Soon, the servant brought a wooden stool and came back with a whip.
Seeing this scene, Su Dongchu finally knew he was afraid, and his face was horrified.
Jiang Yifeng was also frightened. After all, he had never seen a whip being used to educate children.
But at the same time, he understood that if he didn't say something, Su Yingxue would have to deal with Su Dongchu after punishing him, so he hurriedly said: "Wait a minute!"
Su Yingxue's face turned red with anger from Su Dongchu. When she heard Jiang Yifeng wanted to argue, she said angrily: "Why are you waiting?"
Jiang Yifeng took a deep breath, his mind whirled rapidly, and he said slowly: "You can't use family methods on Dong Chu."
cannot……
Are you trying to say that I have no power?
Su Yingxue laughed angrily, "My parents are gone, so I will be in charge of the Su family temporarily. Su Dongchu is my younger brother. He went to a brothel at a young age. Why can't I use family methods on him?"
Jiang Yifeng said calmly: "Because he has to go to school tomorrow. If he is injured, how will he go to school?"
"Then I won't go."
Su Yingxue was so angry that she snorted coldly, "Anyway, he is ignorant and has no skills. Going to the academy will only make the master angry. Rather than letting him be embarrassed outside, it is better to keep him at home to recuperate."
"Su Yingxue, you don't care enough about your brother!" Jiang Yifeng sighed and continued: "Do you know that you are an uneducated and unskilled person, and the poem you wrote today was rated first-class by the Master."
"impossible."
Su Yingxue didn't believe Jiang Yifeng's words at all.
It's not that she looks down on Su Dongchu, it's just that Su Dongchu's performance on weekdays is too poor, giving people the impression that he is playful and doesn't like to study.
As far as she knew, Su Dongchu couldn't even remember the poems taught by Confucius, so how could he write a first-class poem?
Jiang Yifeng did not answer Su Yingxue's question, but looked at Su Dongchu, "Recite the poem you wrote today and show it to your sister."
Su Dongchu said quickly: "Yongxue... one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are all gone."
After listening to the recitation, Su Yingxue fell into silence.
If you only listen to the first two lines of this poem... no, just the first three lines feel too ordinary, or even bad, but if you add the last line, the whole poem is instantly sublimated.
Although it cannot be compared with those poems that have been immortalized through the ages, it is already a rare masterpiece for a young man who is still in school.
Su Yingxue was silent for a long time and asked, "Did you really do this yourself?"
Su Dongchu's face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he said calmly: "Of course I did it myself."
"Make another song live."
Naturally, Su Yingxue would not believe Su Dongchu easily. After all, the situation at this time was like a scumbag who suddenly got full marks in the exam. Anyone would question it.
"Su Yingxue, are you deliberately trying to embarrass me? How can I compose a poem for you so late at night?" Su Dongchu was anxious.
"If you don't do anything, just take care of yourself."
Su Yingxue said in a tone that could not be refuted.
At this time, Jiang Yifeng walked forward calmly, patted Su Dongchu on the shoulder, and guided: "The moonlight is good today, so you can write a poem with the title of the moon."
The theme is the moon.
Su Dongchu suddenly thought of something. He hesitated for a while, and then slowly said: "Jing Ye Si... The bright moonlight in front of the window is probably frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown."
On the way back, Jiang Yifeng wrote the poem that Su Dongchu would hand in tomorrow in advance and asked Su Dongchu to memorize it.
It was just that he never expected that this move would actually meet Su Yingxue's inspection, which was an unexpected surprise.
"This poem uses vernacular-like language to carve out a bright and quiet night. There is no gorgeous rhetoric. The full text is fresh and simple. The scenery, environment, and emotions are vividly and movingly described, which is very subtle."
After Su Yingxue listened to Jingyesi, she gave a high evaluation. She even felt that this seemingly simple poem was far superior to her in level.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it was true.
She couldn't help but feel joy in her heart.
The reason why she was angry just now was partly because of Jiang Yifeng, and partly because Su Dongchu went to a romantic place like a brothel instead of seeking advancement.
The eldest brother doesn't like doing business and joined the army early. But she is a woman and will get married in the future, so Su Dongchu will eventually take over the Su family's business.
