Su Xiaonuan arrived very quickly, and in just a few minutes, under the leadership of Lin Wanru, he appeared in the courtyard.
Seeing that Lin Wanqing was also in the courtyard, Su Xiaonuan was obviously very happy.
After calling her "Second Miss" respectfully, she showed no interest at all in the ginseng and Ganoderma piled on the ground.
Su Xiaonuan didn't even take a second look at the huge tiger, which was at least six or seven meters long and weighed a ton less.
I went straight into the shower room impatiently, and immediately danced with excitement because I saw hundreds of kilograms of scrap copper.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, feeling that his values... were collapsing in an irreversible direction.
Seeing Su Xiaonuan walking away carrying hundreds of kilograms of copper, Lin Wanqing once again showed a shocked expression.
He turned to look at Jiang Fan again and asked curiously: "Brother Jiang Fan... did you bring those coppers?"
"Yes, but it's not enough. It will take some time to truly solve your food crisis."
Jiang Fan smiled and nodded.
Lin Wanqing did not continue to ask, but suddenly circled around Jiang Fan with his hands behind his back.
While circling, he looked at Jiang Fan carefully up and down, making Jiang Fan feel nervous.
"Brother Jiang Fan, you must be a scholar, right? It seems that you don't even understand what a fool is. You were scared to death by a big insect just now, and you know some inexplicable things. Only scholars can be so weird."
After circling Jiang Fan several times, Lin Wanqing suddenly asked.
"Well... if you use your understanding, I can indeed be regarded as a scholar."
Jiang Fan touched the tip of his nose and said uncertainly.
But when I think about how I have graduated with a bachelor's degree and have lived for so many years and have learned nothing but how to read, then there is no problem in saying that I am a scholar!
"You're a scholar... Brother Jiang Fan, you must be able to compose poetry, right? Can you help me compose one?"
Lin Wanqing suddenly asked with his big eyes flashing.
"Wanqing, don't be rude. Poetry is literary. How can it be done just by saying it?"
Lin Wanru scolded with a frown.
"Sister, I just want to go to Fujiang Garden to play. Tomorrow is the Reunion Festival. Fujiang Garden is only open for one day a year. If you don't have a good poem, you won't be allowed in at all."
Lin Wanqing hugged Lin Wanru's arm and said coquettishly.
A look of helplessness appeared on Lin Wanru's face, and it was obvious that there was nothing she could do for the sister she had always loved so much.
After a slight hesitation, he explained briefly to Jiang Fan.
It turns out that Fujiang Garden is the largest garden in Heyang City. It is said that the construction of the garden is extremely luxurious and it is the most famous building in Heyang City.
In the Zhou Dynasty, there has always been a saying that all the wealth in the north is in Heyang, and half of the wealth in Heyang goes to the Fujiang River.
It is just a garden, but it can represent half of the wealth of Xiongcheng Heyang. Even if this statement is too exaggerated, the luxury of Fujiang Garden can also be seen.
Anyone who can build such a garden in Heyang City must be of high status.
The current Emperor of Zhou, the uncle of Emperor Jing Zhou Xian, King Wu Zhou Di, is the owner of this garden.
To sum up, Fujiang Garden can be said to be a genuine royal garden. Naturally, only people from Prince Wu's Mansion in Heyang can freely enter and exit Fujiang Garden on weekdays.
However, King Wu Zhou Di also liked to have fun with the people, so he stipulated that Fujiang Garden would be open for a whole night on the Reunion Festival on August 15th every year.
Anyone who is interested can enter and play in it, provided that... they can produce a poem or lyric above a standard.
As for the theme of the poem, it is of course related to the most famous moon in the Reunion Festival.
After listening to Lin Wanru's explanation, Jiang Fan's expression was somewhat strange.
Isn't this Laoshizi Reunion Festival the Mid-Autumn Festival in my own world?
As for the poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, of course I can't do it, but I can't help but the poets and poets in my world, they can do it!
"Wan Qing's temperament is undecided and she likes to have fun. Brother Jiang Fan doesn't need to take it to heart."
Seeing Jiang Fan's strange expression, Lin Wanru thought it was her sister's request that made Jiang Fan a little embarrassed, so she hurriedly spoke.
"Uh... let me ask you a question, do you know Li Bai and Du Fu?"
Jiang Fan suddenly asked in a suspicious tone.
"What?"
Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru were stunned at the same time.
"Don't know? Do you know Su Shi and Wang Anshi?"
Jiang Fan continued to ask.
Now it was Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru's turn to look weird, because the sisters didn't know what Jiang Fan was up to.
"You don't even know? That's easy!"
Jiang Fan snapped his fingers vigorously, and then waved his hand boldly: "Isn't it just about composing poetry? Bring me a pen and paper!"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan would agree so readily, so Lin Wanqing put aside her doubts without hesitation.
I ran into the wing very happily, and in a short time, I moved a table out of the wing, and then quickly laid out pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.
The four treasures of the study are very old but very clean.
Lin Wanqing took his arm and stood in front of the table. Jiang Fan looked at the neatly arranged snow-white rice paper and was naturally...dumbfounded.
Because he forgot that ballpoint pens or rollerball pens cannot exist in this era. If you want to leave handwriting, the only writing tool is a brush.
The problem is, he can’t write calligraphy at all!
Not to mention writing, even just the technique of holding a brush, although I learned it when I was a child, I have completely forgotten it now.
After hesitating for a while, under the extremely expectant gaze of Lin Wanqing beside him, Jiang Fan gritted his teeth and picked up the brush anyway.
He held the pen body according to the way he understood and began to write on the rice paper.
Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru, who were standing aside, soon fell into a petrified state as Jiang Fan started writing.
Because Jiang Fan’s words... are so weird!
It’s not even ugly!
At least if you want to comment on whether a character is ugly, you have to write the character clearly horizontally and vertically, right? Ugly means that the overall structure of the character is not beautiful enough and the strokes are not concise enough.
But why are you so curved like a tadpole?
A single stroke can actually have several widths with different thicknesses. Any child who has only attended a private school would not be able to write words like this, right?
Clearly feeling the change in the eyes of the two beautiful girls, Jiang Fan blushed a little, and simply speeded up his writing speed. Anyway, the handwriting couldn't be any worse than it was now. If you write faster, maybe you can get a bit of a cursive flavor?
With this thought that was almost like breaking a jar, lines of poetry were quickly presented on the rice paper.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date, raising a glass to the bright moon, facing each other... as three people?!"
Lin Wanru carefully identified the ugly lines of text on the rice paper, and murmured subconsciously.
When Lin Wanru finished reading the first four lines of the poem, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at Jiang Fan again. There was already some unspeakable fiery emotion in his eyes!
The power of the Immortal Poetry suddenly bloomed in this other world!
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