Chapter Thirty-Nine, A caterpillar crawling on the ground
Lei Fengqi was extremely angry: "This knife is actually expensive. We picked it up and won't let others pick it up."
Yu Wuluo crossed his arms, thinking about his three-year-old cousin's arrogance and domineering, and made exactly the same gestures on his face, and rolled his eyes to the sky: "Humph, you also know that this knife is actually expensive, I will pay more.
My own private money! Huh, if you don’t carve a wooden knife for me in the middle of the night, I won’t tie it!”
Lei Fengqi was so angry that he waved his fist as if he wanted to hit him across the bonfire: "How dare you be so reasonable when buying expensive things? Businessmen who seek wealth only see money..."
Gao Shan stopped him, Lei Feng turned to Xue Menghu angrily: "How much do you want to pay?"
Xue Menghu stretched out a finger in joy.
Gao Shan was furious: "How dare you, how dare you..." He glanced at Lei Fengqi, how much did he pay?
Anyway, Xiao Yu will definitely not sell this knife, so he will just keep refuting it.
Xue Menghu smiled broadly: "Gold, not silver."
Gao Shan made a serious face, put away his propped up arms, and returned to the fire to make breakfast. He still didn't understand how much he paid.
"Tsk!" Yu Wuluo sneered.
Xue Menghu said haha: "If the little brother is not satisfied, I will double it."
Yu Wuluo twitched her cheeks, gave him a smile that disappeared before she came out, and sat with her knees in her arms, waiting for breakfast.
Xue Menghu smiled at Lei Fengqi. When he made his decision, Lei Fengqi smiled coldly.
It's true that the fox's tail can't be hidden. The ten thousand enemies killed by Xiao Yu were all looking at the knife. You suddenly appeared last night and spent a lot of money to buy a knife. You talked about it and made friends all over the world, but you didn't mention the origin of the knife at all.
The rare sword can be found elsewhere. Why do you and others want this sword? The secret of the way of heaven should be in your heart, and it must be related to this sword.
Thinking of this, Gao Shan's smart ghost also reacted, grabbed the seasoning and sprinkled it on the meat, and said sharply: "Old Xue, you didn't finish the story yesterday. I heard that Tiandao has some secret, an old valuable thing, bring it with you."
How about we make money together?"
Xue Menghu paused for a moment and smiled dryly: "Wait until I finish discussing the business with Brother Lei first."
"Not for sale!"
Lei Fengqi said simply.
Xue Menghu's smile dropped and he hurriedly picked it up: "Haha, brother Lei, you don't like something. Keeping it will only make you more angry."
Lei Fengqi also put on a smile: "I've never done anything wrong in my business, brother Xue, don't be offended, haha, I just teased you, haha, this knife is valuable, my good-for-nothing cousin didn't make any mistakes when he bought something,"
Yu Wuluo is angry, why does it sound like an insinuation to me, calling me useless if I can't draw my sword for the time being?
She continued to recall the arrogance and domineeringness of her three-year-old cousin, the screams of giving him fruit when he asked for snacks, the hysterical screams of asking for sweets when she was given snacks, and the pinching of her beloved when the snacks, fruits and sweets were all available.
The crazy scream of an orchid... you can't learn it yourself.
It's better to just roll your eyes at it, you don't know how to do this.
Xue Menghu forced a smile, his eyes filled with anger.
Lei Fengqi seemed invisible and continued to tease him: "Life is a joy. If you tease me, I will tease you again, haha. Brother, you will not be angry, haha."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry," Xue Menghu pinched his palm with his thumb, leaving a deep red mark.
...
During this breakfast, Xue Menghu was annoyed to death by Gao Shan. Gao Shan kept asking him to tell him the secret of the way of heaven, and everyone could make money to repay his savior. Xue Menghu stammered that he didn't know, and Gao Shan didn't let him go.
The thing---I guess Xue Menghu didn't have enough to eat.
Lei Fengqi and Yu Wuluo stood aside and watched, each having a good meal.
...
As the sky goes into March, wild flowers are blooming, Xue Menghu is hurrying on his way, thunder and wind are blowing, mountains and mist are falling leisurely to enjoy the spring scenery, and look at the people working in the fields.
