The Pastoral Life of a Reborn Farmer

Everyone sent another round of poems, but they were still criticized by Mr. Fu for being useless. It was getting late, so Shen Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and go over and said, "Masters, do you want some snacks? I'll ask my servants to bring some." It's been so long since lunch, and it's almost time for dinner, shouldn't everyone be leaving? !Let him choose a similar poem at random to end the meeting!

A few people didn't seem to hear it, Mr. Fu sat leisurely on the seat, sipping Bifang wine, he really liked this kind of wine better than peach blossom wine, and said to Shen Ling disapprovingly: "No need , the ancients said that only when you are hungry and empty can you get something. The so-called poetry must be devoted to it, so that you can produce a good work. You will not even remember when you are hungry. How can we need snacks? Not only do we not need snacks , the celebrities below don’t need snacks either, presumably everyone is still immersed in poetry, so they can’t think of their appetites.”

No!I think they can afford it!Shen Ling shouted silently from the bottom of her heart, but said: "Yes, Shen Ling is an ordinary person, please don't blame me."

Shen Ling bowed and retreated, and walked through the venue in a blinded way. None of the people present dared to leave before Mu Futai left the venue. They could only stand there, racking their brains to write poems to satisfy this old man.

Shen Ling went to the back room, Han Shi was already eating dinner, "Is it not over yet?" Han Shi put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up and asked.

Shen Ling shook his head, "That Mr. Fu always wants to kill the famous scholars in Huaizhou! No, he wants to kill me!" Shen Ling said helplessly.

If Shihui drags on like this, it will all be ruined. Even if they leave the venue at that time, they will be too hungry to walk. When they go back and think about it, if it wasn't for his invitation, why would they have suffered all this? They haven't been in the limelight yet , and also ended up with the name of not being able to write good poems, it would be good if they don’t mess up the scene in the future, and they are expected to promote the peach blossom wine Bifang wine? !

Mu Wu tugged on Mu Hongjin's sleeve and walked in, with an ugly face, he said, "Get him something to eat."

"Okay." Shen Ling stood up and nodded, with a heavy expression on his face. He ordered his servants to get the food, and it was already delayed until this time. The back kitchen had already prepared dinner and was waiting to call for dinner at any time.

Mu Hongjin tugged back his sleeves in dissatisfaction, his face was very ugly, and he said angrily: "I don't! I won't eat if I can't think of poems!"

"Studying is stupid, right? What if I starve out of food?!" Mu Wu's face was also very ugly, obviously he had talked with Mu Hongjin before coming, and he was blocked back.

"If you are hungry, you will be hungry. Others can eat bran and swallow vegetables. It is even better to talk about poets lying drunk in the mountains and forests. How come to me, you can't even starve a meal? Besides, Mr. Fu said, it's even worse if you can't think of poems." You have to think about it, and you can’t just think about your appetite. I didn’t think about it at first, and I only focused on poetry! It’s because you insisted on pulling me to eat!” Mu Hongjin said angrily, and walked towards Han Shi , sitting on a stool.

Han Shi looked blankly at the two quarreling, and handed over a steamed stuffed bun, "Want to eat?"

Mu Hongjin looked at the steamed stuffed bun, thought for a while, and took it. He was familiar with Han Shi. He ate a lot at the same table in Mu's house, and he didn't think there was anything wrong. He took a bite and continued to glar at Mu Wu. .

Mu Wu nodded and said helplessly, "Just eat."

Shen Ling: ...

The servants came over with food, and Mu Hongyuan and Chen Yuze followed.

"Did you come here for the smell?" Shen Ling smiled.It is estimated that the people outside are starting to be a little hungry. After all, what they eat at noon is not a meal, but just some snacks. How could they imagine that the poetry meeting would take so long.

Mu Hongyuan and the two are really different, "We followed all the way from the kitchen. Chen Yuze said he knew the way well, and he wanted to take me to the kitchen to steal some food." "Of course, I was going to stop him, but I didn't expect that I saw a servant coming out with food and walking this way outside. I thought, who is this! Mr. Fu even said that he wouldn't eat it." Something, someone secretly eats it, so we are here to catch the thief and get the stolen goods."

"By the way, share the spoils, right?" Shen Ling asked his servants to arrange the food, and called Chen Yuze to eat.

"Yes." Mu Hongyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded seriously. "I'm hungry." Chen Yuze had already moved over to eat.

"Mu Wu, together? Let's make do together!" Shen Ling said.

"That's right! Come and join Mu Wu." Mu Hongyuan waved at Mu Wu, holding a bun in his hand.

Mu Wu shook his head and stood there without saying a word.

Han Shi was already half full, so he obediently gave up his seat to someone else, and walked aside by himself, "Can't we have dinner outside?"

Shen Ling said: "That's right! There's a nobleman here, he has to say what he says, and he has to finish his poems before giving food to people."

"Then write a poem for him!" Han Shi said.

"I just can't do it! You see, even the third son can't make it look like this. How can anyone in Huaizhou do it?" Shen Ling smiled and spread his hands. He had read the poems all afternoon, and sure enough I still feel that the reputation of the third son Mu is justified. Among the crowd, his poems have always been the best, and even his poems can't pass. Others really have nothing to look forward to.

