Happy peasant girl

Chapter 92
When Lin Qingxi heard Huai's introduction, she felt "suddenly" in her heart, it turned out that her mother's father was her master, so it means that her master was the first to get the moon when she was close to the water.However, this teacher seems to be a friendly person, but what is he like in reality?

"Xi'er, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and meet your master!" Seeing Lin Qingxi, Mrs. Huai just stared at Huai Shaozhi in a daze, without any blessings, and felt a little anxious, her father attaches great importance to etiquette .

"Xi'er worship..." On the way here, Huai's family taught Lin Qingxi some etiquette and manners of a lady, and now Lin Qingxi has also reacted.

However, Huai Shaozhi raised his hand to stop her, and said, "Wait a minute, there is no rush for this gift, let me test you first."

Huai Shaozhi's words, even Lin Qingyun and Lin Qingfei behind him could see that he hadn't recognized Lin Qingxi as his disciple and grandson, if Lin Qingxi failed the test, then the word "Master" It can't be called out, Lin Qingxi naturally knows this.

Huai's family, Master Kong Chen, and the other three elders did not speak. If Huai Shaozhi wanted to test someone, even if the current emperor spoke to stop him, it would not work.What's more, many scholars and literati in the world are eager for Huai Shaozhi to test them.

Lin Qingxi nodded to Huai Shaozhi, she tried her best in this exam as much as she could.

"Little girl, you just write four poems with the four words 'eat', 'drink', 'play', and 'le' as the theme, Yuanbao, and prepare the four treasures of the study." Huai Shaozhi didn't feel that he The elders are "bullying" the younger generation, since Lu Zhiming, Huai Shi, and Zhang Xian always praised this girl's poetry in their letters, so today he will test it on the spot.

Lin Qingxi is not good at composing poems on the spot, even with a brush, she has practiced only [-]% of Huai's level in the past year or so.But she had no way out, so she had to take one step at a time.

After grinding the ink and laying out the paper, Yuan Bao dipped the top-quality Langhao pen in ink and delivered it to Linqingxi in person.

Just because of the behavior of Yuan Bao, a child who is about the same age as her, Lin Qingxi also knew that she could not back down, so she could only take the pen and start to write one by one.

"This state is a bamboo town, and the valleys are full of spring bamboo shoots. The mountain men folded them and carried them to the morning market to vend. Many things are cheap, and double coins are easy to buy. Put them in the cooking pot and cook at the same time as the rice. The purple sheaths are broken. Brocade, plain muscle breaks new jade. Add meals every day, and don’t think about meat over time. I have been a guest in Beijing for a long time, and this taste is often insufficient. And don’t hesitate to eat, the south wind blows like bamboo.” Lin Qingxi finished the first poem , Yuan Bao picked it up and held it to Huai Shaozhi with both hands. He saw the name of the poem "Shizhu" written on the far right end of the poem, and the content of the poem followed.

"This poem is not bad, not bad! It's just that the spring bamboo shoots 'I don't think about the meat' is a bit too exaggerated. The poor monk has eaten spring bamboo shoots, and the taste is not very good!" Master Kongchen heard Huai Shaozhi read the first words The first poem written by Lin Qingxi, nodding for a while, shaking his head for a while and saying.

"Master, you haven't met a good cook, but there is no such thing as spring bamboo shoots!" Lin Qingxi's talented Huai family is not worried, and her cooking skills are even better. Since the poem says that spring bamboo shoots are delicious, then she You will be able to make delicious spring bamboo shoots.

"Tulips in Lanling wine, amber light from jade bowls. But it makes the owner drunk, and I don't know where is another land." Immediately after the second poem was finished and the ingot was about to be presented to Huai Shaozhi, another The old man picked it up halfway, and after reading it, he was amazed, "It's not simple, it's not simple! This song "Ke Zhong Xing" is really free and unrestrained. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it was written by a little girl."

"Brother She, this child has received such praise from you, it seems that he has a bright future, ha ha!" Another old man stroked his beard and laughed.

"Brother Qingwen, even if I don't praise him, this kid is still a child prodigy." Su Shezhi said.

"Don't praise her too much. Although these two poems are well written, it's a pity that the characters are too ugly, and you need to work hard." Huai Shaozhi looked at Lin Qingxi's characters with some disgust.

"Father, Xi'er has worked very hard. Every day she has to help the family with the work and go to the fields to farm. At a young age, she was forced by her daughter and husband to read and practice calligraphy. It has only been a few months. This word can be written like this. It makes my daughter feel unbelievable." The child is her own good, but others can't say it, and Huai's is the same, even if the other party is her father.

Lin Qingxi was very moved by Huai's explanation for herself in this way, but she didn't say anything, but wrote poems more attentively.Soon, the third and fourth songs were freshly released.

"Only officials and tourists are surprised by the new phenology. Clouds and rosy clouds come out of the sea and dawn, and plums and willows cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow birds, and the sun turns to green apples. Suddenly hear the old tune, and return to thinking about it."

"Sprays mean thousands of miles of snow, peach blossoms are silent, and a team of spring. A pot of wine, a pole body, how many people are happy as you are. A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon thread, and a light hook. Flowers are full of flowers, wine is full of Ou , Freedom in thousands of hectares.”

"Good! Good! Good! It's really well written, brother Shao Zhi, if you don't want this grandson, you can let me be your brother. I would like to accept her as a disciple." After entering the courtyard from Linqingxi, he didn't speak. An old man in Tsing Yi suddenly said excitedly after Lin Qingxi finished writing.

"Brother Shanping, are you serious?" Su Shezhi looked at Xue Shanping in surprise and asked.

Xue Shanping is a well-known contemporary hermit writer in the state of Chu, and his talents and learning are the highest among the five of them. Up to now, he has only one student under his sect.

"Seriously, of course! Girl, it's good for you to be my apprentice. I'm no worse than you, a master. If you join my sect, you just need to call these old men 'Uncle Master'." Xue Shanping always speaks straightforwardly. Straight up, he really likes Linqingxi, a talented little girl.

However, his words "Master Uncle" made Lin Qingxi take a small step back in embarrassment. If she called her Master "Master Uncle", then the seniority between her and her Master would be messed up, and it was not allowed in ancient times. Betrayed Shimen?She doesn't want to be that kind of unkind, unrighteous, unfaithful and unfilial traitor.

So, when Xue Shanping finished speaking, she shook her head vigorously.

Lin Qingxi's refusal made Huai Shaozhi very happy. To be honest, he was really worried that Lin Qingxi would agree. After all, this little girl was not blind. He didn't believe that she couldn't see that Xue Shanping was not an ordinary old man. Children are loyal.

"Okay, brother Shanping, my grandson is just a wild child in the countryside. There are tens of thousands of disciples who want to join you, so why do you have to fight with your younger brother?" Huai Shaozhi's "disciple" officially recognized Linqing. brook.

"Apprentice Lin Qingxi has met Master!" Before Xue Shanping could speak, Lin Qingxi hurriedly saluted Huai Shaozhi's blessing, which could be regarded as an indirect rejection of Xue Shanping again.

(End of this chapter)