Farmhouse with a little field

Chapter 73

Yang Shuyu was choked by these words, and was immediately speechless. If she dared to say that she wanted to taste the taste of birthday peaches, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that she was greedy?
When Master Yang heard this, he laughed heartily several times: "Yuan'er is so dedicated, I am very happy for my father."

"As long as the father is happy, then the daughter will be content." Yang Shuyuan smiled softly, but glanced at Yang Shuyu lightly, this was the first time she let Yang Shuyu be so embarrassed, and she was very happy in her heart.

The corners of Mrs. Yang's lips were tightly pursed. With Yang Shuyuan's previous words, she did not dare to say anything inappropriate at this time, so the mother and daughter could only watch helplessly as everyone ate up the fairy peach. There are only two green leaves left.

"Daddy, why didn't you save yourself a piece?" Yang Shuyuan complained in a low voice in Master Yang's ear.

It's just that this complaint made Master Yang laugh more and more. He couldn't help but looked at Yang Shuyuan carefully, feeling a little emotional in his heart, as if his daughter had grown so sensible in just the blink of an eye.

"It doesn't matter, didn't you leave two peach leaves for me for my father? Since it is a fairy thing, then this leaf naturally contains fairy spirit and blessing." For the first time in many years, Master Yang faced him with such a kind face. Yang Shuyuan even patted her arm lightly.

Yang Shuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then she burst into a bright smile: "Daddy really has a literati demeanor, and my daughter admires it very much."

Master Yang always likes others to describe him as a scholar, and now he laughed out loud when he heard this.

On the other hand, Mrs. Yang and Yang Shuyu showed shocked expressions at the same time. Mrs. Yang was shocked that Yang Shuyuan seemed to be completely different from before, and her speech had changed, which was worth her deep thinking; But it was Yang Shuyuan, a person who would never get close to her father, how could she win her father's favor now?
After everyone tasted the birthday peaches, they naturally praised them again, and felt that this birthday banquet was really the right one.

And Mr. Yang is the happiest one, after all, his own daughter found the fairy peach, and these people are all blessed by him: "It's still early, I don't know if you are interested in going to my study have a look?"

Master Yang's favorite thing is dancing, writing, and ink. His study contains a lot of poems and paintings collected from various places, as well as his own ink treasures.

Everyone benefited and naturally nodded. Madam Yang received Yang Shuyu's hint and said unhurriedly: "Master, I have a proposal, but I don't know whether it is appropriate or not."

"You said."

"Looking at me, there are quite a few ladies from the boudoirs who came to celebrate the master's birthday today. I think that this girl's family should also have some preferences of her own. Why not hold a small poetry meeting and let them get close to each other?" .” This is the plan Mrs. Yang has made long ago, in order to let her daughter show off her talent.

Master Yang thought about it for a while, and felt that the idea was good, so he nodded: "Since that's the case, I'll leave this to you."

"Master, don't worry." Mrs. Yang agreed with a smile.

After Master Yang left with the male channel, Mrs. Yang chatted with all the wives present, while Yang Shuyu took all the ladies in the boudoir to the pavilion outside.

"Miss, don't be restrained, here are all sisters of the same age, and you can get familiar with them after a few chats." As the host, Yang Shuyu is naturally responsible for entertaining everyone.

Everyone took their seats in the pavilion one after another, one of them seemed to be very familiar with Yang Shuyu, he took the initiative to hold Yang Shuyu's arm and said, "Sister Yang, didn't Auntie just tell us to show off our talents? What do you think we should do?"

"If you don't mention it, I almost forgot about it." Yang Shuyu had been thinking about how to get her name out, but her face was very reserved, "Since it's a talent, how about we talk about poetry and painting?" Bar?"

Bai Yunyun, the young lady of the Bai family, smiled and nodded: "That's very good, sisters, don't hide your talents."

At this moment, a maidservant over there came with a tray, saying that she was here to pass on Madam Yang's words: "Madam said, today you ladies don't have to be cautious, you just need to show your talent boldly. Madam also said that she has done it for you The young ladies are ready to take the lead, whichever lady wins the first place, this thing belongs to that young lady."

As she said that, the maid opened the wooden box on the tray in her hand, and when she saw clearly what was in the wooden box, everyone was in an uproar. It turned out to be a pair of gold hairpins wrapped in silk and inlaid with rubies.Although the styles of the two gold hairpins are slightly different, they are definitely both valuable.

Everyone was dazzled by this chip, and they naturally began to gear up more and more, thinking of getting this thing into their pockets.

This bread is really a good thing in Qianyang Town. The reason why Mrs. Yang is willing to take out such a precious thing to her is not because she is generous, but because she is sure that her daughter can take these two things. Take the golden hairpin back.