However, Su Dongchu had the tendency to become a playboy at a young age. How could she trust him to hand over the Su family's property to him?
But now, Su Dongchu showed signs of getting better, which made her very happy.
only……
Su Yingxue frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Why do you suddenly know how to write poetry?"
"Because I went to a brothel."
Jiang Yifeng was worried that Su Dongchu would reveal his secrets, so he took the lead and explained: "In my eyes, there are two types of reading, one is to read by rote, and read by rote... This way of reading is memorizing by rote, and you can't understand the content of the book at all."
"The other way is to travel thousands of miles instead of reading thousands of books, and combine the content in the book with life. Not only can you understand the content of the book, but you can also appreciate the artistic conception of the book."
"On the surface, Dong Chu went to a brothel, but in fact he went to experience the sufferings of the brothel girls. In the eyes of a person like you who is indifferent to the world, the brothel girls are unclean, but have you ever thought about it, if you can Who would want to be reduced to a brothel if they have enough food and clothing?"
As soon as this was said, the scene became extremely quiet.
Both Su Yingxue and the servants held their breath, thinking about Jiang Yifeng's words.
yes!
In this era where chastity is regarded as life, it is impossible to fall into a romantic place if there is even the slightest chance.
At this time, Jiang Yifeng suddenly looked at Su Yingxue and asked, "Do you know what it feels like to be hungry?"
Su Yingxue thought for a moment, "A hungry person has an empty stomach and a desire to eat..."
"You can stop."
Jiang Yifeng directly raised his hand to interrupt Su Yingxue and shook his head, "What you said is just the hunger described by others, not the hunger you experience yourself, and the real hunger is not like this."
After saying that, Jiang Yifeng looked at Zhuer, "Tell me, what does hunger feel like?"
Hearing this, Pearl fell into silence, as if some bad memory had been awakened, and couldn't help but tremble, "When I'm hungry, there seems to be a fire burning in my stomach, I feel dizzy, and I can't control anything I eat." Without self-control, people are like wild beasts, willing to do anything just for a bite to eat.”
When Su Yingxue heard Zhu'er's description, she didn't know what to say.
She grew up in a wealthy family. Not to mention the feeling of hunger, even if the food was a bit unpalatable, she would not eat it, so she could not feel the feeling of hunger.
At this moment, she somewhat understood the meaning of the saying that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.
Jiang Yifeng said sincerely: "Dong Chu won the first-class poem, which said that it was written about snow, but in fact it was a woman from a brothel who told Dong Chu the scene when she left home, so Dong Chu told Dong Chu through the description of snow. The miserable life experience of the brothel girl, the world is completely white, and there is nowhere to stay."
Zheng Banqiao: "Yes... yes? It turns out that I thought so much at the time."
Jiang Yifeng used the method of reading comprehension in his previous life. Regardless of whether it was there or not, he just pressed hard on it. Anyway, as long as part of it made sense.
It's a pity that Su Yingxue is not that easy to deceive and still shows no sign of relenting.
However, compared to her previous attitude, she was not so tough now and had doubts about herself.
Seeing this, Jiang Yifeng filled the fire again, "Yongxue has finished speaking, let's talk about this poem "Quiet Night Thoughts".
"What is quiet night thinking? As the name suggests, it is thinking alone in the dead of night, but have you ever thought about it, in the dead of night, when everyone else is sleeping, why does Dong Chu think?"
"Because he can't sleep. He misses his parents. Even though he is not small, he is actually still a child. Children tend to lack a sense of security. As a sister, you are focused on business and rarely care about him. He is alone at night. I can’t sleep, I can only miss my parents and the feeling of being cared for.”
After saying this, Jiang Yifeng sadly walked up to Su Dongchu, hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "If you don't want to die, cry quickly. The sadder you cry, the better."
However……
Su Dongchu, a heartless guy who never thought about his parents, could cry, "Brother-in-law, I can't cry."
Jiang Yifeng was worried and said, "Brother-in-law, help you."
After saying that, he put his hand on Su Dongchu's waist and pinched it hard.
In an instant, heart-wrenching cries echoed throughout the Su family.
