Chapter 242： 1 poem

Remember in a second【】

After the flood in Woniu Village, with the help of Jufeng Commercial Bank, a new house was built.

The brand-new courtyard with red roof and white walls is covered with red lanterns, which is particularly beautiful against the background of Kaikai Baixue.

The magistrate walked all the way, stroking his beard and laughing.

Under my own governance, the countryside has such beautiful scenery, which really makes people feel refreshed.

Feeling very happy in my heart, I was in a good mood immediately, and ordered my grandson to compose a poem, praising the richness and beauty of the countryside.

Wei Ziming deliberately showed his presence in front of the little prince, thought about it intently, and soon had an inspiration.

"Several families live in a mountain village, the thatched huts are covered with spring mud, the wheat ridges are slightly open, the mulberry forest is half a pavilion, the calves are released alone across the stream, and there are several chickens in the alleys. It's all like a peach garden, and the tourists are fascinated."

"good!"

After he finished reciting the poem, there were enthusiastic applause all around him.

The villagers of Woniu Village, although they couldn't understand Wen Zouzou's sentence, saw that the tolerance who came with him applauded vigorously, and they also cheered loudly.

"Yeah, that's right, Ziming's eloquence speaks volumes. It can be seen that he has worked hard to learn from the two masters in recent years."

The magistrate Le's beard curled up, and his eyes became slits when he laughed.

"Grandfather has won the prize. Although grandson has a little talent, he is still far behind Miss Su."

Wei Ziming was a little complacent, he glanced at the little prince, and Su Qingluo, who was watching the show with a smile, was fortunately not carried away.

"The little girl of the Su family is full of talent. Fang won the first place in the provincial examination at the age of nine. She is really a rare talent in a century."

The magistrate is old and sophisticated, and he followed his grandson's words, and the connection was seamless.

"Why don't we invite the top of our country examination to compose a poem and have fun with the villagers."

The magistrate of Mingshui applauded in response to the occasion, and in front of his immediate superior, he made no secret of his flattering smile.

"Very good."

The prefect heartily agreed.

"Miss Su, please."

The county magistrate got the approval, Mei's heart was bubbling, and she looked at Su Qingluo with a smile.

"It's a show of shame."

Su Qingluo was not pretentious, moistened her throat, and spoke immediately.

"The mountain village has a good view, the smoke is shining, the river is shallow and clear, and the mountains are high into the sky, and the people are in the cold trees, and the red talisman is at the sunset, and there is no way to visit across the water.

"good!"

When the voice fell, there was applause from all around.

Compared with Wei Ziming's perfunctory, the villagers really appreciate it at the moment.

Although Wen Zouzou's poems are not understandable, it still does not hinder the admiration and worship of the little Fuwa.

"Okay, this poem is suitable for the time and the situation, and it portrays the beauty of the mountain village into three points. It is indeed a rare and good line."

The magistrate was born in two rankings, and when he was young, he was also a young hero who loved dancing, writing, and romanticism.

With just a little comparison, the two children's poems can be distinguished from the superior ones, and Su Qingluo's talent has to be greatly appreciated.

"Li TongRemember to record the poems written by Young Master Wei and Miss Su, and compile them into a book in the future, so that teachers and students in colleges and universities in various towns and villages can circulate them for appreciation."

The county magistrate of Mingshui lost no time in flattering him, and immediately ordered the clerk of the county government to take out his pen and ink and write down the two poems.

"yes."

The document took out the copy, and the pen took the lead, quickly recording what I saw today.

"Um."

The magistrate listened pleasingly, and nodded in satisfaction.

"My lord, it's cold outside and it's not easy to stand for a long time. Why don't you go to Su's house to rest first."

The county magistrate continued his efforts and continued to sycophant.

"Also."

The magistrate was used to enjoying it, and he was really uncomfortable after being outside for a long time in the cold wind, so he immediately agreed and walked to Su Hu's house surrounded by officials.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^