The maid Dong'er was sweating heavily and her face was bleak. Her face was flushed red. She followed Tang Yu panting and said, "Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang, what are you doing?"

"Catch the chicken!"

"Quick, hurry, block over there, block that rooster..."

"Hey, why don't you move? Can't even catch a chicken? Come on, I'll block it here...you drive from there..."

Tang Yu shouted loudly, waving his arms to direct the little maid with a panicked look on his face.

It’s not right for Dong'er to enter or retreat. The scholar from Gongzi Tang, who was a scholar from a scholarly family, caught chickens, stroking his sleeves and rolling up his robe. If this matter spreads, what big joke would it make?

"Young Master...why are you catching chickens? Should I wait for Mr. Su to come back..."

"Why are you catching a chicken when he comes back? Hurry up, hurry up, catch that big one!"

"Puchi, giggle..." Dong'er stretched out her hand, and this time she finally caught a big reed rooster. Tang Yu was overjoyed and rushed over and said:

"Okay, okay, you're still a little girl, flexible! Hurry, pull out the hairs on your wings..."

"Tsk, tsk, I can't find goose feathers, so I'll use chicken feathers, it's better to use chicken feathers than to use a brush. Pull it up quickly, pull it up quickly, otherwise Su Bo will come back later and we will be scolded again!" Tang Yu's face was very excited.

I couldn't sleep, so I was bored. I had inspiration in my mind and came up with two functions, but I didn't have any writing operations.

He was really not used to using the brush, and the brush speed was too slow, so he didn't know where to find the goose feathers, so he could only put his ideas on a few chickens in the yard outside the east wing.

"Swish, swish!" Tang Yu quickly pulled out a few long feathers on his wings, and then let go, the frightened rooster ran around and ran away.

Holding the chicken feathers in his hand, Tang Yu waved his hand and said, "Dong'er, continue to guard me, just like I've caught a few more, I'll make these ones first!"

The medieval Western quills were not written with just a single goose feather.

Goose feathers need to go through several processes such as hardening and decontamination, and then dip them in ink to make a good pen to use the adsorption of goose feathers to the ink.

Fortunately, Tang Yu made quills with his companions when he was a child. Although this thing is very easy to damage, it is currently the best writing tool he can find.

So, Tang Yu went into the house to make a chicken pen. Dong'er dared not violate Tang Yu's orders and continued to catch roosters in the yard.

Dong'er is very young, about twelve or thirteen years old, and she is also a child's character.

At the beginning, she was really scared when she saw Tang Yu catching a rooster.

But she caught the chicken with Tang Yu and plucked the hair. Seeing the young master smiling and sweeping away the gloomy and dull look she had before, she felt happy, so she tried very hard to catch the chicken.

"Puchi, puchi!" Another big rooster was caught by her.

She was overjoyed and shouted, "Young Master, I have caught another one...uh..."

The smile on her face had just melted away, but it quickly froze on her face.

At the entrance of the small garden, two people stood in Tingting.

One person was wearing a light red long dress, with a cold face, his eyes wide open, and his hands were stuck in his waist. His appearance was so angry that he was trembling all over.

And behind it, there was a tall woman in white robe with a frightened face and a pale face. Seeing these two people, Dong'er said, "Ah..." and was so scared that she was gone.

He quickly relaxed his hand, and the rooster "puchi" flew and screamed, and threw the chicken feathers all over the floor.

"Sister Mei...Mei'er, little...sister?"

When Dong'er's legs became weak, she fell to the ground and shivered.

Sister Meier in the eldest lady's room was enough to make Dong'er scared. Unexpectedly, even the lady came. What should I do today?

Zheng Meier looked around the messy garden, and her anger rolled up. According to her usual personality, she must have her hands stuck to her waist and cursed her. But today... the lady is next to her, and the lady has always been indifferent and is a scholar. She is afraid of insulting the lady's gentleness.

But... she couldn't bear it and felt uncomfortable.

"Dong'er...you..."

As soon as she spoke, she heard a hearty laugh from the study room of the East Chamber: "Dong'er, you perform well. Pick your hair quickly and catch it for me. Before Su Bo comes back, you must catch a few more..."

Dong'er's whole body shook and her face suddenly turned pale.

And Zheng Meier was stunned for a moment.

"This... is Mr. Tang? Oh my God, what is Mr. Tang doing? Catching chickens and plucking feathers? What's the difference between burning a piano and boiling a crane? Is this what scholars do?"

Behind her, the woman in white was so scared that she even took a step back, but in the end, she stood still, her face was extremely strange.

"Didn't you say you're a fool? Why...just..."

Zhou Ruoshui felt very confused.

Every day, my mother nagged in her ears, saying that Mr. Tang was stupid and had no talent. She also said that the old man was crazy about gaining and losing his mind and must push her into the fire pit.

