"Okay, go cherry, I take good care of the poultry here, cherry, if you really see Prime Minister Right, aren't you afraid?"
Xiao Hong also knew that her speed was too slow. She knew everything about Zhuangzi, and hoped that she would do her best to set the food market for hundreds of households. It was not just a matter of money, but also Status, when the people of the Zhang family say this, it is a person with status.
Therefore, I agreed with Cherry's proposal, and worried that when the cherry gets there, it will be afraid of the people who arrive. That is a big official, very big.
"Afraid? What's so scary about his surname Yao? Are my little sons and little ladies great? My little sons and little ladies are a little younger, otherwise his surname Yao dare to speak in front of my little sons? He? Will you hatch a chick? Can you make fungus? Can you count until the drought? He is in a good position."
Compared to Xiao Hong, Cherry is more extroverted. She asked Xiao Hong a few words disdainfully. After asking, Xiao Hong shook her head. She shook her head more often. Xiao Hong also added: "He doesn't do it in winter. When we were planting cucumbers, there was a little boy standing behind us, there was nothing to be afraid of."
"Yes, don't be afraid of him, then I'll go first, you have to hurry up behind, and you can make more money for Zhuangzi."
After Cherry said this, she got into a car, and the carriage gradually disappeared from the sight of Xiaohong and the others amidst the hello of the handlebars.
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Zhangjiazhuang, it was already dusk, Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan went to see Father Zhang with the written things. Father Zhang was a little bit poor in managing the family, but he was a little bit knowledgeable about learning. The first ancestor was After joining the army, he gained glory. After these generations, he was favored by his family and took the official career path.
I read the words written by my son and daughter-in-law, commented, and explained what I taught yesterday to the two children. This day should be over. There is no need to say too much to encourage the two children. .
Whenever this time, Zhang Wang would listen to her together. She would listen if she could understand, watch if she didn’t understand, watch the serious look of the two children, watch the joy of her own man’s face. The look of expectation, knowing that my son and daughter-in-law have learned a lot of knowledge, and also happy.
"Father, I've been studying for the past few days. The child has never been outside to accompany his parents to have a good time. Why don't you go out and have a look today."
Zhang Xiaobao worried about his father's poems when he was taking the exam for Xiucai, learned the things that day, and proposed to go out and play.
Normally Father Zhang is not willing to waste this time, but these days, people watched his son and daughter-in-law, which made the two children a lot less fun. He also felt a little guilty. He hesitated and saw his wife over there constantly. Winked, had to agree.
The four of them brought some snacks and drinks. They didn’t greet anyone, so they came to the pond where ducks and geese had been kept. In the water, there were ducks and geese who had returned home late, playing in the water. We raised them, but the goose-feeding children didn’t know where they went.
The four people spread out the blanket they brought, and sat around, with snacks and wine in the middle. Zhang Wang was naturally responsible for pouring wine for Zhang’s father. Only two of them had a drink here, and Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan took them alone. A piece of beef tendon grinds his teeth there.
"Husband, the scenery here is really beautiful. It's still dry elsewhere, but here is not worried at all. Husband, you can write a poem so that your concubine can listen to it." Zhang Wangshi changed his former toughness at this time. , Said gently to Father Zhang.
"Well, okay, then make a song, drink first, and brew for the husband." Father Zhang didn't expect his wife to make him compose a poem at this time, but he was not prepared at all, so he had to drink first and think hard at the same time. What sentence should be used.
"Xiaobao, you see that those flowers are withered now, can you still dye the leaves red?" Wang Juan began to perform with Zhang Xiaobao at this time.
The two of them had planned for a long time and helped Zhang's father prepare poems in each season. Even if they said a few key things for Zhang's father to write down, they would write them out during the exam.
Zhang Xiaobao didn’t know much about poems. He looked at Wang Juan’s lips and slowly said: “Why do you want to dye red? This evening, even if there is more melancholy in his heart, thinking about the one who has already left the branch. The flower, even if you are urging the horse to go to the end of the world, you must know that the bonus has fallen, and it is not so decisive. At least it will help new peanuts come out in the coming year."
"Oh, that is to say, Luo Hong is not ruthless, waiting for it to turn into mud, can still protect the flowers to bloom?" Wang Juan continued here.
In fact, the two of them wanted to say that the sorrow of the mighty sorrow was slanted by the sun, and the whip pointed to the end of the world. Fallen flowers are not heartless things, into Chunni more quadrangle.
But Father Zhang didn’t know this. He was drinking wine while watching the two children sitting there. He suddenly heard the words of the two children. With an idea, he said to Zhang Wangshi: "Qiaoer, for my husband, Tell me, um, let’s leave in the sunset, why worry to urge the horse to look at the end of the world. How can Luohong be ruthless? But doing spring mud and protecting flowers."
