Chapter 20 Qixi Poems

The women in the village have been preparing for many days, and the Chinese Valentine's Day has finally arrived.

When Li Yi walked out of the door, he could see a high platform that had been built not far ahead. The platform, which Xiaohuan and the others called the Qiqiao Tower, had colorful ribbons tied up at the four corners, giving it a very festive atmosphere.

On the table were fried fruits, flowers and melons, some simple wines and dishes, and other seasonal items. Li Yi just saw that Xiaohuan had taken needles and threads, pens and inkstones from home, thinking they would be used for the evening activities.

They really attach great importance to Chinese Valentine's Day, and they might not be able to eat the snacks placed on the stage during the Chinese New Year.

You must know that the average living standard in Liuye Village has not reached a moderately prosperous level. Except for the Liu family members, whose family situation is slightly better, the others are just trying to get enough food and clothing to avoid going hungry.

Because of the Chinese Valentine's Day, Li Yi could find a reason to give the naughty children a few days off. Most of the naughty children who were greedy for snacks such as Qiao Qiao fruits and melons were wandering around the Qiqiao Building, thinking of climbing up to steal some. The building was driven away by his sister or the girl who arranged the building cleverly.

Li Yi saw from a distance that Liu Xiaohu was holding a stick in his hand and waving it vigorously, and he actually had a bit of momentum, earning countless envious looks from the naughty children around him.

Most people in the Liu clan practice martial arts, and both men and women are more or less skilled in martial arts.

Sister Liu Ruyi aside, Li Yi's voice at home became much softer when his wife smashed a solid wooden table and her sister-in-law chopped off a tree trunk as thick as an arm with a sword.

Of course, he bumped into them by chance these two times, but he didn't have the chance to see them fight with anyone. However, Li Yixin made a rough estimate, and I'm afraid he wouldn't be a match for any of them if there were ten of them.

As he got to know the world more and more, Li Yi began to realize that things like martial arts or Jianghu might really exist here.

Although it is not clear whether there are fierce men like those in martial arts novels who can defeat enemy generals with hundreds of troops at a time, the individual strength of martial arts practitioners is still far beyond Li Yi's imagination.

In short, this world is very dangerous and you need to be careful when going out. Li Yi thinks it is better to stay in the village honestly.

Liu Xiaohu is the king of children in the village, with a naughty head. He has been practicing martial arts with adults since he was a child. His body is strong and tight. Li Yi stands aside and watches with interest.

"Hello, sir!"

Suddenly, a certain naughty boy saw Li Yi behind him. After his body was shaken, he immediately bowed and shouted respectfully.

The naughty children turned around and saw their husband standing behind them. They all bowed and saluted, as if they had suddenly become good children.

Liu Xiaohu also dropped the stick in his hand. Because he had exercised just now, his face was a little flushed and he was breathing heavily, but the expression on his face was very respectful.

Among all the naughty children, he is the one who likes to listen to Li Yi tell the story of Journey to the West the most. Although he is usually very naughty, he will immediately become a good boy in front of Li Yi.

To say who is the most popular among these naughty kids in the village, no one can compare with Li Yi.

Where can they find a good gentleman who won't let them carry those messy things, will tell them stories, and often takes vacations? The naughty children think that the current gentleman is many times better than the old man before.

Li Yi nodded to the naughty children, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go play."

Seeing the naughty children dispersed in a hurry, and when he was going to take a look ahead, a cold snort suddenly came from his ears.

"Mr. What, he's just a pushover..."

The voice was vaguely familiar. It sounded like the kind of sour grapes that can't be eaten, or similar to the way someone picks a peach that he has coveted for a long time. Li Yi looked back and saw a young man standing there. Not far behind him, he looked at him with a rather unkind look.

When Li Yi saw him for the first time, he recalled, wasn't this the guy who broke into the house with his second aunt Wu Shi that night and was scared away by Liu Ruyi in the end?

The way this guy looked at him was like a dog seeing a bone, which made Li Yi feel very unhappy.

"Hey, Wu Ying, don't say that. He is a scholar after all..." As soon as the young man finished speaking, someone beside him said.

"You damn scholar, you're not a pushover..." Another person said.

There were several people beside the young man. After a few words of cheering, they burst into laughter.

Since ancient times, civil and military forces have been in opposition. Scholars are fond of martial arts, thinking that they are all a group of reckless men with weak limbs and simple minds, who can only show off their courage.

Similarly, martial arts practitioners also look down on scholars, thinking that they are all just talking words and have no real skills. Even if they can recite a few lines of poetry and draw a few paintings, they are still scum with a combat power of only five...

What's more, the direct lineage has never had a good impression of the direct lineage, and Li Yi now has a big direct lineage label attached to him.

"What are you doing here?" A clear voice came from the side. Several women walked down the Qiaolou. When they saw Li Yi, a smile immediately appeared on their faces. They came over to the woman, bowed their hands and said, "Brother-in-law is here just in time. , I just need my brother-in-law’s help with something.”

The elegant woman in front of her was named Liu Yu. Her father was an old subordinate of the former village leader. She was similar in age to Liu Ruyi. They usually addressed her as sisters. After getting to know each other better, she called Li Yi brother-in-law.

Li Yi had met this woman before but didn't know her name and had never said hello. Then, for some reason, when he met her again, her attitude suddenly became much more eager.

Not only her, but even the girls beside her at the moment would smile and say hello when they saw her.

Li Yi was curious and asked Xiao Huan, only to find out that they all liked the paintings he drew on the sky lanterns. The reason was that he sold the paintings to those people in his direct line for thirty cents each, but he didn't charge them a penny. The girls all remembered his kindness in their hearts.

When Xiao Huan said these words, Li Yi's expression was confused. He couldn't hear what she said later. He only knew that Liu Ruyi gave him ten cents for each painting, and it would be thirty cents if he sold it again. At that moment, Li Yi felt like a fool...

The young man and others saw that the girls treated them as air, but greeted Li Yi with a smile, and they were very unhappy in their hearts. The young man named Wu Ying snorted coldly and said, "What can a scholar do? Miss Liu Yu has anything to do, just tell us."

Although the two belonged to different camps, the young man surnamed Wu would naturally not treat beautiful women like he treated Li Yi. He patted his chest and said enthusiastically.

Liu Yu turned around, looked at him with a strange look, and said, "Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day, so please write a Chinese Valentine's Day poem for the occasion."

"Chinese Valentine's Day...poem..."

When the young man surnamed Wu heard this, his face froze, and then turned pale and blue, which was very exciting.

Lyrics?

He could not even recognize a single Chinese character, how could he know how to write lyrics!

If he had known that Liu Yu was looking for someone to write a Chinese Valentine's Day poem, he would not have pretended to be so pretentious!