Seymour Tamahe invited Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan to his "main hall" for tea. He was going to take out the black tea he had treasured. Of course, he didn't forget to bring Duoduo with him. He had already recognized Duoduo's status. Although he felt very uncomfortable, he could not change it even if he wanted to.

Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan knew that the purpose of Seymotamohe was for medicine. This medicine was indeed epoch-making, simple to make and widely used. It saved countless people and killed countless people. Who can tell the full love and hate?

But the two of them would not drink the black tea treasured by Seymour Tamahe, but instead took the green tea to them. What if the other party’s black tea was not preserved well and it was broken?

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Xu Yilong and the nine little guys did not participate. They stayed by the lake, looking at the mountains, the water, and the cliffs hanging upside down.

"Will you wait for the sunset?" Xu Yilong asked Xiaoyuan with a trembling body. He was excited. He followed him all the way and was suppressed. When he never showed his ability, he always watched the nine little guys perform there.

At this moment, he felt that he had finally got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and defeated Xiaoyuan first, and then defeated him one by one.

Xiaoyuan looked up at the sun, closed his eyes quickly and said, "I won't wait anymore, maybe I'll have to work on other things later. Now, this mountain, this water, this warm sun and the slow clouds. Of course, if you catch a fish and write a fish, finally ask, is it a poem written in a modern style?"

"What's the close body?" Xu Yilong didn't understand.

"The brother and sister occasionally write, and the ones they write strictly according to the metric requirements are modern poetry. They are divided into five or seven characters, regular verses and quatrains. They form differences according to the beginning and end of the level and tone, such as..."

"No, don't write this. The rules are too restrictive, which affects the performance. Writing poetry is not about writing rules, but about expressing inner emotions. Do you understand?" Xu Yilong was confused when he heard this, and quickly interrupted Xiaoyuan's words and said guiltily.

Xiaoyuan followed the good deeds: "Okay, if you don't follow the rules, writing poetry can express emotions. Is it different to write it directly into vernacular? Like a story in a newspaper."

"Yes, the same. But don't you think poetry can better reflect literary level? Beauty and knowledge." Xu Yilong advised.

"Aren't modern poetry more beautiful? Is it more knowledgeable?" Xiaoyuan said again.

"Is it okay if I don't think about this thing today? Let's talk about poetry. I'll come first. Did you see that cliff?" Xu Yilong also knew that he couldn't say anything about Xiaoyuan on the same issue because he used double standards. So he quickly changed the topic.

Xiaoyuan looked in the direction Xu Yilong pointed and nodded: "I saw it, a piece of it is concave below."

"It's very good, the poem comes out, the first sentence. I see the cliff concave and concave, the second sentence. Why..."

"We're leaving." Xiao Bei's voice suddenly sounded, and she stared at Xu Yilong with dissatisfaction: "Are you playing tricks on us? I can continue to say what you said, why is it concave into a groove and turn to look at the other side, it's also concave."

"Haha, Xiaobei, you are so cute. Just kidding. I haven't finished brewing yet. Wait, at first, the sky above the water reflects the cliffs, and a green tide of time. The peaks and mountains cannot stop flowing, and the movement and stillness are far away."

After Xu Yilong finished speaking, he looked at the nine little guys and waited. After waiting for a while, he saw that the other person had no response and asked, "How?"

"To be honest, I don't know what it means." Xiao Bei pouted and said to Xu Yilong.

"Yes, you are still young and cannot understand so deeply. It's me wrong." Xu Yilong was helpless and had to apologize to the nine children.

"Actually, I don't blame you. Let Xiaoyuan come. Xiaoyuan, tell us a rumor, it's like a nursery rhyme." Xiaobei showed a big smile to Xu Yilong and gave instructions to Xiaoyuan again.

Xiaoyuan nodded, looked at the surrounding scenery, raised his hand and pointed: "The birds chirped on the trees, and the water flowed under the trees. Fish and shrimps swam, and at the end there was a cliff. There were vines on the waist of the mountain and green grass sprouting. Can that wild vegetable be eaten? We have to dig it."

"Haha, it sounds so nice. Xiaoyuan is good. Keep working hard and you will be very good in the future." After listening to Xiaoyuan's children's song, Xu Yilong felt that it was already difficult for such a young child to rhyme. She quickly praised her, and she looked like she was a teacher, and she smiled so reserved and conceited.

Xiaoyuan smiled shyly, then pointed to the tree and said, "The birds chirping on the tree, climbing the high hills and complaining about the world. The chicken and the chicken temples were frosty, like the young and young children were killed in battle. The grand gentleman and the same dress were together, and they were worshipped in the temple. I sing your wind and chant your poems once hoe mulberry and hemp."

Xu Yilong was stunned after listening to it. She just felt that it was not easy for a child to rhyme. As a result, they began to use allusions in a blink of an eye, and the style of the Book of Songs is Yasong, which is about a woman in a family supporting this family business alone. Whenever she arrives on the hill, she complains about the long journey, and there are elderly people and children at home, and her husband is ordered to fight in the war. This is to fight with the king. In order to expand the territory, whether it is my song or your style, it is praiseworthy, and it becomes a poem? Or the scriptures, this is actually called life.

