Self-cultivation migrant workers

Everyone knows that Ye Feng's words are too different, even outrageous, but everyone doesn't know what words to use to refute the truth in his words, the four words of free love, for those who are considered by the feudal backward thinking For a person who can't even raise his head, the shock caused by the squeeze is absolutely unimaginable for Ye Feng, who has lived in a modern city since he was a child. .

So Ye Feng can understand their feelings, he is very clear that the theory he just said is really too different, obviously incompatible with the main theme of this era, moral and ethical concepts, so he doesn't care what these people think of him, What he thinks of him, the only thing he cares about is the young lady who has been hiding behind the veil.

After being silent for a long time, the lady behind the scenes finally spoke: "Uncle Fu, you ask them to compose a poem with their own opinions and give it to me. After I read it, I will make my own decision."

Uncle Fu responded sullenly, and ordered the servant girl to present the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ye Feng was surprised, I said, is there still a composition test?Let me talk nonsense and bluff, but let me write the traditional Chinese with a pen, isn't it bullshit?

She turned her head and glanced at Yan Ruyu, and saw that he was looking at her stupidly. Their eyes met for a while, before Yan Ruyu let out a soft cry, and hurriedly glanced away, her bluish-black face seemed to be still red, and her expression looked like Very odd.

Ye Feng shuddered in his heart: "This kid, he won't really like me."

After having this idea, Ye Feng carefully observed this Yan Ruyu. When they met by chance before, Ye Feng naturally had no interest in him. He just felt that he was a bit girlish. Now that the two of them are in the same group, seeing her awkward expression, Ye Feng began to observe him carefully.

Taking a closer look, Ye Feng couldn't help but want to laugh, this kid named Yan Ruyu is not a girlish character at all, but a woman at all.

It's just that his Yi Yi is very subtle, and he can't see it unless he looks closely. If it were someone else, if he didn't have Ye Feng's eyesight, he wouldn't be able to see it at all.

No wonder this kid, oh no, it should be that this girl wears a high-necked gown to hide the Adam's apple on her neck.

A woman also came to apply for the servant of the Li family, what on earth is this Yan Ruyu thinking.

Although Ye Feng has seen through Yan Ruyu's "essence", but there is no need to expose her, he shook his head immediately and asked: "Brother Yan, just now that lady said that she wanted to compose a poem, what does that mean?"

Yan Ruyu lowered her head, not daring to look at Ye Feng, and replied: "Brother Ye, you can just summarize the meaning you expressed in your previous words into a poem. This matter should not be difficult for you."

Ye Feng understands, isn't it just to summarize the central idea in the form of a poem, five words or seven words are fine, as long as it looks like a poem.

But what poetry to write?He knows a lot of ancient Chinese poems, but which one is suitable for the occasion?

After thinking about it, I suddenly thought of a foreign poet named Pei Duofei. It seems that there is a translated poem called Hymn to Freedom, which influenced a large number of revolutionary youths in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. It is quite appropriate to put that poem here. , the most important thing is that the poem has a simple font and not many traditional characters, so it is easier to write.

Seeing that Yan Ruyu next to him had already started to write, Ye Feng didn't hesitate any longer, picked up the pen, spread out the paper, and plagiarized Pei Duofei's famous work to this era.

"Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away."

Fortunately, Ye Feng let out a sigh of relief. There are not many traditional Chinese characters here, and Ye Feng happens to be able to write them.

After finishing writing, Ye Feng looked sideways at Yan Ruyu, seeing that he had just finished writing, he became curious and glanced at his poem quietly.

"A hundred years of love between children is a matter of love, and the world's messages are repeated. The makeup flowers don't know the person in the mirror, but it's a pity that the person in the mirror has no chance; half a life is wandering, and the whole life is tired. It's embarrassing to marry clothes. Women in the world are miserable. Today's Phoenix Nest is tired tomorrow; Laughing people cry after others, who knows the daughter's grievances in the world, the brocade on the cloud tassel is welcomed with kindness, this life is a slave and the next life will be returned."

The handwriting is delicate and the literary talent is brilliant, Ye Feng secretly praised in his heart, although this Yan Ruyu can't tell whether she is beautiful or ugly, but she can write good calligraphy and compose a good poem, which is quite a talent.

