Originally, everyone planned to make a round of poems from one to ten, but they felt that time was really limited. The main reason was that everyone started to craving barbecue.

"Let the order decide, how will our flying flower order be carried out later?" Xiaoxiao looked at Mr. Zhou.

Since Mr. Zhou saw Aunt Miu baking two chickens with mud, he couldn't sit still. He simply smiled and said, "It's noon soon, let's go to the last round! He had just written a word, then we will finish the two to ten rounds in one round. What do you think?"

Everyone naturally agreed, and Ruicai smiled and said, "Stop drawing lots, just say whoever thinks of it!"

Aunt Mihu squatted not far away and just added a fire to the roasted chicken. Hearing what he said here, he hurried over and said, "I'll say first, I'll tell you first, I know one! It's still a poem!"

"Let me tell me!" Everyone was curious about what "character poems" that my aunt could say. The villagers often called those words "character poems", so they also called traditional poems "character poems".

Aunt Mifu thought for a while and cleared her throat and said, "Sell new silk in February, and eat new valley in May!"

There are also some that you have heard of, and some that you have never heard of.

Ruicai was puzzled first and said, "These two lines of poetry are very strange. My family raises silkworms to make silk. The silkworms in February have not spit silk yet, so how can they sell new silk? Besides, my family used to plant millets, and they were sown in spring and harvested in autumn. Seedlings just grew in May, so where did the new grain come from?"

Xizi asked Ruicai: "What is a sacrificial matter?"

"It means selling grain." Xiaoxiao remembered that when he was in elementary school, he once learned a text called "Sauce Rice", which was written by Mr. Ye Shengtao.

Youqing secretly observed the expressions of everyone present and whispered: "Mr. Zhou, tell us the meaning of this poem."

Mr. Zhou's expression was a little solemn: "It seems that living in the countryside for three days is indeed too short, and the children in the city still have little understanding of farming." As he said that, he asked his aunt Mihu first: "Can you know the whole poem? Can you explain the poetry?"

The aunt Mifu lowered her head and rubbed the mud on her hands: "I can't recite the poem. This sentence is a saying that I often heard when I was a child. Whenever my family couldn't get rid of the blame, the elderly would recite these two sentences: Selling new silk in February and selling new grain in May, which is to force people to death! Think about it, just as the February silkworms were inauspicious, they had to sell all the new silk for the year. The millet in May just emerged, and the millet for the year had to sell all the millet for the year! There was no money left for the family's food... I thought, this was probably the previous year, when the food was collected, people were afraid of collecting food!"

When Xiaoxiao heard this, he felt infinite emotion in his heart. Although the agricultural taxes in the Yuanlong Dynasty are not heavy now, these villagers are still living in poverty, especially those in need like the third grandfather's family, who always have to rely on borrowing food to make a living every year for several months.

Mr. Zhou looked at the students in front of him and said, "Who do you know this poem?"

Youqing bit her lips for a while and said nothing, but she was trying hard to recall the content of this poem in her heart. She had read it before, but she couldn't remember a single sentence at this time. She couldn't even remember who the poet was.

The other people seemed to have never heard of this poem, even the amateur contestants in the poetry competition, Xiaoxiao, had never heard of it.

Finally Ni Jie cleared her throat: "This is "The Story of the Family" by the late Tang Dynasty poet Nie Yizhong: New silk is sold in February, and New Valley is in May. The doctor has the sores in front of him, and the flesh in his heart is cut off. I wish the king's heart will turn into a candle of light. It will not shine on the silk banquet, but only on the escaped house."

The poems do not have too much verbal modification, but instead show a status quo before readers, which makes people feel even more uncomfortable.

After a while, Youqing looked at the two gentlemen and said, "Fortunately, the priest was a wise king, and there was no more tragedy in the world."

But no one answered, as if everyone was still in deep thought. Youqing coughed twice and added tea to everyone.

Ni Jie's eyes turned to the mountains in the distance: "When I was very young, I caught a drought for a year, and there were children who starved to death in the village."

When everyone heard this, they stopped talking.

Xiaoxiao asked the two aunts: "Is there a lot of food borrowing in the village? Those who have strong labor like the two aunts should be considered relatively wealthy, right?"

Aunt Gui frowned and said, "Although my tiled house is the best in the village, my family cannot avoid borrowing grain and money every year."

"The rice, flour, grain and oil you sent a few days ago really saved several families' urgent needs! Even the lives of several families!" Aunt Mihu said, "The two families in the village are extremely poor. They took your fine grains to the market and exchanged them for a lot of coarse grains, which is enough to eat for the New Year!"

Mr. Yan didn't understand the intention and asked his students: "Did you donate food to the villagers?"

Ruicai nodded: "Our pawn shop collected a lot of grain and oil at a low price on the last day. Finally, everyone discussed giving the grain to the farmers in the village in difficulty, just to act as a charity business." Ruicai was also moved as he said, "I really didn't expect that it would take the big deal."

When Mr. Yan heard this, he looked at the five students one by one: "It's rare that you have unified your opinions, it's rare."

Ruicai quickly added: "There is Furong, she also agreed at that time."

Youqing's face turned a little pale, and she was afraid that someone would say on the spot, "Youqing firmly opposed it at that time, but later we convinced him." That would be like stabbing a knife in his face.

Mr. Yan looked at Mr. Zhou: "No wonder the mountain leader must add that luxury last night."

When each student heard the word "You" raised his head and looked at the two gentlemen.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "I was going to go back to the female school and make it public. Since Mr. Yan said that, I will give you a clear idea. Before deciding to come to the countryside, Mr. Shanzhang had already set several benchmarks for this training trip, including how much money each group earns, including the innovative intention, and the most important thing is the act of charity and business."