"The husband is really amazing. The poem came out before he drank a bottle of wine. The husband drinks slowly, and waits for the concubine to peel off a shrimp for him."
Zhang Wang was happy when he heard it. His husband was the most capable. While persuading the wine, he helped to peel a boiled prawn to his man's mouth.
Father Zhang flushed slightly, but it was difficult to explain. He could only drink up the Chinese wine in one sip and chew the shrimp meat. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were grind their teeth there while biting a piece of beef jerky.
Zhang Wang looked at his man who had drunk and ate shrimp, and said next to him: "The husband's ability is really extraordinary. You see, the lotus in the pond is blooming, so it's better to write another poem to his concubine. So the concubine is good to teach and Baolang."
"This... Okay, I'll write a song with my wife for my husband, and drink first." Father Zhang was a little scared. This kind of impromptu poeming is not that simple, and he was ready to drink to delay time.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan quickly took out the beef jerky from their mouths and looked at each other. Wang Juan said first: "Xiaobao, this season is really good. It's already June. In mid-June, I only heard that the lotus will open. You can listen to it. Seeing, it is different, why do you say?"
"Well, I think it's because it's June after all, and its scenery is different from other times, such as spring, summer, autumn and winter. Look, this lotus leaf is so big, adding so many together, I think the water and sky are the same. , It's so green. The setting sun shines, I think it's redder than the lotus flower than usual, what do you think?"
Zhang Xiaobao still knew this poem, and directly hinted it there.
Father Zhang still has some knowledge, but he has less inspiration. Just now he was thinking about how to make a poem to satisfy his daughter-in-law. After drinking two bowls of wine, he heard the words of his son and daughter-in-law. here we go again.
"Madam, let’s listen to your husband, that... After all, the pond in June is not the same as the four seasons. The lotus leaf is He Qiongbi, the Yaoyang lotus is different red, not good, the last sentence should be Yaori lotus, different Red."
"My husband is really different from those people. I wrote two poems at this moment. It's a pity that the sunset is about to fall. It's really regrettable. Husband, let the concubine get some carrots and put it in sauce for the husband to eat."
Zhang Wang once again praised him, and at the same time put a little hot sauce on the very small radish, and fed it to Father Zhang's mouth. The ardent demeanor showed that she still wanted Father Zhang to chant a poem.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan saw their mother's expressions with their leftover light, and then looked at each other and exchanged words with each other.
"I remember Du Fu wrote a song called Xia Yetan. Why don't you take it out? It's not easy to guide." Wang Juan said first.
"How long is it?" Zhang Xiaobao also asked with lips.
"Twenty-four sentences, it contains a little bit more." Wang Juan replied.
"Forget it, I don't have the ability to guide, simpler." After hearing so many sentences, Zhang Xiaobao immediately rejected it.
"What do you mean? Yes, Xiao Lizi's." After all, Wang Juan is a genius boy, and he has learned better than Zhang Xiaobao's system.
"What? The eunuch?" Zhang Xiaobao thought hard. Which eunuch is powerful. There is one with the surname Sima, one with the surname Zheng, and the one with the surname Tong seems to be good.
"What eunuch, don't belittle the eunuch, Li Shangyin, do you have any impression?" Wang Juan reminded.
"Oh, it turned out to be... What does he do?" Zhang Xiaobao asked with a slanted eye.
"The Canghai Moon Pearl has tears."
"Oh, I have an impression of this, this feeling can be regarded as a recollection, is this not suitable for my father to tell my mother? My mother is easy to misunderstand, very easy." Zhang Xiaobao still knows such a familiar sentence.
"What's the mess? He has only recollected all his life? What's more, the sunset is infinitely good." Wang Juan glanced at Zhang Xiaobao with her big, cute eyes.
"Oh, you said it earlier, he wrote this too? Yes, it's a husband, cuckoo, uh..."
Wang Juan shuddered when he heard Zhang Xiaobao's name, his eyes calmed down after watching the water surface.
"Well, when I came to the pond, I watched the calm water reflecting the sunset. Why is it a little uncomfortable? This sunset is very good, but unfortunately, seeing the dusk, we are going back again." Zhang Xiaobao continued. .
Wang Juan finally watched the water calm down, and when she heard Zhang Xiaobao also say that she was calm, her mood fluctuated again.
Father Zhang didn't know the mentality of his daughter-in-law. Hearing what his son said, he had a verse again in a blink of an eye. This time it was closer to the original text.
"Wife and child are in the pond, and they feel unwell at night. The sunset is infinitely good, but I just want the evening. Qiao'er, how?"
"Okay, what the husband said is good." Zhang Wang's is not a fool. Why are the poems spoken by his own man related to what his son and daughter-in-law said over there? It is even more suspicious to look at the two little guys looking at the pond as if nothing happened.