In addition, we use "Chuan Er", "Ru Tomb", "Seeing Bi Luo", "Wu", "Guanzi".

Is this kind of ability still something a child can have? Now I will take the imperial examination and Jinshi exam, and it is really simple to solve the problem. It is too bad for people to play like this.

"This rumor-like nursery rhyme is better than the previous one. Brother Yilong, right? Xiaoyuan, keep going, I like to listen to nursery rhymes the most, I can't understand any poems." Xiaobei's voice was still so sweet, and his smile was still bright.

Xu Yilong looked at the slightly rippling lake in front of him, and wanted to jump down and dive, and then never come up again, and was too disappointed.

I also want to show off in front of Xiaoyuan. I finally put four sentences into it, but I just use allusions. This is improvisational poetry. No one gives you time to think about it one by one. In addition to being quick wisdom, there is also a foundation in the test.

How is that possible?

Xu Yilong felt that she was very failed, especially when she heard what Xiao Bei said, her usually cute smile, why was she so awkward at this moment?

"Yes, yes, I... I can't understand poetry, let alone write it." The only thing Xu Yilong can do is to echo Xiaobei and smile back, but no matter how you smile, it is not natural.

Xiaoyuan's expression has not changed much. He pointed to the big tree as before: "The birds chirp on the tree, and the sun is warm and the sun is warm. Wild vegetables are grown in the remote jungle, and new melons are built in fertile soil in my hometown. I will walk through thousands of water tomorrow, and I dreamed of returning to the Hundred Gorges last night. The nursery rhyme sings quietly to bed in the morning, and the auspicious smile is like a flower."

"I miss home too. Will they call people for good luck? No, we can't come in vain. We have to find more things that we can't see in the capital, make them into specimens and take them back for our younger brothers and sisters to see if there are any gems here? I don't know if the pearls I fell at the beginning were broken by them."

As Xiao Bei heard Xiao Yuan's words, his eyes turned red and he sniffed. He pulled Xiao Yuan and ran towards the place where Seymour Tamahe lived. She thought it would be best to ask the local leader before. If there was any, he could exchange it for other seasonings. Anyway, the locals were stupid and they could not eat gems or something. They would be very happy to give them some real things.

Nine little guys ran to find Seymour Tamohe and had a fair exchange with them. Xu Yilong stood by the lake for a long time and did not move. He heard what Xiaoyuan meant, started with the same scenery, and used three ways to tell him what it means to go from simplicity to traditional Chinese, and to simplify from traditional Chinese.

When love reaches deep, there is no need for scriptures, every word and heart are far away. Using the simplest words to express the deepest connotation, this is the realm.

As for me, I am still in the process of going from simple to traditional, and I have never reached the level of complexity. One day, I will use allusions and deliberately craft words and sentences to see Xiaoyuan's footsteps. Perhaps Xiaoyuan is still a little short of being simple, but he no longer needs to beautify anything. When he thinks about it, he says that it seems to be a habit, but it is actually accumulated to a certain level.

Xu Yilong once again felt the horror of the nine children of the Zhang and Wang family. It seemed that grandpa was right to send him over, otherwise he would still be praising each other with other officials from the same generation, and he would be proud and contented when doing something.

Let’s look at the nine little guys who do a lot of things. When they meet the Duoduo tribe, they can immediately take the children to play and take good care of them.

Every day when I see them, I feel that they are very happy. Of course, when I see them happy moments, I am equally happy. But after careful consideration, I can find that the places they play with every day are places where they need them. Some people are sick and some places are hard to do, and they will go there immediately, helping them like playing, while chatting and laughing with them.

That is to say, they take on the task of adjusting the atmosphere in the team. They have always infected everyone with their happiness and innocence. They will also fall and be scratched accidentally. Looking at their puffing mouths and say it doesn't hurt, the injured adults seem to feel that they no longer feel pain, even if they are hurt more than the children.

"They can actually play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army and improving morale. They have never let others worry about it. Why did I find out?"

Xu Yilong spoke to himself in the lake, and then he was very upset. He thought that only he was useless. He could not do physical work, could not cook, could not bring happiness to others, nor did Xiaobei and the others have affinity for tribal children.

"Damn, I'm actually a waste. No, I have to learn it." Xu Yilong strengthened his confidence. He was full of yearning for outsiders. He came to the conclusion that once he followed the team and learned the advantages of each person in the team by one thousandth. When he went back and met other children of his contemporary officials, those people would not pose any threat to him, just like Xiaoyuan's indifferent appearance when he finished his last poem and was pulled away by Xiao Belgium. He didn't take himself seriously at all. He was so depressed.

"Chief Seymotamohe, where are you? Seymotamohe!" Xiaobei and others shouted, and were taken to the hall where Seymohemohe invited Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan by the inner courtyard of their home.

"Chief Seymotamoha, I'm seeing you again, Hello, what, um! Wenjun has a white jade beauty..." As soon as Xiao Bei saw him, he spoke with his hands behind his back and took a square step.

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There is another chapter today.
Chapter completed!