I'm writing novels in Liaozhai

Mrs. Su looked eager.

"Not for sale, hang it in the store as decoration."

Hearing this, He Yongliang couldn't help but say with a calm face: "Then it's better to write another one, it's too monotonous."

"Yes, yes, yes, please write another picture, okay?"

Yu'er couldn't help but tugged at Gu Ming's sleeve and acted like a baby.

"Hahaha, it's rare to be so happy, so let's do another one."

Gu Ming immediately took up the pen and wrote another line: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book."

The content of this word fits quite well with the atmosphere of the study.

"Great, I'm going to find someone to frame it now."

He Yongliang volunteered, rolled up the handwriting when it was slightly dry, and ran out of the shop in a hurry.

After that, a group of people came to the yard again and began to discuss on the spot.

The yard is only two acres of land, whether it is big or small, and there must be a good rule to make the most of it.

After discussing for a while, Gu Ming decided to make a major rectification, tearing down all the buildings in the courtyard and rebuilding.

A three-story attic is built on the easternmost side of the yard, which is connected to the shop in front.

The ground floor of the attic is preliminarily planned for the hall, meeting hall, meeting room, lounge, study and so on.

The second floor is planned for piano room, chess room, calligraphy and painting room, elegant hall and so on.

The warehouse and bedrooms are planned on the third floor.

In the sub-yard, there must be a rockery pool, a corridor and a pavilion, and there must be a servant's room.

As the saying goes, the house does not occupy the base, and the two acres of land really need to be well planned, and it is still small and exquisite.

It's just that such a toss would probably cost several hundred taels of silver.

It is March [-]rd of the year again, and kites are flying all over the sky.

This day is also the well-known Tongzi Grand Temple Fair in Yuantong Town.

Yuantong Town is not far from Guobei County, only a dozen miles away, with mountains, waters and ferries, it is a beautiful Jiangnan water town.

The origin of Boys' Association comes from an ancient custom.

There is a Tongzi Temple with a long history in Yuantong Town, and the incense has always been very prosperous.

Even many childless couples from other places come here especially to offer incense and make a wish, hoping that their wishes will come true and they will have a big fat boy in the coming year.

Later, a custom gradually formed. On March [-]rd, the local gentry presides over the boys' meeting.

At that time, the woodcut boy who has been enshrined in the boy's temple for several months and consecrated by an expert will be invited out and thrown into the water for people to snatch.

As long as the rules are met, the one who finally grabs the boy will be rewarded with ten taels of silver.

Afterwards, those who are destined will be selected and given to the woodcut boy, which means "send the boy".

Of course, talking about "destiny ones" is just a pretext. In fact, it still depends on who donates more sesame oil.

Simply put, it is equivalent to an auction and bidding.

Although the proceeds eventually fell into the hands of a group of squires, it was still a rare event for the people in the town.

Not only is there fun to watch, but you can also take the opportunity to sell some food and drink, and you can earn a few small money.

In particular, some strong local men are eager to fight, one by one waiting to go into the water to snatch the boy.

This is also a rule that has been followed down for many years.

Those who go into the water to snatch the boy are all local men, and they have to go through some screening.

Two conditions must be met: one is to be married and have a son; the other is to be physically strong and not too old.

There are as many as 300 people who snatch the water every year, so the chance of snatching the boy is not high.

However, this is a traditional custom.

The important thing is that in addition to rewarding ten taels of silver, the benefactor also rewards the boy with silver, ranging from more than ten taels to hundreds of taels.

For this large amount of reward, countless men in the local area found their children at home, hoping to let their wives give birth to a big fat boy during the registration period.

Otherwise, even if you sign up, you will be rejected.

The Boys' Association is held in three days, the second, third, and fourth grades of junior high school.

The main show, that is, robbing the boy will be held at noon on the third day of junior high school, but many people have already flocked to the second day of junior high school.

After all, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. It is the right time for an outing.

"Wow, so many people!"

On the official road, Yu'er followed the sedan chair while looking around, wishing she could have eyes on the back of her head.

Gu Ming also went with him, acting as a flower protector.

There were indeed a lot more pedestrians on the road than usual.It's just that Gu Ming has seen the prosperity of the previous life, but he is not surprised when he sees it, and his demeanor is leisurely.

"Gu Lang, I want to come down and take a walk."

Nie Xiaoqian was probably a little tired from sitting, so she opened the car curtain and said softly.