His own poems are plagiarized, but Yan Ruyu's poems are genuine. When it comes to writing poems and fus, Ye Feng sighs to himself that they are not as good.

He was peeking at Yan Ruyu's poems, why didn't Yan Ruyu peek at his poems?See the last two sentences he wrote: "For the sake of freedom, both can be discarded." I lamented in my heart: "There are too many shackles in the world, how can I do everything according to my heart, such freedom, I think I will never be able to achieve it in my life."

Uncle Fu put away the poems of Ye Feng and the others one by one, and when he came to Ye Feng, Uncle Fu gave Ye Feng a fierce look with his eyes, wishing to use his eyes as a knife to chop off Ye Feng's hateful face into pulp.

The servant girl passed those poems to the young lady behind the scenes, and after a while, the young lady sighed softly and said: "Everyone has worked hard, and I will ask the housekeeper to host a banquet to treat you all, if you don't mind, you might as well rest in the mansion tonight , On tomorrow morning, I will ask someone to announce the names of the last four servants selected to the public, and you can go to the house to read the list tomorrow, and you will be tired all day, forgive me for being rude, and I will leave first."

The young lady left as soon as she said she wanted to go, called two maidservants, told Uncle Fu to entertain Ye Feng and the others, and hurried away.

There were actually not many people who stayed in Li's mansion for dinner that night. Most of them knew that there was no hope for them to choose family members, so they left consciously. The rest were hopeful. Counting and counting, there were only about twenty people. .Among these people, the farmer Wang Dabao was actually included.

During the meal, Ye Feng, Yan Ruyu, and Wang Dabao, three relatively familiar people, sat together. The food was not luxurious and rich as imagined. After all, their identities were only recruited servants. enough.

During the meal, Wang Dabao felt unhappy when he saw Ye Feng's eyes always gliding over his body, he dropped his chopsticks, wiped his mouth and said, "I said brother, why do you keep looking at me with that kind of eyes, is it your feet? So I shouldn't stay in Jie'er?"

Ye Feng said with a smile: "No, no, brother, don't get me wrong, I'm just (feeling) my brother's extraordinary appetite, and I'm a little surprised."

Yan Ruyu next to her nodded in agreement, without saying a word with a smile.

"I came all the way, how can I not be full? Besides, I don't eat much, but I only ate a dozen buns."

"Not much, not much, really not much." Ye Feng didn't want to entangle with him about food, so he changed the subject and asked, "How did my brother do in the exam today?"

Speaking of this, Wang Dabao seemed to be more interested, so he spit out the half steamed bun he was biting into his mouth, and said loudly: "I heard that brother, you are the leader of today's primary election. If you are the leader, then I It is the second one. After the martial arts competition, I also went to the coolie competition and won the first place. I participated in two of the three assessments, only one less than you. If you are the first, I will be the second. ?"

Ye Feng felt that this guy's logic was really strange, he only took himself as a reference, and he didn't count the others.

Speaking of this, Wang Dabao's face drooped, and he said: "But the re-election, my grades are not good, you can tell me where a group of people are, but I can't get in a word, and then the old man asked me What kind of opinion, I held back for a long time, and only said one sentence."

At this time, Yan Ruyu also came over, and asked with a smile: "Then what did you say, Brother Wang?"

Wang Dabao scratched his head and said: "I said, my opinion is that, I don't have any opinion. In fact, where those people are, it's different, and it's also different. I can't understand a word. It's better to just talk to those people. I was so smart, and then I simply told the old examiner honestly that I don’t know anything, so he doesn’t need to ask me any more.”

Ye Feng patted Wang Dabao's arm, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are very honest and honest. If you don't know, you can't pretend to understand. No matter what others think of you, I like you very much anyway. caste character."

"And me, Brother Wang." Yan Ruyu also raised her thumbs to Wang Dabao, expressing her appreciation.

"Okay, okay, actually I think you two are quite pleasing to the eye." Wang Dabao put the half-bitten steamed bun into his mouth with a foolish smile, and buried his head in picking up the vegetables.

The three chatted and laughed for a while, and just finished their meal, they saw San Dezi trotting over on tiptoe. (To be continued.)