Zheng Lang couldn't listen to it either, and said, "Everyone, we are men, what is there to worry about with a young lady?" ”

Several teenagers all kept their mouths shut.

It was not Lou Yan who bullied himself, but Gao Yanei. But people are in their twenties, and they also have a group of fox friends and dog friends, who are older than themselves, do you want to ask your brother for help, are you willing? Your own father is not allowed to peel off his own skin!

Cen Dalang said indignantly: "Either way, doesn't he like to go to Mingzhu Tower, we will lie on the roof of a house at the entrance of a certain alley on his way back, and when he comes back, there will be a thousand stones." ”

The two little Loli had already scared away.

Wu Saburo's mind was more "delicate", and said: "No, we climb other people's roofs, do people let us climb?" ”

"Either a backline!" Niu Erlang said with a fierce light in his eyes.

This is a kind of legend, saying that in a few remote areas, some gangsters in order to make money and kill their lives, holding a rope in their hands, seeing the object coming, passing by him, suddenly stretched out the rope, strangled the other party's neck, put it on their back, dragged more than a dozen steps, this person is obstructed, and will be killed immediately.

It's just a rumor, but no accurate case has been heard. Besides, that's the work of an adult, with these teenagers, can you carry the adult in Gao Ya on his back? I was so angry that I was addicted.

After babbling for a while, several people left.

Zheng Lang learned with peace of mind, and he had another task.

Whether it's for Yaxing or for carving silk, you must learn to paint. In fact, once he decided, these only became the reasons for him to study. If you like collecting, how can you not love calligraphy and painting? In order to identify real calligraphy and painting, he treasured a lot of materials on his hard drive, including pictures of authentic paintings and techniques of people of all generations. For example, the use of brushes for painting, ink movement, breaking, outlining, layout, and dyeing. But in my previous life, it was just a hobby, and I didn't use a chance to practice.

Everyone's authentic handwritings, how can he collect them?

But in the face of these things in my heart, I like it very much, unlike the previous life, the economy in the hands of the previous life was very pitiful, and I had to fight for survival every day. There's no need for that in this life.

With the improvement of the income of the cloth and silk shop, the family is enough to maintain a well-off life.

"It's better to be a landlord." I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

While practicing calligraphy and painting, he did not forget to study. Collecting also needs to understand history, and if you don't understand it, you can't distinguish between real and fake. He was really poor financially and couldn't afford to buy most of the physical books, so he downloaded the "Ciyuan", not all the ancient characters were collected, and most of the ancient characters and annotations were collected in this book.

Cui Youjie's efforts were unsuccessful, so he could not enter Juyang Academy for further study, but this "Ciyuan" became a good teacher for him. If you don't understand something, you can understand the meaning of ninety percent from your mind. Learning is actually a very boring process, but it is not a problem for a very homely and slow surname like him.

A year flies in the blink of an eye.

During the year, he hardly went out, but was forcibly dragged out by a few "good brothers" during the Dragon Boat Festival. They are still owed a meal. As a result, several teenagers actually ate more wine during the banquet, and they ate too much wine, and they were surnamed Suan, and when they watched the boat, they had conflicts with people.

Then the group got into a fight.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, Zheng Lang is considered young in the middle, but he is the most famous, and he dares to pull a knife. Before a group of people could fight, they were the first to rush towards Zheng Lang. Zheng Lang saw that the form was not good, we have an adult's mind, but there is only a stinky body that has not dried, and the hero does not suffer the immediate loss, so he runs away. That's it, I was beaten a few times, and I ran to my home and was in pain for a few days.

Just once, it took his fame to another level.

The mother came to persuade him, and the uncle came to persuade him, and made repeated promises that we would never go out again this year. But because of this incident, there is another opportunity to go wrong.

