong.

"Fifteen years old, and a teenager who has never read a book."

"Fifteen years old..."Gao Yang and Lin Chuan looked at each other in shock.

Gao Yang is twelve years old this year, and Linchuan is fourteen years old this year, which can be said to be not much different from Chen Fei's age, but people can already compose poems, and they are so good, look at yourself...

Gao Yang and Lin Chuan felt a little ashamed...

"Wait! Uncle Eldest Sun, you just said that he hasn't read yet? This... How can it be! Gao Yang lost his voice.

Gao Yang's voice gave everyone a wake-up call, just now he patronized his age, and almost ignored the words "a young man who has never read a book" said by the eldest grandson Wuji.

"It's... How can it be? How can you write such good verses without reading a book? Fang Xuanling questioned loudly.

Speaking from the heart, he can't make such poems, it's not that his literary skills are not deep enough, and writing poetry requires not only literary skills, but also inspiration.

Fang Xuanling is in a high position, so he naturally can't make poems like "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard work".

But it is undeniable that the literary skills of this poem are very deep, and it has reached the point of simplicity, to say that this person has never gone to school, Fang Xuanling does not believe it in his heart.

Li Shimin also nodded, expressing deep agreement.

If you can make such a poem without going to school, how can you be embarrassed by the big man who has read the scriptures and history in the present?

The eldest grandson Wuji had no choice but to take out a letter and hand it to Li Shimin.

"A few days ago, Zheng An, the county of Zhaoying County, invested in me for the bank, but not for himself, but for this person named Chen Fei. The letter said that this person had never gone to school, but he taught himself to compose poetry, and he also wrote a beautiful flying white poem, and he was a rare talent. At first, I didn't believe it, but after reading the poems he wrote, I felt that this person really had some talent, and these two poems were profound and thought-provoking, so I specially put them on the table to Your Majesty. ”

After reading the letter in his hand, Li Shimin put it down and frowned slightly.

"If this Chen Fei is really as Zheng An said, he is really a rare talent, but he is too young to be an official, and he has only made two lines of poetry, which is not enough to see how talented this person is. For the time being, we will leave it for inspection, and if there is a chance, we will go and meet this young man together, and if he is really talented and learned, I can issue a special order to let him enter the country for further study. ”

Entering the country for further study? A few people present were a little surprised, but they quickly reacted. With such talents, if it is true, it is indeed nothing to enter the country for further study.

Guozijian, if placed in modern times, is roughly equivalent to the British Royal Academy, which belongs to the state-run aristocratic school, and is not something that ordinary people can enter if they want to.

"Well... Regardless of whether this talent is true or not, this poem and this sentence are really good. I think it is better to post these two poems to the royal family, the official office, and even inform the people of the world that they need to save food, cherish time, and don't waste time, how about it? ”

The boss Li Shimin spoke, and the few people present naturally gave their hands very tacitly: "Your Majesty (Father) is wise." ”

Li Shimin laughed, and suddenly, he stared at the poem on the table and didn't say a word for a long time.

Linchuan saw that Li Shimin was suddenly stunned, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "Father... Father? Are you okay? ”

"It's okay! It's okay! Ha ha! This poem has done me a great favor! Hahaha! Linchuan, Gao Yang, you go back first, I have something important to talk with your eldest grandson and Uncle Fang. ”

Although Linchuan and Gao Yang didn't understand what their father meant, they still returned with their well-behaved luggage.

"Yes, Linchuan (Gaoyang) is retiring."

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It's a little strange these days!

Chen Fei always felt that the atmosphere in the village was a little wrong these days, but he couldn't say what was wrong, it seemed that everyone's eyes were a little weird when they looked at him.

What's the situation? Although I'm very handsome, but I don't make a base, what do you mean by a few big and three rough men staring at me from afar?

Chen Fei is cold! And the more I think about it, the more I feel that the chrysanthemum is cold.

When he went to deliver food to his father, the villagers Chen Fei met had such expressions, which made Chen Fei a little painful... No! It's a chrysanthemum that hurts...

Chen Fei wanted to find a villager to ask what was going on, but looking at their smiles, Chen Fei didn't have the courage to take that step for a long time.

"At noon on hoeing day, sweat drops into the soil. Who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is fortunate. ”

A few five or six-year-old kids ran past Chen Fei laughing and laughing, chasing each other and having fun.

Chen Fei didn't take it seriously and continued to move forward.

Hey? They just read the poem so familiarly, have I heard it somewhere?

Chen Fei scratched his ears, and his brain was in a state of short circuit for a while.

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and remembered, isn't this TM his own poem? Why are five or six-year-olds reading?

"It doesn't make sense, this poem should only be known to Master Zheng, Village Chief Yang and his grandson, even my father can't remember it, who passed this poem out?" Chen Fei was a little confused.

Lord Zheng? It's impossible, Lord Zheng has already gone back to the county seat.

Village Chief Yang? Impossible, he and Yang Qingzheng went to visit the teacher in the county, and they have been there for several days and have not returned.

Dad? You don't have to think about that.

Dad's brain circuit is only about grain farming, and the others are all blocked, Chen Fei read the poem twice in front of him, he didn't remember a few words, and he hoped that he could pass on the poem.

Who could that be? Chen Fei put a question mark in his heart.

"Oops! Isn't this the Chen family's baby? Come on, come on, come to my aunt's side, my aunt made an extra nest today, so let's eat it while it's hot. ”

Before Chen Fei could react, a middle-aged woman with five big and three thick stuffed a black nest into Chen Fei's arms.

Ha? What's going on? What the hell is going on today? Why is everyone a little abnormal? Chen Fei was about to go crazy.