"Then you write! You are also very good at writing poems!" Han Shi looked at Shen Ling with trust in his eyes. Shen Ling wanted to turn around and tell Han Shi that he was not writing poems when he was usually writing, but silent writing, not himself. original.

Mu Wu's eyes moved slightly, and he turned to Shen Ling, "You really don't remember the second half?"

"Forehead……"

"You remember, right?!" Mu Wu said.

Discovered after a moment of hesitation?Shen Ling paused for a moment, but did not answer.

"Now it seems that the purpose of this Tai Tuo has always been you. What he wants is the original version of the whole poem, not the poems written by later generations."

Shen Ling hesitated for a moment, "But if I send the second half up now, doesn't it appear that I'm lying? I'd rather everyone go back hungry than take the risk. It's not about sending it up and giving him something to deal with." My reason?" This is a crime of deceiving the ministers of the court, but it can be big or small, and he will not do it in order to make money and give others the handle that can threaten his life.

"Then use the name of the third son."

"Ah?" Mu Hongjin raised his head, a little confused, did he just talk about him?

"The third son has always been talented in poetry. He said that the second half of the poem was written by him. No one doubts it. If the master Taifu is not satisfied with the second half of the poem, and he doesn't see good or bad, we will Think again."

"No!" Shen Ling frowned, "It's okay if he is satisfied, but if he is not satisfied, we will never find another second half to submit. Everyone's appreciation angle for poetry is different. What if the Taifu has too high expectations for the second half of the poem, and the real second half of the poem does not satisfy him? You have to hint to him that this is the second half of the poem and let him stop tossing OK."

"Then you have to send the poems up yourself, and you tell him directly that this is the second half of the poem, don't pick and choose and keep people from eating." Mu Hongyuan murmured breathlessly.

Shen Ling and Mu Wu paused for a long time, then Shen Ling said: "Then don't tell him who wrote it, and if you ask urgently, you will say that it is the third son, but then you will make this poem not written by the third son, but the original version." Means, this can be a trick, if you can’t find evidence that I deceived the ministers of the court, if you insist on arresting, it will be said that it was written by the third son, and you will not admit it anyway.”

"Will the third son be implicated?" Mu Wu was concerned about this.

"No, the third son is a twin, and he's getting older. He's about to get married. It's not suitable for him to show his face. Even if he wrote a poem, it's okay to submit it anonymously, and it's not a sin." Shen Ling said.

Mu Wu thought about it, and it was true. Shen Ling handed in the poem, implying that this is the original version of Fu Lao, without saying who is the original. If Fu Lao's purpose is only the second half, then it is very likely that he will not ask. Who is the poet.If Mr. Fu's purpose is unclear and he insists on asking about the identity of the poet, then he should confess the third son. The third son has a reason to hide his name. I can't say anything. Besides, Mu Futai is from the old man's line, and even more from the prince's line. His own people will not kill each other. If they get involved with the third son, it has nothing to do with Shen Ling. The son will be fine.

"Okay." Mu Hongjin nodded, "Just use my name! But if you don't say my name, don't say it. I don't like other people's poems in my name." Mu Hongjin pouted , wrinkled his nose.

"Okay, thank you, Third Young Master." Shen Ling cupped his hands.

Mu Hongyuan sighed, "It's good to be able to write poetry!"

Shen Ling asked his servants to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and was about to recite it silently for Mu Hongjin to write, but was stopped by Mu Wu, "The third son doesn't like other people's poems to be in his name. In order to prevent others from knowing it in the future, he thinks that the third son You should write the seductive poems yourself! Anyway, it’s anonymous, so it’s only natural to ask someone to write it for you, right?”

Shen Ling gave Mu Wu a blank look, and had to write by herself, "When drunk, he only sits in front of the flowers, and when he is drunk, he comes to sleep under the flowers. Half drunk and half awake day after day, the flowers fade and bloom year after year. In the wine room, I don’t want to bow before the horses and chariots. The dusty cars and horses are enough to show people’s affairs, and the wine cups and flower branches are destined for hermits. If you compare the showman to the hermit, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky. If you compare flowers and wine to cars and horses, why do you do nothing? He Xian. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through. I don’t see the tombs of heroes in the five tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to hoe the fields.”

"Good poem, so bold!" Mu Hongjin thought about the second half of the afternoon. He had long been eagerly waiting for someone to continue writing. After Ling finished writing, he involuntarily gave a compliment, but he still had some doubts, "Eh? It's not just the second half?"

Shen Ling silently covered her face, "Don't pay too much attention to such details!"

"Okay!" Mu Hongjin nodded.

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"Peach Blossom Temple Song"

Year: Ming Author: Tang Yin

Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy under Taohua Temple;

Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees, picked peach blossoms and sold them for wine.

If you wake up drunk, you only sit in front of the flowers; if you get drunk, you will sleep under the flowers;

Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I hope that the old and dead flowers and wine are not willing to bow in front of the horses and horses;

Chess and horses are fun for the rich, and for the poor with wine and flower branches.

If the rich and the noble are compared with the poor and the humble, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky;

If the poor and the lowly are compared to a carriage and a horse, he has to drive me free.

Others laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others can't see through;

There is no tomb of the Wuling heroes, no flowers and no wine to make fields.