Daoxiang Village.

The shepherd boy became sick shortly after the winter safely. He survived for a long time and only recovered after the beginning of spring.

Then he had been raising it for more than half a month before his body became stronger again. Thinking that Ah Huang had no food for a winter and was so hungry that he could see the bony bones, he begged his mother to go out to herd cattle.

Ping'an's mother Liang saw that he was in high spirits and was not a big deal to be stuck in the house for a long time, so she gave some advice and allowed him.

Ping An had a bamboo kettle tied around his waist and a fishing rod. Ah Huang was wearing a straw hat and a straw raincoat on his back and a handful of dried mugwort hanging around his neck. He walked out of the cowshed together.

After the Jingzhe Festival, the hoe keeps stopping.

When the spring thunder sounds in the Jingzhe River, all things are revived, which is the annual spring farming season.

The genius had just polished it, and it was drizzling outside, and the fields in the suburbs were already busy.

Ping'an and Ah Huang walked to the entrance of the village and met more than a dozen people they met.

The plan for the year lies in spring. Young children in several villages far and near made an appointment to go to spring while the private school has not yet started.

One side is the shepherd boy whose plan is the morning, and the other side is the children of wealthy and idle families. Because of their different identities, they have never had any contact. Although Ping An knew them, he would not see them when he saw them on weekdays.

But the group of private school students seemed to be intentionally trying to make fun of Ping'an, and someone shouted: "It turns out to be Ping'an. I'm going to herd cattle early in the morning. Why don't you go together?"

Ping An could naturally hear the joke in his tone when he observed his words and expressions, but he had just come out to herd cattle, so there was nothing wrong with it. Moreover, he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he buried his head and responded in a depressed manner.

The boys who wanted to tease him did not come up to argue, but instead led the scalpers to slow down and avoided the back from afar. They felt bored, so they hummed twice and left.

Peace and happiness were quiet, let go of Ah Huang and go to the roadside to eat grass, followed him leisurely and walked towards the river, gradually no longer seeing their figures.

After half an hour, he arrived by the river. Ah Huang was eating grass and fishing safely. Suddenly, he heard a burst of laughter, which was so shocked that the birds and fish scattered. Then a group of more than a dozen people turned out from behind. They were the students from the private schools just now.

The fish were scared away, and Ping An, who was sitting in the grass side, simply bit the grass root and lay down, waiting for them to leave.

Unexpectedly, when they arrived by the river, they saw slow ripples, and the wheat turned green and the joints along the river, and the rapeseed was drawn to see flowers, and they were attracted, and they were not going to leave for a while.

Set up a table to place wine, bring wine to the wind and be happy.

An older boy who likes to recite poems and essays was moved by the scene and even chanted loudly: "Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the spring river is warm, the ducks are prophets. The reed buds are all over the ground, which is when the puffer fish is about to rise."

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the companion next to him immediately stroked his palm and cheered: "All the words of scenery are love, good poems, Brother Wei really recited good poems."

But as soon as the cheers fell, another person shook his head and sighed: "All the words of scenery are love words, but Brother Li's words that love poetry are actually very wrong."

Brother Li was stunned and asked in confusion: "Oh, I wonder what Brother Liang has to do?"

Brother Liang nodded and replied, "I dare not be aware of the high opinion, I just have some simple opinion. For example, the saying "The duck prophet of the spring river warms the water" is worth discussing."

"I dare to ask Brother Liang, what's wrong with that sentence?"

"Chunjiang, Chunjiang, we only have rivers here, where does it come from? This is a blocked place. And "Duck Prophet", haven't you seen that there are not only ducks, but also geese in the river?" Brother Liang pointed to the river and floated on the water and said, "Since there are geese, why are they duck prophets, not goose prophets?"

"Geese, goose, geese, sing towards the sky. White hair floats in green water, red palms push green waves. Since ancient times, I have only heard of some chanting gooses, but not those who chant ducks. So in terms of identity, even if the spring river is warm, it should be a goose prophet, not a duck prophet. Moreover, geese are much larger than ducks."

Everyone shouted: "Brother Liang's words are reasonable."

When Brother Liang heard this, his face became more proud: "Actually, I can find more unfamiliar places."

Everyone was shocked: "There is still something that's not right?"

Brother Liang waved his hand and pointed at the country and inspired the words and waved the square and vigorous momentum: "Of course, we do have a river, but have you ever caught pufferfish in the river? No, right? 'It's when pufferfish is about to go up', it's not appropriate to sing nothingness with nothing."

Then there was another thunderous sound of high-fives.

It was Brother Wei who recited the poem, and his face was not very good-looking. He looked at the ducks in the water and had an idea: "It is true that there is a poem about goose, but Brother Liang said that there is no poem about ducks."

Brother Liang smiled and said, "Brother Wei has heard of the poem of singing ducks?"

"Of course, you can tell if you listen to it." Brother Wei was a little anxious and cleared his throat and chanted, "There are a group of ducks in the clear water, some of which are macaque and some are flowers. The ducks take the lead in playing in the water, and the flower ducks are called gaga behind them."

Not far away, Ping An, who was hidden in the grass, heard it in his ears and almost died of laughter.

Because the poem I recited at the beginning was a poem by Su Zi, a Song Dynasty man, and a painting poem, which was not written by them, but they didn't count it as a pity, and they even made serious comments, so Ping An could not hold back the surging smiles.

The last poem about ducks is simply a limerick that cannot be put on the table.

"It's really a village cow, I'll wave my head when I'm shaking my head."

Ping An came out of the grass with a smile, held Ah Huang and wanted to leave.

With these village cows here, it is impossible to calm down and fish.

But he came out of the grass and fell to the ground without paying attention, slid half of his body into mud.

The group of private school students were blushing over the poems of goose and duck. When they heard the movement, they turned around and saw Ping An's embarrassing appearance, and all laughed.

Ping An got up as if nothing had happened, shook the soil on his clothes, glanced at them, and chanted loudly: "The spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the ground. Slid down the junior schoolman and killed a group of cows with laughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly climbed onto the back of the cow, slapped the fishing rod, shouted, and left in a hurry.

The private school students only realized after they walked away. A group of cows pointed to them, because they were laughing at the time, and suddenly the crowd of emotions surged: "I'm so angry that I'm a little poor and humble shepherd boy, who dared to compare himself with a bachelor's degree. He boasted that he was so big that he was not afraid of losing his life."

Ping An rode Ah Huang all the way until he couldn't see the figure behind him. He slid down and patted Ah Huang on the head: "Ah Huang, you have to know that you are Ah Huang, not a village cow, do you know?"

The old yellow cow stared at Ping'an with his eyes as big as a copper bell, and shouted: "Moo!"

Ping An immediately burst into laughter.

The spring breeze is chilly, and it is still cold. Ping An, who has slipped half of his body, feels the chill that is spreading to his body, and he can't help but shivering.

He quickly tightened his clothes and put his straw raincoat on: "It's time to cure the disease, don't catch a cold again."

It was less than two hours before he left. It was still early and Ah Huang was not full, so although his clothes were wet and dirty, he still couldn't go back so soon.

Since I don't want to go back like this, I have to find a place to go.

Ping An looked around and found that he and Ah Huangjing walked away in a hurry and arrived on a hillside, and Daoxiang Temple was not far away.
Chapter completed!