My parents have been with each other for decades, but these days they have repeatedly quarreled, and the focus is on Mr. Tang, and in the end even my grandfather is alarmed.

This is the first time Zhou Ruoshui has seen such a big disagreement between his parents.

In my father's words, Mr. Tang was a genius at that time. He could write poetry at the age of three and five. However, in his mother's words, Mr. Tang was a tuberculosis who was dazed and stupid all day long and vomited blood.

Zhou Ruoshui had never seen Mr. Tang, but subconsciously believed in his mother.

But at home, my father is just a matter of words. Even if my mother is stubborn, she can't resist her father, let alone my grandfather supports her...

Even if my mother is like this, can Zhou Ruoshui change her father's decision as her daughter?

She was depressed at home these days. With Zheng Meier's instigation, she gritted her teeth and decided to meet Mr. Tang in person. Is she really stupid and stupid?

Can a foolish person make such a delicate yard look like this?

"Mei'er, why don't we... let's go back first..." Zhou Ruoshui said lightly.

Zheng Meier raised her eyebrows and felt a little confused. Everyone in the Zhou family said that Mr. Tang was stupid, but seeing that the yard was messy, it was a person who was dazed all day long and motionless?

No! How could I just go back like this? The lady still has a task.

Immediately, she calmed down, stepped forward, and shouted: "Is Mr. Tang here? I am Zheng Meier, and I come to visit Mr. Wang at the order of my wife!"

After a while, there was no movement in the room.

After a long time, the door of the study room pushed open with a creak!"

A young man in white robe walked out of the room with a starry eyebrows and a smile. He just glanced at Zheng Meier. When he saw Zhou Ruoshui, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he looked at Dong'er.

Dong'er had already stood up with Zhan Zhan Weiwei, pinching the corner of her short shirt with both hands, looking very restrained.

"Mrs. Zhou is so polite, I'm fine!"

The young man in purple nodded slightly, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, and said, "I...I'm a little confused here, haha, Miss Mei'er just tell me if you have anything to do! I'll just tell Su Bo."

Zheng Meier frowned and said to herself: "Ignorance!"

She looked up at Tang Yu again, but saw Tang Yu looking around, her eyes wandering around, her attention was obviously on the chickens.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed very regretful that Zheng Meier could not catch the chicken when she came.

However, Dong'er was much more keen, so she rushed to say, "Sister Mei'er, Miss, I...I'll prepare tea..."

Dong'er ran away. Zheng Mei'er turned her head to look at the lady, but saw that the lady looked embarrassed and frowned deeply, and she obviously felt embarrassed.

Zheng Meier gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master Tang, that's right. My lady wants to attend the Lishui Poetry Festival in March. She is busy writing poetry at home these days. She accidentally got a few quatrains of Wing Chun. My wife knew that Mr. Tang was very talented. Let me show it to Mr. Tang, and I hope Mr. Tang can give her guidance."

"poetry?"

Tang Yu was stunned for a moment, and his expression became strange.

He pondered for a moment and said sincerely: "Sister Mei'er, I don't really understand poetry. Miss Zhou's family is better than me. I'm afraid I can't give me some advice. If you want to give me some advice, she's about the same thing..."

Tang Yu's words were very sincere. He really didn't understand poetry. The prodigy who could write at the age of three and five was not him. He couldn't do it even if he wanted him to be a prodigy.

In addition, he was not very concerned about the open and secret struggles between relationships and engagements that Su Bo mentioned.

Anyway, he will definitely not be able to get married for the time being. Who will get married after going to middle school?

So he was calm about his situation and had no obstacles in his heart. He just didn't understand anyway.

He may not say that he will definitely be forced to learn in the future, but even if he learns, Tang Yu has no confidence in himself and does not think he can learn well.

Zheng Meier and Zhou Ruoshui were both surprised by Tang Yu's statement. Tang Yu was so sincere, but it was beyond their expectations that his impression of Tang Yu could not help but be better.

They would not think that what Tang Yu said was true. The etiquette of scholars is humble and polite. That is the basic thing.

If Tang Yu was careless and said that he had learned so much, he would become a crazy person, which was the most disliked by scholars.

Even if scholars want to raise their value, they must be very obscure and must not be considered a crazy person.

Zheng Meier naturally would not let Tang Yu go, and at this time Dong'er had already set up a table, rattan chair, and refreshments. Zheng Meier said: "Young Master Tang is too modest. Do you know that this poetry meeting is the first grand poetry meeting after the New Year's poetry meeting.

My lady is very dedicated to preparing for this poetry meeting. I hope the young master can help me to take a closer look..."

She said, as she had already spread a scroll on the table.
Chapter completed!