The night is getting darker.

In the Ailian Hall in the Yang Mansion of Shichen Village, Yang Shouwen sat in the living room of the small building in a daze.

In this living room, there are still couches and mats. It’s not that Yang Shouwen is unwilling to use furniture inside the Eight Immortals Table and the Grand Master Chair, but in this era, kneeling is a manifestation of universal value and no one can easily change it.

The Eight Immortals Table and the Grand Master Chair are OK in the study, but placing them in the living room is an act of rudeness.

In fact, real tables and chairs became popular after the Tang Dynasty. There are many reasons! The further integration of Hu and Han, the demise of medieval rituals and music, and the disappearance of nobles of aristocratic families made things that could not be placed on the table in the past gradually used. But now, it is still an era of strict class hierarchy, and nobles of aristocratic families dominate. If the tables and chairs of later generations are placed in front of people, the more minor ones are the crime of losing etiquette, the more important thing...

In the living room, a few large wax pieces were lit, and they were all reflected through.

Yang Shouwen seemed a little out of his mind, and it took a long time to wake up from his wandering state.

He looked at the dinner on the couch table and it was already cold! However, he had no appetite, so he stood up and walked out of the living room of the small building. A bright moon was in the sky, sprinkling the bright moonlight on the earth. In the distance, the Huancui Valley seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy veil under the moonlight, adding a bit of mysterious interest.

Suddenly, a few birds cries came, echoing in the night sky.

The full moon, the green mountains, the stream, the singing of birds...

The scenery seemed to have turned into an ink painting, vivid in front of you, making people feel inexplicably quiet in their hearts.

"The osmanthus flowers fall when people are idle. The spring mountains are empty when the night is quiet.

The moon rises and the birds are shocked. When it is singing in the spring stream."

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but murmur, reciting the "Bird Singing Stream" by the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei. But just as his voice fell, he heard a loud voice coming from the stone screen, "Yizi is also a good work and a good poem, and she deserves the mantle of the third sister."

Several people walked out from behind the stone screen.

The leaders were Yang Chenglie and Zheng Jingsi. Behind them were two big and one small and three young men.

Yang Rui and a boy of similar age stood behind Yang Chenglie, while Zheng Qian followed Zheng Jingsi with admiration on his face.

"This poem by Brother Yizi is probably the most appropriate one of the poems he wrote.

However, the osmanthus flowers fell a little inappropriate. The naturalization bloomed in August, and now it is mid-March, so how can the osmanthus flowers come from?"

Zheng Qian widened his eyes and said to Yang Shouwen.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but feel silent and said to himself: You really can't pretend to be too stupid!

Why use osmanthus? How can I know! Is Wang Wei doing this? But he couldn't say that. Because whether Wang Wei was born is still a question, even if he says it, he won't believe it.

Yang Shouwen's mind was running rapidly, thinking about how to explain.

But before he could speak, Zheng Qian said, "But if the osmanthus in Brother Yizi's poem is spring osmanthus, it will be explained."

Spring osmanthus, a tree name, is mountain alum.

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but his face still showed a calm look and said with a smile: "Shisanlang is indeed knowledgeable. Does he actually know Shan'an?"

After hearing what Yang Shouwen said, Zheng Qian immediately laughed.

After all, he is a child who likes to show himself in front of others. If he gets praise, he will be happy, but he doesn't know that he has solved a big problem for Yang Shouwen.

Zheng Jingsi's eyes showed even more loving and pride.

He reached out and rubbed Zheng Qian's head, and then said to Yang Shouwen: "Why don't praise him like this, Shisanlang just read a few more books."

He paused and said, "Yizi, can we go in and talk?"

Yang Shouwen then realized and hurriedly said, "What is Uncle No. 29? Please speak in the room."

At this time, Yang also ran over and went into the house to take away the dinner.

When Yang Chenglie saw this, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "Yizi, have you not had supper?"

"Well……"

"Sister Yang, make some more for Yizi."

Yang Shouwen hurriedly said, "Father, don't be so troublesome... I'm sorry, my aunt will just heat up on the fire, don't waste it like this."

"Yizi is a frugal person."

"Haha, what Uncle No. 29 said? Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard, I just didn't want to waste it like this."

"Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard-working?"

Zheng Jingsi was stunned, then looked expectant and said, "But I don't know what the previous sentence is?"

Yang Shouwen wanted to slap himself, but then said it.

This song "Praise the Farmer" should have been written by Li Shen after the Middle Tang Dynasty. He just didn't want to waste it, but he accidentally...

Fortunately, this song is this song. If it were another song "Praise the Farmers", it might end up as a sinner who slandered the government.

Since Zheng Jingsi asked, Yang Shouwen would not be able to cover up any more.

He smiled and said, "This is an ancient style that I made from Youzhou. On the way, I saw farmers working hard on the way, called Compassion for Farmers. At noon, the sweat drips into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard. Please taste it."

Zheng Jingsi smiled, "Yizi has great feelings, but Erjiurang dared not comment."

However, he kept this poem in mind and had a small plan.

"Do you know what I intend to come today?"

After everyone sat down, Yang Shouwen and Yang Chenglie sat on the couch while Zheng Jingsi knelt on the couch.

"You three don't have to sit here. If you want to play, go play."

Yang Chenglie saw Yang Rui and the other two sitting in their heads, and couldn't help but speak.

The young man who accompanied Yang Rui was Zheng Liang, the son of Zheng Changyu. Because he was among the clan members of this generation, he was also called Zheng Jiulang. He and Yang Rui were sitting here, feeling uncomfortable, and after hearing Yang Chenglie's words, he immediately stood up and left.

However, Zheng Qian did not follow him, but said with a smile: "Brother Siezi, can I go to your study and copy your characters?"

Yang Shouwen nodded and expressed no objection.

Zheng Qian stood up and jumped to the second floor happily.

In the room, only Yang Shouwen and Zheng Jingsi were left.

"Last night, a secret envoy from the court came and ordered the governor of Xingyang to surround Pan Daoqing's house last night.

But just now, Pan Daoqing and his eldest son Pan Zishan had been released. The third family of Pan family was fined Baiying for the disadvantage of teaching their children as compensation. Pan Daoyuan found the clan leader and asked me to convey: The incident in Guangwu Mountain was not the original intention of the Pan family, but Pan Daozi made his own decision. In order to express the apology of the Pan family, he was willing to compensate the Yang family for three hundred golds, and there were 200 acres of fertile land at the foot of Shicheng Mountain... The clan leader asked me to come and ask you father and son's ideas."

After hearing this, Yang Shouwen was a little surprised.

During the day, he heard that Pan Daoqing's family was arrested and the news came that night that Pan Daoqing was released...
Chapter completed!