Su xiaonuan came quickly, that is, in a few minutes, he appeared in the courtyard under the leadership of Lin Wanru.

    Seeing Lin Wanqing in the courtyard, Su xiaonuan was obviously very happy.

    After calling the second lady respectfully, he had no interest in the ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum piled on the ground.

    Even the giant tiger, which is at least six or seven meters long and weighs a ton less, didn''t make su xiaonuan look at it more.

    He went straight into the shower, and then he danced excitedly because he saw hundreds of kilograms of waste copper.

    Jiang Fan couldn''t help covering his face and felt that his values... Were collapsing in an irreversible direction.

    Looking at Su xiaonuan leaving with hundreds of kilograms of copper, Lin Wanqing showed a stunned expression again.

    Turned to look at Jiang Fan again and asked curiously, "brother Jiang Fan... Did you bring those copper?"

    "Yes, but it''s not enough. It will take some time to really solve your food crisis."

    Jiang Fan smiled and nodded.

    Lin Wanqing didn''t continue to ask, but suddenly turned around Jiang Fan with his hands on his back.

    While turning around, he carefully looked up and down Jiang Fan. Jiang Fan was very angry when he looked straight at him.

    "Brother Jiang Fan, you should be a scholar. You don''t even understand mountain goods. You were scared by a big bug just now. But you know some inexplicable things. Only a scholar can be so strange."

    After several rounds around Jiang Fan, Lin Wanqing suddenly asked.

    "Er... With your understanding, I can really be regarded as a scholar."

    Jiang Fan touched the tip of his nose and said not very sure.

    However, when I think that I have graduated from college and have lived for so many years without learning anything, I just learn to read. Then I am a scholar and there is no problem!

    "Scholar... Brother Jiang Fan, you must be able to write poetry? Will you help me make one?"

    Lin Wanqing asked with big eyes.

    "Wan Qing, don''t be rude. Poetry is a literary way. Can you do it if you say so?"

    Lin just frowned and scolded.

    "Sister, I just want to go to Fujiang park. Tomorrow is the reunion festival. Fujiang park only opens one day a year. I won''t let you in without a good poem."

    Lin Wanqing hugged Lin Wanru''s arm and said coquettishly.

    Lin Wanru''s face showed a helpless look. It was obvious that he had no way to love his sister.

    After a little hesitation, he simply explained with Jiang Fan.

    It turns out that this Fujiang garden is the largest garden in Heyang city. It is said that the construction of the garden is extremely luxurious. It is the most famous building in Heyang city.

    In the Zhou Dynasty, there has always been a saying that the wealth of the north lies in Heyang, and the wealth of Heyang is half into Fujiang.

    It''s just a garden, but it can represent half of the wealth of the male City Heyang. Even if this statement is too exaggerated, the luxury of Fujiang garden can also be seen.

    Of course, the person who can build such a garden in Heyang city is of great status.

    Today, the prince of Zhou, King Zhou Xian''s uncle, King Wu Zhou Di, is the owner of this garden.

    In a word, Fujiang garden is really a real royal garden. Naturally, only the people from King Wu''s residence in Heyang can enter and leave Fujiang garden freely on weekdays.

    However, Zhou Di, king of Wu, also liked to enjoy with the people, so he stipulated that the Fujiang garden would open all night on the reunion day on August 15 every year.

    Anyone who is interested can enter it for fun, on the premise that... He can make a poem or CI above the standard.

    As for the theme of the poem, of course, it has to do with the most famous moon in the reunion festival.

    After listening to Lin Wanru''s explanation, Jiang Fan''s expression is somewhat strange.

    Isn''t this laoshizi reunion festival the Mid Autumn Festival in your own world?

    As for the poems related to the Mid Autumn Festival, I certainly won''t do it, but I can''t help a group of poets in my world. They will do it!

    "Wan Qing''s mind is uncertain. Some people like to have fun. Brother Jiang fan doesn''t have to take it to heart."

    Seeing Jiang Fan''s strange expression, Lin just thought it was his sister''s request that made Jiang Fan a little embarrassed, so he quickly opened his mouth and said.

    "Er... Ask a question, do you know Li Bai and Du Fu?"

    Jiang Fan suddenly asks the thief.

    "What?"

    Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru were stunned at the same time.

    "Don''t know? Do you know Su Shi and Wang Anshi?"

    Jiang Fan continued.

    Now it''s Lin Wanqing''s turn and Lin Wanqing''s face is strange, because the sisters don''t know what the hell Jiang fan is doing.

    "Don''t know? That''s easy!"

    Jiang fan made an effort to snap his fingers, and then he waved his hand boldly and said, "isn''t it poetry! Take paper and pen!"

    Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan would agree so happily. Without hesitation, Lin Wanqing threw away his doubts.

    He ran into the wing room happily. After a while, he moved out a table from the wing room, and then quickly spread pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

    The four treasures of study are very old but very clean.

    Lin Wanqing pulled his arm and stood at the table. Jiang Fan looked at the neatly arranged snow-white rice paper. Of course... He was silly.

    Because he forgot that in this era, there is naturally no ball point pen or signature pen. The only writing tool to leave handwriting is the brush.

    The problem is, he can''t write at all!

    Don''t mention writing, even if it''s just the technique of taking a brush, although I learned it when I was a child, I can forget it now.

    Hesitated for a while. In Lin Wanqing''s unusually expectant eyes, Jiang Fan bit his teeth and still hardened his scalp to pick up the brush.

    He grasped the pen in his own way and began to write on rice paper.

    Standing aside, Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru soon fell into a petrified state with Jiang Fan writing.

    Because Jiang Fan''s words... Are really wonderful!

    Not even ugly!

    At least if you want to evaluate the ugliness of a word, you have to write it clearly, right? Ugly is nothing more than the overall structure of the word is not beautiful enough, and the stroke is not concise enough.

    But you are as crooked as a tadpole. What''s the matter?

    Several widths of different thicknesses can appear in a stroke. No child who has only attended a private school would write like this, wouldn''t he?

    Obviously felt the change in the eyes of the two beautiful girls. Jiang Fan blushed and simply accelerated his writing speed. Anyway, the words can''t be worse than now. Write faster. Maybe he can get a taste of wild grass?

    With this idea of breaking cans, lines of poetry are quickly presented on rice paper.

    "There is a pot of wine in the flower room. Drink alone without blind date. Raise a glass to invite the moon and the shadow... Into three?!"

    Lin seemed to carefully identify the lines of ugly words on the rice paper, and his mouth was subconsciously murmuring.

    When the first four sentences of the poem were finished, Lin seemed to be struck by lightning!

    Suddenly he looked up and looked at Jiang Fan again. There was already some unspeakable passion in his eyes!

    The power of poetic immortals, in this other world, blooms in an instant!

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