After hearing this, Li Shimin couldn't help but admire: "What a poem, what a poem!"
Next to him, Cheng Zhijie asked in surprise: "Your Majesty, this little beast must be reading randomly, right? It made the Emperor laugh."
Li Shimin said dumbfounded: "This is really a good poem. I didn't mean to laugh at it. If you don't believe it, just look at everyone's reaction."
Cheng Zhijie couldn't help but look at the wedding scene, and saw that most of the people there were extending their thumbs in appreciation and admiration!
Seeing this scene, Cheng Zhijie was surprised and happy, but also couldn't believe it.
Is that really my son?
This kid can actually write poetry? And the poems he writes can make so many people give thumbs up?
When will it happen?
Cheng Zhijie suddenly felt that the three cartloads of paper money he burned for his ancestors during the New Year were really not in vain!
This is the manifestation of the ancestors!
Cheng Zhijie decided that after returning, he must burn three more cartloads of paper money!
For a moment, Cheng Zhijie was so beautiful that he grinned and pulled Qin Qiong to ask: "Old Qin, can your kid know how to compose poetry?"
Qin Qiong rolled her eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.
Cheng Zhijie took Yuchi Gong's hand again and asked with a smile: "Old Yuchi, can your kid know how to compose poetry?"
Yuchi Gong's face darkened and he asked, "You idiot Cheng, do you want to fight?"
Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong are really tough guys, and Cheng Zhijie is such a ruthless gangster that he doesn't dare to provoke these two guys.
So, Cheng Zhijie simply pretended not to hear, stretched out his head and asked Li Xiaogong: "Old Li, can your boy compose poetry?"
Li Xiaogong rolled his eyes and expressed that he did not want to talk to Cheng Zhijie.
Cheng Zhijie still felt that it was not enough, so he simply ran to the table of civil servants and asked Fang Xuanling: "Old Fang, can your kid write poetry?"
At this question, Fang Xuanling's eyes turned red and there were tears in his eyes.
Heroes don't shed tears easily, but they haven't reached the sad point yet!
Fang Mou Du Duan, this is the famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty!
Fang Xuanling's knowledge and strategy are definitely scholarly.
But what about educating children? It is definitely a model of failure.
Fang Yiai is a typical second-generation ancestor who is ignorant and unskilled!
It's okay to be upset at ordinary times, but today I was actually asked in the face by this old guy Cheng Zhijie.
Even Cheng Dashao’s son has learned to compose poetry and can do it so well!
His own son is actually worse than the son of idiot Cheng?
I really don’t have the face to see anyone!
Seeing that Fang Xuanling was so excited that she almost shed tears, Cheng Zhijie quickly smiled and said: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't blame Zai'er for this kind of thing, it's all a good thing, a good thing!"
Cheng Zhijie's words almost made Fang Xuanling angry.
Don't you feel guilty when you say this?
Your seed is good, so the son you gave birth to can write poetry? You can say this kind of thing, I dare to ask you, do you still have the shame?
As a result, even Li Shimin couldn't stand listening anymore and said to Cheng Zhijie with a tigerish face: "Zhijie, go back to me!"
Cheng Zhijie then said with unfinished meaning: "Yes, I will go back now."
It’s really not that fun, there are still several people to show off!
…
By the way, while Cheng Zhijie was showing off his cubs, Cheng Chuliang was teaching Fang Yiai a lesson.
"Do you know how long it will take for the piece of meat you threw away to grow? Do you know how hard it is for the farmers?"
Fang Yiai was so punished by Cheng Zhijie that she could hardly hold her head up.
Although Fang Yiai is a bit messy, she is not stupid at all.
I don’t know what happened today, but Cheng Chuliang became even more talkative.
Fang Yiai really didn't know how to refute his words.
And Cheng Chuliang was addicted to teaching people lessons today and couldn't stop at all.
“One grain of millet is planted in spring, and ten thousand grains are produced in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers still starve to death!”
This guy was really full of affection this time. Not only was he reciting the whole poem sonorously and powerfully, but when he said the touching parts, there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
And this poem once again stunned everyone in the audience.
Of these two poems about pity for the peasants, the first one was certainly the most famous in later generations. It can be said to be a household name, known to all women and children.
But on this occasion, it was the second poem that touched everyone more.
Because this problem is what everyone here needs to solve.
How could Cheng Chuliang write such a poem?
Let’s not mention everyone’s suspicions, just talk about Cheng Zhijie.
When Cheng Zhijie heard that his most troubled son actually composed a poem on the spot and shocked the audience again, Cheng Zhijie suddenly became extremely proud.
He patted his chest and said with great pride: "Listen, listen, my son can compose poetry! It's my old son who is better!"
Seeing Cheng Zhijie's arrogant look, the generals at the table wanted to push him to the ground and beat him up.
But it would be false to say that they are not envious in their hearts.
Who doesn’t want his son to become a dragon? Who doesn’t want his daughter to become a phoenix?
When you see someone else’s son making a big splash, don’t you feel envious, jealous, and resentful?
At the scene, Cheng Chuliang continued to reprimand: "A farmer plants a seed in the spring and can harvest 10,000 grains in the autumn. The land within the four seas is full of crops, but some farmers are still starving to death! And you?
?But you are wasting food here, you are really, really not a good son!"
Cheng Chuliang couldn't remember the word "son of man" for a while, so he changed it temporarily.
But it doesn't matter, it shouldn't damage my heroic spirit.
Fang Yiai was so scolded by Cheng Chuliang that she couldn't hold her head up, but Li Tai next to her could hear the flaw in Cheng Chuliang's explanation.
Li Tai couldn't help but ask: "Cheng Chuliang, is your poem wrong? One seed can harvest ten thousand grains. How can a farmer starve to death if he has so much harvest?"
Hearing Li Tai's words, Fang Yiai's eyes couldn't help but light up, and she quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, it's impossible to starve to death! You are just talking nonsense!"
However, what the two of them did not notice was that when they said these words, not only Li Shimin but also all the ministers showed a look of disappointment on their faces.
After hearing the two people's questions, Cheng Chuliang immediately explained happily: "Haha, that's because you have never been to the people, and you don't understand the sufferings of the people at all! Those farmers have to pay taxes, and if they encounter corrupt officials,
We still have to search for them!”
"They can only keep a small part of the food they grow. Most of it is expropriated. If there is a disaster or they get sick, they won't be able to survive!"
After listening to Cheng Chuliang's words, Li Tai took a deep breath and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he stopped talking.
Fang Yiai stared at Cheng Zhijie and said, "You said that I have never been to the people and don't understand the sufferings of the people. Do you really understand?"
Cheng Chuliang couldn't help but said proudly: "Huh! It's terrible to be uneducated! Although I have never been there, I read a lot!"
