Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

"Little Anu, what did you recite just now?"

Liu Chuanzhi made a gentle expression and wanted to touch his daughter's head.

However, the latter hid in the arms of Yu Guafu all of a sudden.

Liu Chuanzhi's hand, which had just been stretched out, suddenly stopped awkwardly in the air, and his face immediately became a little ugly.

However, in front of Yu Guafu, a rare pretty woman in Daliushu Village, and even in the entire Xiahe County.

How could Liu Chuanzhi lose face?

Scholars are tolerant, and he will soon be a scholar, so he won't bother with children.

"I was just reciting the poems that Brother Yue taught me to my mother." Although the 'smiling' guy in front of him didn't look like a good person, Anu was a little afraid from the bottom of his heart.

But when he heard what he asked, Anu still raised her head slightly and said proudly.

"Haha, little Anu, you are talking about Fang Yue, right? What kind of poems can he write? I'm afraid he is lying to you." Liu Chuanzhi didn't care. The other party was just a martial arts scholar who passed the imperial examination by chance.

Who is a martial arts scholar? A vulgar warrior. His thighs may not be as thick as the other party's arms.

But in terms of writing and poetry, he is a genius whose poetry is known throughout Xiahe County. Liu Chuanzhi can easily crush Fang Yue by ten blocks.

"Nonsense, you are talking nonsense. Brother Yue will not lie to me."

The little girl would never allow someone to say that about Fang Yue. She clenched her fists and stared at Liu Chuanzhi angrily.

"Humph, little girl, you really don't know how high the sky is. My young master is the most famous poet in Xiahe County. That little old Fang Yue has some strength, but how can his poetry compare to my young master's!"

Before Liu Chuanzhi could speak, the book boy beside him quickly opened his eyes for his master.

However, when calling out Fang Yue's real name, the book boy looked around inconspicuously, and only after confirming that there were no outsiders did he carefully breathe a sigh of relief.

"Listen carefully, my young master just wrote a poem a while ago. The moon is full on August 15th, and thousands of families are reunited."

After reading it, the book boy continued: "How is my young master's poem? It's really excellent!"

Although the book boy studied with Liu Chuanzhi, he actually didn't have much knowledge in his stomach. After thinking for a long time, he only came up with two excellent ones.

At this time, Liu Chuanzhi also raised his chin, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked like a lonely master.

He thought to himself, this time I should be able to stun this widow Yu.

This time I should let this little widow look at him differently!

Anu was naturally unconvinced, and just said that this poem was not as good as the one Fang Yue taught him.

Liu Chuanzhi's servant was naturally convinced. After a few words of encouragement, Anu recited the poem that he had just recited half of.

"The moonlight shines in front of the window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown."

The tender voice of the child was soft and crisp.

And he obviously imitated Fang Yue's tone, with ups and downs, and a serious look, which made people laugh.

However, Liu Chuanzhi, who was originally full of smiles on his face.

But after a moment, his face stiffened, his eyes followed with shock, and then stagnated.

"Ah, how is this possible, how is this possible? This poem, who wrote this poem? How could it be written by Fang Zizi!"

"How could he write a poem!"

Liu Chuanzhi's face kept changing, as if he had opened a dye vat.

Thoughts turned one after another in his mind, but soon turned into the word plagiarism.

Fang Yue had never been to school, how could he write poems? Most likely, he copied the poems from somewhere.

It must be like this, it must be like this!

Although the book boy beside him also thought that the poem recited by Anu sounded smoother and better, he had to be loyal to his master.

"Haha, how can this poem be compared with our young master's? Each sentence of the poem written by our young master has seven words, while the one you recited has only five words, a total of eight words less, which is far different."

The book boy shook his head and tried hard to imitate the way those scholars and candidates who had seen him comment on poems and finally added a sentence he had learned.

However, as soon as he finished speaking.

Widow Yu couldn't help laughing, covering her mouth and laughing softly, the clothes on her chest swayed with the wind, and her graceful demeanor might melt even a heart of stone.

Obviously, she was amused by the comparison of the number of words in the poem.

However, at this moment, although Liu Chuanzhi felt that it was a poem copied by Fang Yue, it must have been written by a famous scholar, so his poems naturally dared not be compared.

Thinking of this, he finally couldn't help it and hit the book boy next to him on the head.

"What nonsense, who told you to talk? What word count, who taught you to compare like this, bastard, why don't you shut up!"

Liu Chuanzhi stunned his own book boy in an instant, how could his young master hit someone.

Then he left without looking back.

"Young master, wait for me, wait for me."

Seeing this, the book boy hurriedly chased after him even though his head hurt.

After a small episode, there was no one here soon.

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More than ten days passed.

The new house of the Fang family has basically been built, and the entire yard has been expanded by more than two times.

There are two yards in total, eight rooms, blue brick walls, and gray tile roofs.

Although the scale is not as large as Liu Juren's house, the shape is because Fang Yue designed it in imitation of the quadrangle, so it looks much more regular than Liu Juren's house.

Of course, Fang Yue also built a small martial arts training ground for himself in the backyard.

However, in fact, Fang Yue usually goes to Fang Hu's house to practice martial arts.

Fang Hu went to the capital city, and his yard was left to Fang Yue to take care of.

On this day, a winter snow fell, and snowflakes fell.

After Fang Yue finished practicing martial arts, he waited for the sweat on his body to evaporate and changed into dry clothes.

He suddenly felt like fishing, so he took the fishing rod and went out.

Although winter is the dry season of Xiahe, if you walk a little further and go further downstream, there is still a body of water.

This was originally a large lake with a radius of one kilometer, but now it is half the size.

There was only a thin layer of ice on the river surface. Fang Yue took a look and found that the water was shallow and he couldn't catch fish. Just when he felt a little disappointed, he saw a wooden boat on the shore.

He immediately grabbed the wooden boat and put it in the water.

Then he rowed to the center of the lake.

First, he made a nest, and after doing all the work, he drank a sip of wine.

He waved the fishing rod and threw it into the water.

After a while, a fish was hooked.

Fang Yue did not expect to be so lucky today and to have a catch so quickly, so he put away the fishing rod immediately.

A long, silvery fish fell into the boat.

Looking at the struggling silverfish, snowflakes were falling at this moment, and Fang Yue suddenly became interested for some reason.

"Haha, this is really a lonely boat with a straw hat and raincoat, fishing alone in the cold river snow."

The voice was not small, but it was very penetrating.

It spread far away.