When everyone heard these words, their heartbeats could not help but beating faster. Some people did it for the word "You", some people were affirmed for their behavior, and some people were for the innocent heart of an old mountain...

Mr. Zhou's voice was a little excited: "Everyone thought that the three-day test was already extremely strict. It was not easy for students to survive, and it was even more difficult to make money. As for the act of a charity businessman... In difficult times, I'm afraid that real businessmen will not be able to do it, let alone you female students. The most important thing is that you donate food before accounting for the total account, which is even more rare!"

Hearing this, Xiaoxiao remembered the words of the Ni Festival that day, "It is because of this pressure that it is considered a choice."

Mr. Yan looked at everyone with some wet eyes: "It's hard for you. If you can do this, I will no longer worry about your future."

Xizi smiled and said, "That day, the student aid told us that we should do what we want as a group shop to do as much as possible so that we can do the trip."

Youqing was completely relieved, and thought that the mountain leader might really give everyone a favor. The joy in his heart was about to overflow, so he laughed and said, "We are all thinking of repaying Dawangzhuang as much as possible and letting the villagers live a good life! Everyone has written letters to their homes, and the family will send some things over the past two days, and they will be distributed to the villagers at that time."

Mr. Zhou wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again. The mountain leader's affairs were already leaked, and he was afraid that he would make mistakes if he said too much.

But Xiaoxiao said what he wanted to say: "If you can save it, you can't help it, you can't help it. It's better to teach people how to fish than to fish."

The two aunts listened to everyone's discussion in amazement. At the end, Aunt Gui said, "You are all small vendors, so how can you give us anything! You have good ideas!" As she said that, she looked at her and smiled: "This daughter has the most ideas, so I will listen to her! After the big fuzzy family has booked a small mountain, my family will book this Lingling Mountain!"

Mr. Yan burst into laughter when he heard this: "What is Lengling Mountain?"

Later, everyone discovered that there was a monument on the top of the mountain, which read "Lingling Mountain"...

"Why is this mountain called Lingling Mountain? There must be a reason?" Xiaoxiao asked. At first, he thought that the name of Lengling Mountain was because there were many stones on the mountain, but now it seems that there are not many stones on this mountain and the vegetation is very wide.

"The mountain chief also asked some old people in the village for this reason, saying that there are many herbs similar to Linglingxiang on this mountain, but unlike Linglingxiang in Lingnan, the taste is lighter and the effect of medicine is not obvious, so it is only treated as wild grass by the villagers." Mr. Zhou said.

Aunt Mihu quickly found a grass and took it over: "It's just this thing, it's not suitable for eating or drinking, and it's not fragrant enough for spices."

Xiaoxiao took the grass and didn't recognize it, but when she put it on the tip of her nose, she felt the wilderness of spring flowers: "This is a good thing, just like that sweet grass root, it will definitely be useful."

"I believe you!" Aunt Gui was very smiling recently.

Youqing was not very comfortable when she was just smiling at the words "teaching people to fish". She clearly thought that her proposal to give money would be praised by everyone, but Tang Yingyuan always had a way to focus everyone's attention on herself.

You cleared his throat lightly and smiled at Mr. Yan, "Our flying flower order has only reached the second time. Will the ones coming later?"

"Of course, it's time to finish it," Mr. Yan smiled at the smile sitting beside him and smelling vanilla: "Yingyuan will talk about the third place."

The gentleman named him, Xiaoxiao quickly started thinking about it, preparing to say a poem about wind, flowers, snow and moon to soften the serious atmosphere just now: "The north wind blows away the snow in the third evening, and the beautiful soul is still in love with the peach blossom moon."

Everyone felt beautiful when they listened.

Mr. Zhou asked unconsciously: "I am ignorant and have never heard of this poem."

Mr. Yan also said curiously: "I have never heard of it. I just think the idea is novel and the words are beautiful. Which poet belongs to?"

When asked by the two gentlemen, Xiaoxiao was also confused on the spot: "Isn't this He Zhu?"

Mr. Zhou said with certainty: "No."

Mr. Yan also thought for a while: "The song He Zhuo is: The third update, and the courtyard is illuminating the snow of pear blossoms."

Xiaoxiao scratched his head and heard Xizi say, "Is it still Mr. Rong?"

Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that it wasn't true. He muddled the poems. The two sentences he read just now were obviously from Nalan Rongruo: "Yes, I blame me for not remembering them badly. This sentence was from an old book I saw before."

Although Xiaoxiao was not wrong, she took the initiative to pick up a chrysanthemum and put it in her hair.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "Let me read the next four, I already have it: there are brothers everywhere, who is the passerby?"

"Mr. Zhou is open-minded," Ni Jie read the word "five": "Five horses, thousands of gold furs, and I will exchange them for fine wine, and I will share the same sorrow as you."

"There are bold and unrestrained festivals." Mr. Yan then recited: "The cultural relics and grass of the Six Dynasties are empty, the sky is light and the clouds are leisurely and the present is the same as the past."

"Mr. Yan is indifferent," Xizi smiled, "It's a pity that I am a small family member: July 7th, look back at Xiaosanlang."

Youqing blushed for Xizi. How could such love poems be read in public? But seeing that everyone looked like they were appreciating, no one felt that it was inappropriate, so he swallowed the sentence "Hu Tian is flying snow in August" that he was about to recite and changed it to: "At the age of eight, he could draw with his long eyebrows."

"Youqing's resentment," Ruicai smiled and said, "It's common to find it in King Qi's house, and Cui Jiutang heard it several times in front of him."

As a result, Aunt Gui is left: "You are already nine, and you are only ten left! This time I will say a word. When I was my daughter, the old scholars in our neighborhood often read: I would rather live ten years less than a day without permission!"

These two aunts are serious literature when they open their mouths.
Chapter completed!