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Chapter 621 Compose a poem

 Regarding matters related to opening a rouge shop, the two briefly chatted for a few words, but no one thought that they would become more and more speculative.

I have to say that Hu Tang is very talented in business

He could always point out things that she had never thought of, which made people enlightened.

The two of them chatted all the way and unknowingly arrived at the gate of Zhuxian Academy. Unexpectedly, they bumped head-to-head with Huang Meimei.

Huang Meimei looked at the two people chatting happily, and her heart was tumbling for a moment, but the pain in her left hand that she had not forgotten made her dare not provoke the woman in front of her easily.

Huang Meimei whispered to the people around her and glanced at Xia Qianqian with an evil look. If Mr. Hu hadn't been there, she would have really wanted to spit on the ground.

Hu Tang noticed something unusual and asked puzzledly: "You don't seem to be welcome in the academy?"

Xia Qianqian smiled with relief, "Excellent people are always easily jealous."

"You're quite open-minded!" he teased.

"I'm in a hurry, so I have to go to class first." She quickly walked up the steps and waved her hand at him behind her.

Hu Tang stood there and couldn't help but smile.

His smile attracted admiring looks from the female students watching.

Hu Tang suddenly shuddered, straightened his back, and touched his chin. The hard stubble under his hand made him realize how sloppy he was.

Why is he so sloppy and still getting the stars of others, but only that girl saw her with a look of disgust on her face.

Shaking his head in despair, Hu Tang turned around and walked away, getting into a carriage under the peach blossom tree.

Originally, he was very happy when he negotiated a business deal with Lan Yu.

But in my mind, I couldn't help but flash the look of that strong girl glaring over me.

Really!

It really didn’t match his good mood.

"Do you know that girl in the colorful clothes?" he asked Li Yi, the attendant driving the carriage.

Li Yi was used to being around Hu Tang, and he knew all the girls from his family.

Especially for Huang Meimei, last time with the Yunlan Villa group, Huang Meimei fell out of the carriage and was in a mess, and he happened to see her.

That matter has been discussed by many young masters and servants for a long time.

Li Yipo said in a broken voice: "Her name is Huang Meimei, she is the daughter of the Huang family at the west end of East Street."

"Huang family? That Huang family?" People who Hu Tang has no impression of basically can't catch his eye.

"That's Mr. Huang, who made his fortune as a butcher. Now he runs a butchering business, supplying raw meat to various wealthy families in Jiangcheng. The business is booming."

"A butcher's daughter is so arrogant and domineering. Huh!" Hu Tang sneered and thought for a moment, "Is the Huang family also supplying our Hu family's raw meat?"

"Yes!"

"Later, tell the housekeeper that the raw meat in his house is too fishy and I can't get used to it. Ask him to switch to another one."

"Sir, our family has been purchasing raw meat from the Huang family for many years."

"So what, I can't eat anymore," Hu Tang said sharply.

Li Yi stuck out his tongue secretly, nodded hurriedly and said: "Follow your orders, I will definitely do it."

……

Since an incident occurred in the Guizi class where various teachers and the dean came to ask for advice, many students have finally seen it clearly.

Xia Qianqian is the only favorite of the dean and even many gentlemen.

In the entire Zhuxian Academy, who dares to offend her?

Therefore, Xia Qianqian, who has always gone her own way, feels more free.

The subject in the morning is Mr. Yu’s poetry, poetry and poetry.

Men in ancient times, who had some ink, liked to recite poems and paint. In their spare time, they would look at the bright moon, the mountain scenery, or even the flowers and plants in the garden, and they would sigh and compose a poem.

As men's accessories, women accompany them in composing poems and singing songs, which becomes an entertainment item in a sleepy life.

For Xia Qianqian, after nine years of compulsory education, Tang poetry and Song poetry are all standard requirements for exams.

There were so many literati in ancient times, and any of their poems would definitely be able to cope with it.

Therefore, during class, she held her chin in her hands and seemed to be listening to the lecture, but in fact she was still thinking about the hot and sour noodle shop.

Go through all the opening procedures in your mind to prevent any omissions.

The matter at the hot and sour noodle shop came to an end, and she thought about the cotton field again.

It is estimated that as soon as the store opens, she will go to work on cotton.

She didn't know much about spinning cotton threads. Fortunately, Yu Xiang helped her deal with it, so she felt a lot less worried.

As for Hu Tang's proposal to open a rouge shop with her, he would provide everything.

In fact, Xia Qianqian understood that she had a life-saving grace for Hu Tang.

For so long, Hu Tang has never used money to pay her medical fees, but has stayed by her side for a long time. He wanted to return this favor to her in another way.

Rouge Shop is his way of returning favors.

In this way, he will feel relieved only if she accepts it happily.

Just as she was thinking about it, Wang Yueyue, who was behind her, poked her back with her hand and whispered, "Qianqian, Mr. Yu is calling you?"

Xia Qianqian came to her senses and realized that everyone in the room was looking at her.

In front of the lecture table, Yu Yinghua looked at her with a half-smile, "Xia Xiazi, are you listening to what I'm talking about?"

Xia Qianqian stood up stiffly, embarrassed, shook her head and said: "No."

"Okay." Yu Yinghua looked at her, "If you don't listen to my lecture, I will think you understand everything. In this case, you will use the word 'moon' to recite a poem."

Xia Qianqian stood there, hesitating.

This...

If I answered with the simplest poem that even children are familiar with, wouldn’t it be a bit perfunctory?

The other students who were watching saw her speechless and couldn't help but snicker secretly.

Especially Huang Meimei, who finally caught Xia Qianqian's hand, said in a strange tone: "Hey! Mr. Yu, how can you stump our all-round and intelligent student Xia with such a simple question!"

"Yes!" Someone echoed, "She is good at calligraphy, painting, geography, etc., and reciting poetry is not a problem."

"Nothing is a problem."

Someone questioned, "I heard that before she came to Zhuxian Academy, she had never attended a private school. Those paintings, calligraphy, etc. were also used to running all over the hillsides with her father. She saw them and drew them, which is why she became so good."<

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"Yes!" Someone added: "When reciting poetry, pay attention to level and rhythm, rhyme, relative truth and falsehood, changes in sentence patterns, pay attention to artistic conception, pay attention to contrast, etc. How can you learn it in a short time?"

What these people say makes sense.

However, what they never expected was that Xia Qianqian didn't need to think about these issues at all, because all those poems were in her mind, and she only needed to search for them.

Yu Yinghua saw her beloved disciple being questioned by others, and she didn't want to make her look bad.

In class, asking her to write poetry was just a reminder to her to pay attention and not to be distracted.

So, she interrupted: "Okay, then I will tell you some things to pay attention to when composing poetry. Mr. Xia, please sit down first."
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