After wearing the book, she got the wrong script

Chapter 56 Apologize
On this day, Bai Fu went to Old Carpenter Li's shop.

"Uncle Li, you chose the location of this shop well. This street is full of shops selling building materials, so it's convenient to buy everything." Bai Fu smiled and complimented after entering the door.

Old Carpenter Li, who was talking with several apprentices, saw him, nodded with a smile, then turned his head and gave some instructions. The apprentices saluted and dispersed, and old Carpenter Li personally welcomed Bai Fu into the room.

"Speaking of this street, there is a bit of history." After taking his seat, Old Uncle Li continued what he said just now.

"I see that the shops on this street are neatly designed, were they built at the same time?" Bai Fu asked with a smile.

At this moment, a girl in a green shirt with a bun was holding a tea tray and called out to her father at the door, Old Carpenter Li was slightly surprised when he saw that it was his own daughter, and got up to pick it up, "Why is Pan'er sending it? "

"Brother Qiao was called to help by the senior brother, and I was idle even if I was idle."

Li Pan entered the room with a smile, nodded to Bai Fu to say hello, skillfully arranged the tea set, served the tea, and then left.

Old Uncle Li persuaded him to tea, then got up and rummaged through the bookshelves.

"Young master has good eyesight," he said suddenly.

"Many houses in the war-torn town were destroyed. In order to entertain the generals who were reinforced by the imperial court, this batch of houses was built temporarily. Later, the merchants who built the houses together took down the shops, and gradually formed the current scale."

Bai Fu looked at the house again in surprise.

"It turned out to be the house where the generals lived, no wonder it feels unusual."

"It's not"

Old Uncle Li came over with a roll of drawing paper, and looked up, with a somewhat nostalgic look on his face, "This room really lived in a great general, and he praised it for being well built."

"This house was built by Uncle Li?" Bai Fu heard something and asked curiously.

"dare not dare"

Old Carpenter Li quickly waved his hands, "At that time, all the craftsmen in the town came, and it was not due to my shop. However, this house was built by our shop at that time, so I sold it."

Bai Fu couldn't help but carefully looked inside again, and gradually moved his eyes to the window.

This is the second floor of the pavement, through the window you can see the street, and through the other window you can see the backyard, which is a spacious yard with a lot of materials and tools neatly arranged, where young apprentices are busy coming and going.

Everything is orderly and professional.

After she finished watching, Old Uncle Li had spread out a blueprint on the table and was waiting. Seeing him turn around, he motioned for her to look at it.

"This is a design made according to your son's idea, son, take a look, if you are not satisfied, we will modify it."

It was late when I went home that day, and when I entered the door, I saw Xiao Liang sitting in the yard with a displeased face, while Xiao Si'er was comforting at the side.

"What's the matter?" Bai Fu put down the things in his hands and asked.

The two looked over.

Xiao Liang glanced at Bai Fu with some grievances, but didn't speak, Xiao Si stepped forward to explain with a smile.

"Young Master Xiao Liang was said a few words by the master today, and I feel a little wronged." He leaned closer and whispered.

Bai Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

I still thought it was a big deal.

The teaching philosophy of ancient teachers is that strict teachers produce high-quality students, and they like to teach a few words at every turn, and even hit the board when it is serious. Is it normal to say a few words?
"Master, being stricter is for your own good. Just listen to what you say. It's fine if you don't change it next time." She walked over with a smile, patted Xiaoliang on the head and said.

Xiao Liang glanced at her again, spit out a few words after a while, "It's not me."

Bai Fu was puzzled, "What's not you?"

Who else is there? You are the only scholar in our family.

"Xiaobai, do you remember? My master asked me to write Tang poems silently the day before yesterday." Xiao Liang said, "Today my master commented."

Bai Fu nodded, she remembered this.

The new teacher asked each student to go home and read poems, and then silently write a favorite poem that was not taught in class to share with everyone.

"So?" she asked with a face full of pain.

