Smuggler of Two Worlds

Su Xiaonuan arrived very quickly, that is, within a few minutes of effort, and appeared in the Courtyard House under the leadership of Lin Wanru.

Seeing that Lin Wanqing is also in the Courtyard House, Su Xiaonuan is obviously very happy.

After calling the Second Young Lady respectfully, she has no interest in the ginseng and Spirit Mushroom piled on the ground.

Even the huge tiger, which is at least six or seven meters long and weighs an estimated one ton, didn’t make Su Xiaonuan even look at it.

I went into the shower room in a hurry, and immediately after seeing hundreds of kilograms of scrap copper, I danced with excitement.

Jiang Fan couldn’t help but stretch out his hand to cover his face, feeling that his values… are collapsing in an irreversible direction.

Looking at Su Xiaonuan dragon walk, tiger steps carrying hundreds of catties of copper and leaving, Lin Wanqing once again showed a look of consternation.

Turning around and looking towards Jiang Fan again, curiously asked: “Big Brother Jiang Fan…you brought the copper?”

“Yes, but not enough, It will take some time to really solve your food crisis.”

Jiang Fan nodded with a smile said.

Lin Wanqing did not continue to inquire, but with his hands on his back, he suddenly circled Jiang Fan.

While turning in a circle, he looked up and down Jiang Fan carefully, and Jiang Fan’s heart looked straight.

“Big Brother Jiang Fan, you should be a scholar, right? You don’t even understand mountain products. You were scared by a big bug just now, but you know something that is impossible to make head or tail of it. Things, only scholars can be so weird.”

After spinning around Jiang Fan a few times, Lin Wanqing suddenly asked.

“Uh…If you use your understanding, I can really be considered a scholar.”

Jiang Fan touched the tip of his nose, and said with no certainty.

But when I think that I graduated with a bachelor degree, lived so many years, and didn’t learn anything, I can read optics. Then I can say that I am a scholar, and there is no problem!

“Reader… Then Big Brother Jiang Fan, surely you can compose poems, right? Would you help me make a poem?”

Lin Wanqing asked suddenly with his big eyes flashing.

“Wanqing, don’t be rude, poems are literary, how can you do it by saying you can do it?”

Lin Wanru frowned.

“Elder sister, I just want to go to Fujiang Gardens to have fun. Tomorrow is the reunion festival. Fujiang Gardens only opens for one day a year. There is not a good poem, so I simply won’t let you in. Well.”

Lin Wanqing took Lin Wanru’s arm and said coquettishly.

A helpless expression appeared on Lin Wanru’s face. Obviously, there is nothing to do with the younger sister who has always loved her.

After a little hesitation, I explained it briefly with Jiang Fan.

It turns out that this Fujiang Gardens is the largest garden in Heyang City. It is said that the construction of the garden is extremely luxurious, and it is the most famous building in Heyang City.

In the Zhou dynasty, there has always been a saying that the wealth of the North is all in Heyang, and that Heyang’s wealth is half-entered Fujiang.

A garden can represent half of Heyang’s wealth. Even if such a statement is too exaggerated, the luxury of Fujiang Gardens is also evident.

People who can build such a garden in Heyang City are of course distinguished.

Currently Emperor Zhou, Emperor Jing Zhou Xian’s relative Uncle, Prince of Wu-Zhou Di, is the owner of this garden.

Calculating, Fujiang Gardens can really be said to be the genuine Royal Garden. Naturally, only the Prince of Wu’s Manor in Heyang can enter and exit freely in Fujiang Gardens.

However, Prince of Wu-Zhou Di likes to have fun with the people, so he stipulated that Fujiang Gardens will be open all night on the 15th Reunion Festival every August.

Anyone who is interested can enter the game, provided that…can make a poem or ci composition above the standard.

As for the theme of the poem, of course, it must be related to the most famous moon in the Reunion Festival.

After listening to Lin Wanru’s explanation, Jiang Fan’s expression is somewhat weird.

Isn’t this the Mid-Autumn Festival of your own world?

As for the poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, of course I can’t do it, but I can’t help the sorrows of my own world, they will do it!

“Wanqing temperament is undecided, some like to have fun, Big Brother Jiang Fan doesn’t need to take seriously.”

Seeing Jiang Fan’s strange expression, Lin Wanru only thought it was his younger sister’s request Making Jiang Fan a little embarrassed, he said quickly.

“Uh…just ask a question, do you know Li Bai Du Fu?”

Jiang Fan suddenly asked thiefly.

“What?”

Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru were stunned at the same time.

“I don’t know? Do you know Su Shi Wang Anshi?”

Jiang Fan continued to ask.

This time it is Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru’s turn to look weird because the sisters don’t know what the hell is happening at Jiang Fan.

“I don’t know? Then it will be easy!”

Jiang Fan snapped his fingers vigorously, and then he waved his hand bravely: “Isn’t it just poetry Come with paper and pen!”

Didn’t expect Jiang Fan would promise so happy, Lin Wanqing without the slightest hesitation put aside his previous doubts.

I ran into the wing happily. After a while, he moved a table out of the wing and quickly laid pen, ink, paper and ink on the table.

The four treasures of the study are very old, but very clean.

Lin Wanqing took his arm and stood at the table. Jiang Fan looked at the neatly arranged snow white rice paper, as it should be by rights… dumbfounded.

Because he forgot, this era is naturally impossible to have a ballpoint pen or a signature pen. If you want to leave handwriting, the only writing tool is a brush.

The problem is that he can’t write calligraphy at all!

Don’t talk about writing, even if it’s just the technique of using a brush, although I learned it when I was young, I have forgotten thoroughly now.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Fan gritted his teeth in Lin Wanqing’s unexpectedly expectant gaze, or brace oneself picked up the brush.

According to the way I understood, I held the pen body and began to write on rice paper.

Lin Wanqing and Lin Wanru standing aside, as Jiang Fan started writing, they soon fell into a petrified state.

Because of Jiang Fan’s writing…it is so weird!

Not even ugly!

At least if you want to evaluate the ugly writing of a character, you have to write this character clearly and horizontally, right? Unsightly is nothing more than the overall structure of the characters is not beautiful enough, and the stroke is not concise enough.

But you are like a tadpole, what’s the matter?

With one stroke, there can be several widths of different thicknesses. Any child who has only attended a private school can not write the characters like this, right?

Obviously felt the changes in the eyes of the two beautiful girls. Jiang Fan blushed a bit, and simply accelerated his writing speed. Anyway, the characters can’t be worse than they are now. Write faster, maybe you can make it together Some smell of wild grass?

With this kind of thought that is close to breaking a jar, a line of poems are quickly presented on the rice paper.

“Among the flowers, a jug of wine, drinking alone i raise the cup, and invite the bright moon and my shadow three ?!”

Lin Wanru carefully identifies the rice paper The upper line of unbearable to look at text was subconsciously muttered.

When the first four sentences of the poem were finished, Lin Wanru suddenly as if was struck by lightning!

Suddenly raised his head, and once again looked towards Jiang Fan, there was already a certain unspeakable fierce emotion in his eyes!

The power of Immortal of Poetry, in this other world, burst into bloom in an instant!

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