It's just that the winner has been determined, but the method of talent competition has not been determined. If poetry and painting are compared separately, will the person with the best painting be the winner or the poet?
Listening to everyone's discussion, Han Duyue rolled his eyes, and said for the first time: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a suggestion, I don't know if it is suitable."

Before Yang Shuyu could utter a mocking word, Bai Yunyun who was standing beside her curled her lips and said, "You are a little peasant girl, what suggestions can you come up with?"

"Since it is about poetry and painting, it is better to form a group of two people. One of them paints first, and then the other composes a poem according to the content of the painting, or vice versa. Then when the final evaluation is made, it is not It only depends on the quality of the poems and paintings, and also considers the compatibility between the poems and paintings. As for the final prize, it was won by the two together. It just so happened that Mrs. Yang prepared two golden hairpins. I don’t know what you ladies think. How?" Han Duyue pretended not to hear Bai Yunyun's sarcastic words, and directly expressed his thoughts.

Everyone thought about it for a while, and they all felt that this method was good. Although Yang Shuyu didn't want to use Han Duyue's idea, and was reluctant to give up one of the golden hairpins to others, she couldn't think of other methods at this time. Under the urging of everyone, I had no choice but to nod: "That's fine, but I don't know how to group them in twos?"

"I think it's better to form a group with close friends." Bai Yunyun leaned closer to Yang Shuyu, and said with a smile, "Sister Yang, how about a pair of you and me?"

Yang Shuyu was a little hesitant. Although she and Bai Yunyun were very close on weekdays, because of this, she always knew that Bai Yunyun's talent was not outstanding. If she was with Bai Yunyun, would she be dragged down by her?

Seeing Yang Shuyu's hesitation, Bai Yunyun couldn't help but put on a straight face: "Sister Yang, don't you think you still despise me?"

"How could it be? I was just thinking about other things." Yang Shuyu shook her head again and again, and had no choice but to agree, "Then I will be in a group with Yunyun."

The other ladies also found their little friends one after another. As for Han Duyue, she was undoubtedly in a group with Yang Shuyuan. Hey, who made her, a little peasant girl, so unpopular.

After being divided into groups, everyone began to think about what paintings to make and what poems to write. Because Yang Shuyu had prepared poems before, she hurriedly said at this time: "It's midsummer, and all the flowers are already in full bloom. Is this the theme of hundreds of flowers?"

The teenage girls are naturally very interested in the delicate and beautiful flowers, and they all nodded their heads immediately, thinking about which flower they should choose.

Han Duyue was also thinking about this question, she was naturally not interested in this talent competition, but this competition was a good opportunity for Yang Shuyuan.

For a lady from a wealthy family, reputation is very important, and talent is the icing on the cake.

"Shuyuan, do you want to get the first prize?" Han Duyue pulled Yang Shuyuan aside and asked in a low voice.

Yang Shuyuan smiled wryly. Although she didn't know what Madam Yang and Yang Shuyu had done before, she still knew a little about Madam Yang. Since she was willing to take such a valuable thing as the first prize, she was naturally prepared.

"I'm afraid this matter will not be easy." The implication was that Yang Shuyuan really wanted to get the first prize.

Han Duyue rolled her eyes and asked again: "Shuyuan, which one are you better at, compared to painting or poetry?"

"I just read more books. If I really want to talk, maybe I can write poems better." Yang Shuyuan frowned without confidence.

Han Duyue sighed. Her advantage lies in the poems she learned in her previous life, which may be useful, but she really doesn't know how to paint.

Seeing that Han Duyue was so embarrassed, Yang Shuyuan showed a forced smile: "I didn't expect to win the first place, so we just need to deal with it, you don't have to worry."

"Let's think of a way first. Wouldn't it be better if we could win?" Han Duyue smiled slightly, thinking of a way.

Over there, Yang Shuyu had already made preparations, so she and Bai Yunyun quickly finalized the content of painting and poetry. Among them, Yang Shuyu was in charge of painting, and Bai Yunyun was in charge of inscribing poems.

Of course, Bai Yunyun had already learned from Yang Shuyu what poems to write, so all she had to do was to write down the poems Yang Shuyu had prepared.

Han Duyue didn't have a good idea for a while, so she stood not far away to watch Yang Shuyu's painting. She made a picture of "Red Plums Reflecting Snow". Because she had practiced it a long time ago, Yang Shuyu wrote very quickly. After a long time, a bright red plum blossom was depicted.

Looking at the red plums in the painting, Han Duyue was even more frustrated, so she could only turn around and ask Yang Shuyuan: "Shuyuan, how does your painting skill compare with hers?"

"My talent is no match for her." Yang Shuyuan shook her head and sighed.

Han Duyue thought and thought while resting her chin, and finally made a decision: "Shuyuan, I have an idea, but I don't know if it will work."

(End of this chapter)