Xiao Liang explained the whole story.

That day he went through all the poetry collections at home and was not satisfied, so he came to ask Bai Fu, and Bai Fu read him a Tang poem casually, and Xiao Liang thought it was wonderful, so he wrote it down and handed it to his master.

Unexpectedly, the master said today that he should not regard the poems written by today's people as Tang poems, and asked him to read more Tang poems when he went home.

This... is not very harmful, but somewhat insulting.

Bai Fu's head turned rapidly.

Since she came to ancient times, she thought that according to the law of transmigrating people, one day there will always be a chance to overwhelm people with poetry, so she carefully read many poetry collections
After assiduous comparison, among the [-] Tang poems she had memorized in modern times, she could tell which ones existed in this alternate time and space and which ones did not.

This time, the master asked for Tang poetry, and also asked for something that hadn't been covered in class, so she specially recited a song that she hadn't seen in the collection of Tang poetry in this fictional era.

Hey, you can't possibly have talked about this in class, right?

Besides, they are all in the style of Tang poems anyway, and she also specifically explained to Xiao Liang that if the master asked why he hadn't seen this Tang poem, he would answer that he was an unknown poet, and if he asked which book he read, he would answer that he didn't remember it.

Anyway, the conclusion is: just because you don’t know doesn’t mean you don’t have it.

Unexpectedly, what the master asked was not why he hadn't seen it, but "shouldn't the poems written by today's people be regarded as Tang poems".

Bai Fu was a little unconvinced immediately, he didn't even bother to drink the tea that was brought to his mouth.

"Who said the poems were written by people today?" She has only recited three hundred Tang poems with others, okay?
The Tang Dynasty has perished, and now it is an era that resembles the Song and not the Song. Can the Tang poems she memorized be able to change the dynasty? !

"Master said it was a poem he wrote when he was young."

Seemingly dissatisfied with Bai Fu's extremely confident expression, Xiao Liang quietly added.

What?
Bai Fu squirted out a sip of water, and Xiao Liang, who was too late to dodge the spray, gave a face.

Poems written by the Master when he was young?
can't be so unlucky
The next day, Bai Fu added another portion to Xiao Liang's lunch box, and asked Xiao Liang to give it to his wife as an apology.

She thought about it all night and came to the conclusion:

If it wasn't for the confusion of common sense in the overhead time and space, it is likely that she recited the poems back then, mixed up the age, and then stole it from the author of the poem by coincidence--
Unlucky enough.

But no matter what, an apology is necessary.

My wife said it was my own work, no matter whether it was true or not, how could she still refute my master's face by being more truthful?
The Master is God.

God should hold it.

An apology is nothing.

"Xiao Liang, do you remember what I said?" Bai Fu asked again worriedly.

The mood of the master determines the quality of Xiaoliang's school life in the future, so it should not be taken lightly.

"I know, I know"

Xiao Liang took the food box, and obediently repeated it to her:

"Master, I saw that poem by chance. I was immediately amazed that it was a masterpiece, and it was deeply remembered. Because the poem has both the style of the Tang Dynasty and the charm of the great cause. I misremembered it for a while. Please don't forget it. Strange, in the future I will definitely study more Tang poems and more masterpieces of the Master."

Bai Fu nodded in satisfaction, feeling that the child was too worry-free, "Not bad, not bad, well said! Remember to be sincere in your attitude, and you are a good student if you know your mistakes and can correct them."

is that so.

"But Xiaobai, you taught me to lie. Isn't it very good?"

Knowing that Bai Fu didn't even know if it was Master's poem, Xiao Liang blinked and said uneasy.

Cough cough, this kid, what are you talking about?

"A man can bend and stretch, don't stick to these details." Bai Fu said calmly, pushing Xiao Liang away, "That's all right, all right, little Si'er is waiting outside, good students can't be late, go quickly."

"... Oh..." Xiao Liang reluctantly left with her schoolbag.

(End of this chapter)