A postman passed by, and Yu Wuluo knew that there was a post station nearby, so he stopped him and asked him how far he was from the post station.
Lei Fengqi guessed that she wanted to send a message and teased: "What message can you send, little cousin?"
Yu Wuluo said seriously: "Cousin, I love writing poems the most. I will definitely ask everyone for advice after I finish writing. Didn't Qi Gu tell you when you were at home?"
Gao Shan heard them talking and came closer. His cleverness was accumulated from the assassinations he had encountered since childhood. He couldn't understand the family joke that the seventh aunt was not as big as the fifth uncle. Just by looking at the expressions of the two of them, Lei Feng raised his eyebrows and froze.
, clapped their hands and applauded: "Brother Xiao Yu said it well."
Lei Fengqi ate a little, then joked again: "Little cousin, you forgot that I have also read books, show me your poems."
Yu Wuluo raised his eyebrows: "I lit a fire last night, and this morning there was sunshine. Two sparrows flew over, and a caterpillar crawled on the ground."
Lei Fengqi choked on his own saliva. Xue Menghu couldn't believe his ears. He stopped for a moment, turned his face and snickered.
Only Gao Shan praised: "What a poem, what a poem."
"Then please send this poem out and ask everyone for advice." Lei Fengqi murmured, deliberately letting Yu Wuluo hear it.
Yu Wuluo shook her face: "Do as my cousin says."
What she wanted to send was indeed a poem like this: A Greenworm Crawling on the Ground. It was indeed a poem written by her when she was three years old.
My grandfather loved his first grandson. He took her to play in the garden when he came back from school, telling her how to plant flowers in the spring, eat lotus leaves in the summer, wear osmanthus flowers in her hair in the fall, ski in the winter, and see plum blossoms.
A master couldn't talk without poetry and books. Yu Cun taught his granddaughter to read poetry. He read: "Two orioles are crowing in the green willows, and the mist is falling. You read along."
"A caterpillar is crawling on the ground, grandfather." Yu Wuluo said proudly.
Yu Cun couldn't help laughing: "It's hard for you to know one versus two, but my grandfather taught you to recite poems, not to compete with you."
Yu Wuluo continued to be proud: "Last night, the whole family enjoyed the moon. This is how my grandfather and father and mother talked." She replied crisply.
Yu Cun smiled and said: "Well, you are actually good at poetry, but this is an indecent sentence, so you should change it to another one."
Yu Wuluo watched the flowers blossom for a while, then said, "Three peonies are blooming."
Yu Cun laughed: "Okay, but the dialogue is not neat. Can you think of anything else?"
Yu Wuluo frowned, and when she walked to the side of the bamboo, her eyebrows became lively again: "A screen of green bamboo brings out the splendor."
Yu Cun was greatly surprised and looked at his granddaughter again and again: "Who taught you to use a screen to describe green bamboo, and to use elegance to show it?"
"Grandpa, the whole family enjoyed the moon last night. When my father wasn't exchanging poems with my grandfather, he said he would paint Pingtung and Pingxi, so I wrote it down." Yu Wuluo felt very proud again.
Yu Zun searched the poetry books in his belly several times, but could not find this poem. His granddaughter was really smart, so the answer to the mystery had to be solved immediately. When his son was still at home, he called him to ask, and Yu Wuluo's father laughed so hard.
: "Father, what I recited yesterday was Du Mu's ancient poem, Silver Candle Autumn Light Paints the Screen Coldly. I may have recited it twice more before Wu Luo remembered it."
Yu Wuluo nodded his little head: "Yes, father recited too much. He walked to the east and recited to the west."
Yu Cun and his son laughed: "When I come to you, I will paint Pingtung and Pingxi."
"Yes, there are bamboos on the screen."
Yu Cun was very happy and called Yu Wuluo my little talented girl, saying that she had the ancestral talent for poetry and calligraphy.
Yu Wuluo was raised by his grandfather and had a deep relationship with him. When he went out alone, he should always report that he was safe. There was no safer way than a three-year-old child's limerick.
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At six o'clock, Zai finished writing and depositing the manuscript yesterday, so that Zai can sleep in at ease, and also go to the vegetable market leisurely early in the morning. Mmm.