"Well, come down and move around so you can stop the car!"

When the bearer stopped the sedan chair, Gu Ming thoughtfully stepped forward to help the beauty get off the sedan chair, and took off the water bag around his waist: "Come, drink some water."

"Um"

Nie Xiaoqian took a sip of the water bag and handed it back.

Unexpectedly, Gu Ming opened the stopper again and raised his head to take a sip, and deliberately smacked his tongue: "The water is so sweet!"

"you"

Nie Xiaoqian blushed and glanced at Yu'er in a panic.

Fortunately, this girl was looking to the other side, so she probably didn't notice these details.

"hey-hey."

Gu Ming smiled "honestly", stuffed the water bag on his waist, and then took Nie Xiaoqian's hand and walked slowly.

Unexpectedly, after this walk, Nie Xiaoqian seemed to be walking more and more energetically, and she didn't even take the sedan chair anymore.

Maybe it's because they are holding hands and are reluctant to let go, or maybe it's because they rarely go out of the city once, and they want to see more of the excitement outside.

Before I knew it, I saw the outline of Yuantong Town from a distance.

At this time, there are more people along the way.

Among them were two scholars, or two men dressed as scholars, holding folding fans and walking squarely with a dignified appearance.

However, his eyes flicked to the woman on the road from time to time.

One of them glanced back inadvertently, and almost couldn't turn his eyes back.

Because he saw Nie Xiaoqian.

"cough"

After being stared at by Gu Ming, he turned his head in embarrassment, coughed dryly, shook his head and said, "Brother Wu, why don't we write a poem for such a beautiful day?"

The sound is so loud that I'm afraid others won't hear it.

Chapter 69 Our Yuer can also compose poetry

"Very good, very good!"

For a moment, the two became poetic, waving their folding fans lightly, and walking calmly.

After walking a few steps, the former scholar in white shirt suddenly got inspiration, raised his fan and pointed to the front right: "Look at a tower from afar."

The scholar in green shirt held back for a while, and finally shook his head and said: "Look at a tower."

The white-shirted scholar answered, "The more you look at it, the more it looks like a pagoda."

The scholar in green shirt held back for a while, and finally said the last sentence: "So it's the tower!"

After reading, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

"Brother Wu's talent is not inferior to that of the past, my younger brother admires it!"

Passers-by looked dumbfounded.

I have seen thick-skinned ones, but I have never seen such thick-skinned ones.

Gu Ming shook his head and smiled wryly.

They are simply two weirdos, who sneaked out of nowhere.

"Pfft, miss, so this can also be called poetry?"

Yu'er couldn't help but said to the young lady.

Although the voice was low, the white-clothed scholar faintly heard it, and immediately turned around, blushing.

Now, I can find an opportunity to go crazy.

"Hey, little girl, were you talking just now?"

"So what? You don't allow people to talk, do you?"

Not to be outdone, Yu'er replied.

"Of course you can speak, but you can't humiliate."

"Yes, what qualifications do you, a girl, have to comment on our poems?"

"If you have the ability, you can write a poem and listen to it."

The two cooperated with each other tacitly, and one after another spoke out against Yu'er.

Now, Yu'er was a little dumbfounded.

Although she can taste some good poems, how can she write poems?

Seeing Yu'er's distressed expression, the two scholars were even more elated.

"Hmph, if you don't know how to compose poetry, don't speak indiscriminately."

"That's right, don't pretend to understand."

Gu Ming was lazy to pay attention to these two snake spirits, but he didn't want Yu'er to get down.

So he said to Yu'er: "Yu'er, it's okay, just chant a few sentences at will to let them see and see."

In fact, he still knew Yu'er more or less.

This girl just read a little less, but her brain is still quite bright, even if she can't compose poetry, it shouldn't be a problem to make up a few jingles.

Hearing Gu Ming's words, Yu'er was immediately encouraged, looking around for inspiration.

"Ha, there it is!"

There is a river not far away, and there is a flock of geese by the river

So, Yu'er imitated those two scholars and began to recite poems:

"A flock of geese in front jumped into the river with a plop"

"puff!"

"Hahaha!"

The two scholars couldn't help laughing.

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but tilt her head to one side.

A crowd of passers-by also smiled knowingly.

"Little girl, is your jingle worthy of being called poetry?"

The white-shirted scholar had a haughty and contemptuous look on his face.