Originally, because of Cui Youjie's request, Yan Shu still cared a little about it. A few couplets in Zhengzhou, he was in Yingtianfu, and finally heard about it. There are two possibilities in his heart, one may be his uncle's hard work for his nephew. It is a move, and eventually there is some knowledge, if you think hard for a few months and come up with these absolutes, it is possible. In that case, there is no need for allocation. But another possibility, what if this son is really a rare genius?

It's not nothing, such as himself, and for example, Chen Pengnian, a minister who has not been dead for a long time, wrote the 10,000-word "Treatise on the Emperor" at the age of thirteen. If such a talent is the case, what does it matter if he is given a chance?

If you don't make up your mind, you are not afraid of being a talent, but you are afraid that you are not a talent. He had a slight reputation in the Song Dynasty, no matter who he met, even if he was a pawn of a peddler, he would spread the word to the world. If you continue to be the original knife man, your reputation in this life will be tarnished.

Soon after, I heard about the Dragon Boat Festival group fight. When it reaches Yingtianfu, what will it become? 108,000 miles away from the truth.

After Yan Shu heard this, he let out a long sigh, Cui Youjie is kind, but this son can't be taught!

Zheng Lang occasionally went to the head of the village, but he was met with a lot of blank eyes. The mentality is also very good, I will not be a phoenix in the future, but also a white swan, why care? In the end, it didn't mean much, even a swan, and he didn't want to go to the door by himself and be whipped by people's eyes.

After turning around once, he actually locked himself in his home.

You say you are a white swan, you have to have white feathers, strong wings, and before they grow, you can only be an ugly duckling.

Spring came again, and during the Spring Festival, the seven good brothers went crazy and didn't come to bother him. When it was almost the Qingming Festival, I once again thought of the little brother I had forgotten and came to visit.

Seeing a few people coming, several mothers wanted to rush out with brooms.

However, the skin thickness is of good quality, so I didn't see it, and rushed straight to Zheng Lang's study.

"Brother Lang, we've come to see you."

"Tsk, do you really want to learn from Zhou?"

I came here three or four times last year, and every time I saw Zheng Lang reading, writing, or painting.

"Si'er, let's make tea."

Si'er was dissatisfied with the boiling of tea, and used small firewood to pound it in the small firewood stove to make a "popping" sound.

"Si'er, your temper is getting bigger, it's not good," Zeng Shiro said unhappily.

"Brother Lang, you have to discipline you."

Si'er listened to his brother's nonsense, with a gloomy face, and didn't speak.

"She's just a kid's house, don't worry about it." Wu Saburo said.

"Yes, let's spare her this time, Brother Lang, this year, Xinzhizhou will hold a poetry club on the bank of the Caishui River during the Cold Food Festival."

"Oh." Zheng Lang responded curiously. This poetry society refers not only to the society that composes poetry, but also to the primary society that composes poetry.

"Brother Lang, let's go together."

"Niangniang watch it closely, let's go."

A few people glanced at each other, Xinzhizhou hosted the poetry club, and the response was like a cloud, and I heard that many young ladies from good families in the city, as well as the heads of the Qinglou, would go in person. A few of them also want to join in the fun. But no matter who they are, they don't have much in their stomachs, and going there may make the dissatisfied people have some problems and be embarrassed.

Zheng Dalang has been studying hard at home behind closed doors for a year and a half, and a few people don't know how far he has read. But when I saw his writing, the paintings he made, were very beautiful. It should be good, pull him up, a few people have courage in their hearts.

Wu Saburo persuaded again: "This is the Poetry Society, there will be many young people who will enter the Poetry Society, chant poems and give gifts, and you will also have long knowledge." A few twissies won't object. ”

Zheng Lang thought about it for a while, his heart was a little moved, his mind was full of later famous poems and nouns, but those who could exist on the hard drive and leave a lasting impression were all young women with yellow silk and grandsons (wonderful words), I don't know what poems ordinary readers will make and what fu they will write. It was also a good opportunity to learn and compare. Besides, Cai Shui is not very far from his home. So he said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

ps: Cai Shui is Cai He, the chasm between Chu and Han in the past. Get your first little ** right away.

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