"Oh~" Xiaodong was already used to the fat man's flattery. He just nodded casually and then turned his eyes to the little boy: "Is this it?"
When Xiaodong asked about the little boy, the fat man's round face suddenly smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth.
"He!" The fat man stretched out his chubby pig's trotters and rubbed the boy's hair carelessly, while grinning: "Hey, he is a little prodigy I found among the homeless people outside! Although he is small, but It’s amazing! Not only can I read and write, but I can also do arithmetic, and by the way, I can also write poetry!”
With that said, the fat man proudly patted the little boy on the back of the head like he was letting the dog out, "Quick, let Brother Xiaodong listen to two poems!"
"hiss……"
The little boy was caught off guard by the fat man's slap. He staggered forward a few steps. After finally regaining his balance, he rubbed the back of his head and looked back at the fat man resentfully.
What does it mean to listen to two poems?
Did he really think this was a wet market to buy vegetables? If writing poetry was so simple, there would not be so few good lines spread throughout the world!
"Oh? He is so young, but he can also compose poetry?"
The little boy rolled his eyes there, but on the other side, Xiaodong was intrigued by what the fat man said.
After all, his boss, Xiao Han, was known as a great poet in the Tang Dynasty!
Although Xiao Han has rarely written poems in recent years, every poem that comes out of his mouth is a masterpiece! Even Master Yan, the master of the world, could only shake his head and sigh, feeling ashamed.
With such a person by his side, it's no wonder that Xiaodong is interested in poetry.
"That's it! Don't look at who picked it up?" Seeing that Xiaodong was indeed interested in the little boy, the fat man smiled even brighter. He lifted the boy and caught him, and patted him on the head again: "Also What are you waiting for, come out quickly!"
"Huh? Oh!"
Perhaps he was afraid that if he continued to be photographed like this, he would be photographed like a fool. The little boy hurriedly rubbed his head, then shook his head and said: "Don't let the light disappear first when it is full, and take advantage of the dim shadow to flow temporarily. It can be as bright as a mirror." , why use a song like a hook?"
"good!"
As soon as the little boy finished speaking, the fat man on the side immediately shouted loudly. Although he didn't know what was good about this poem, but if he couldn't understand it, wasn't it good? !
Unlike the fat man who chews peonies and doesn't know the taste, Xiaodong has been around Xiao Han for many years, and he can still hear some of the quality of poetry.
In his opinion, although the poem recited by the little boy was not as good as the famous lines of the Marquis, it was still impressive enough at his age.
"Did you do this?" Xiaodong asked in surprise, looking at the little boy in front of him.
"yes."
Although the little boy was a little afraid of Xiaodong, the pride in his heart still made him try to straighten his chest and nod his answer.
Xiaodong smiled and asked again: "This is written on the moon, right? Does it have a name?"
"Yes!" The little boy nodded shyly: "It's called Wan Chuyue."
"Hmm! When did you write it?"
"Last year, no, the year before...the year before that."
"The year before last? How old were you before?"
"Ten years old..."
"Ten years old? Can you write such a sentence at ten years old?"
Xiaodong didn't believe it, and the expression on his face gradually became serious. The fat man on the side saw that something seemed wrong in the atmosphere. He was afraid that Xiaodong would frighten the little boy again, so he quickly got in between the two of them and asked Xiaodong with a flattering smile. He said, "How about calling him a child prodigy? Do you think it's okay if I show him to Mr. Marquis?"
"How do I know if it works?"
Seeing the fat man's protective look, Xiaodong also realized that his behavior just now was a bit too much.
After all, the other person is just a child. Even if he plagiarizes other people's poems, so what? Didn't Mr. Hou already say that what happened to scholars, how could it be called stealing?
Therefore, after reacting, Xiaodong smiled again and said to the fat man: "I just happen to have something to go to Mr. Marquis's place, so I'll go and ask for you on the way."
"That's a good relationship! That's a good relationship! I just want to trouble Brother Xiaodong. If you have time, I'll treat you to a drink, haha..."
When the fat man saw that Xiaodong no longer asked any more questions, the fat man's face suddenly became full of smiles. He kept raising his hands to Xiaodong. It was not until Xiaodong's figure disappeared into the county government office that he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the little boy. I sat down on a relatively clean step nearby.
"Brother..."
Sitting on the somewhat cold steps, the little boy turned back and took a deep look at the ajar gate of the county government office, and asked the fat man: "Who was this person just now?"
"Him?" The fat man also looked back and said with envy on his face: "He is Mr. Xiao's personal soldier, and he is also the closest person to Mr. Xiao."
"Oh? Are the officers of the personal soldiers very big?" The little boy originally wanted to ask the fat man why he was a little afraid of this person, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate, so he changed his question to a more tactful question.
"He? He's not an official!" The fat man smiled bitterly, and then seeing the little boy's confused look, he explained: "But he is much more powerful than ordinary officials."
"Why...why?"
"Why? Have you never heard of the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister? Although he has no rank or rank, he is the popular man in front of the Marquis! There are many officials outside who can't curry favor with him even if they want to. superior!"
At this point, the fat man suddenly remembered something again, frowned and looked at the little boy: "By the way, was that poem really written by you?"
"Of course!" When the savior asked the same question, the little boy's face turned purple, as if he had been slandered as a thief, and his eye circles began to turn red.
The fat man was right about one thing, he had really been known as a child prodigy since he was a child! I can read at the age of three, write at the age of four, and write poetry at the age of seven!
Not to mention this mere poem, it was worthless in the Tang Dynasty, which valued martial arts over literature. Even if it was worth a thousand pieces of gold... Well, then he really had to think about it...
"Okay, I believe you!"
Seeing that the boy looked aggrieved and about to cry, the fat man's tone gradually began to slow down, but he still whispered a few instructions.
"If the Marquis summons us later, you must pay attention to what you say. As for this poem, don't show off your shame easily. Your poem may scare Brother Xiaodong, but in front of the Marquis..."
The fat man didn't say the next words because he was afraid that if he really said it, it would damage the little boy's self-confidence.
However, the fat man who is a martial artist will never understand that in this world, there is a saying that civility is not the first, martial arts is not the second!
Even though the little boy is only twelve this year, and even though he almost starved to death outside the city a few days ago, when he heard the fat man's obviously flattering words, his unconvinced spirit as a scholar still surged instantly. Come up.
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