On the afternoon when the cicadas were chirping, the sound of reading came from the workshop in the narrow alley.

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown."

Li Bai raised his head, looked at the poem hanging on the wall, and proudly directed: "Come on, everyone read it with me again!"

Under the table made of temporary boxes, the children who looked up with their heads blinked and recited again under Li Bai's command.

After confirming that the dozen or so children had fully studied it, Li Bai nodded with satisfaction and continued to explain:

"This homesick poem vividly expresses the poet's mood of living in Chang'an and missing his hometown. The first two sentences seem to be straightforward and describe the scenery, but in fact they lay the foundation for the homesickness and longing behind them.

From raising your head to bowing your head, in just a few short sentences, I fell into the sorrow of the wanderer's son and loneliness. I hope everyone, like me, can deeply understand and appreciate the poet's talents.

Today’s homework is to read and recite this song carefully and write it down once when I go home. Are there any words I don’t know? I’ll teach you…”

The children in the audience were stunned for a moment.

A bold child actually forgot his parents' advice and grimaced at the stage: "A little bit, Mr. Li Bai is bragging himself, don't be ashamed!"

"It was obviously just made. I saw it all."

A child with a braid pointed to the paper and said, "The ink hasn't been dried yet!"

"This, this is not poetry."

The child biting his fingers sucked his nose and stammered: "Poetry, poetry is not like this. Dad said that those fancy things that look eye-catching but can't understand are poetry."

The other children recalled what the gentlemen taught before and nodded: "Yes, yes, it's too simple!"

Li Bai was immediately helpless.

Instead of being angry, he walked off the podium, picked up the children who made faces at him, rubbed them hard, and then said with a smile: "No, this is poetry."

"By relying on difficult and unfamiliar words to show one's ability, it is the lowest-class poem. The best poem should be a poem that everyone can understand."

He said, "It is possible to understand people, to feel your mood, to feel the best dreams and the most real you. As long as you can meet this requirement, it is poetry."

"Then I understand, this is a poem about missing home." A child asked, "Will sir miss home?"

Li Bai picked up the child who was gnawing his fingers and put his fingers in his arms, wiped his nose dry, and nodded seriously: "Yes, sir, I am so powerful, I actually miss my hometown."

"What is my hometown?" a child asked.

Li Bai thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Hometown is where you were born, and you will miss you no matter where you go."

"Then, then I understand."

The child in Li Bai's arms raised his head and looked up at him, "Mom said, my family came from Anlefang, but I don't know where Anlefang is, and my father and mother miss it very much. I think that must be our hometown."

"Where is sir?" asked the bold girl: "Where is the hometown of sir?"

"Oh, very far away in the clouds."

Li Bai smiled and replied: "It's far away, but it's beautiful. No matter how beautiful the sea city or mirage is, it's not as good as it. No matter how long it takes to go, it won't make people feel sorry for you.

There are high mountains, large lakes, and wide wilderness. There are thick clouds covering the earth like quilts. After being illuminated by the sun, it is like the legendary sky."

He paused for a moment, thought for a while, gathered the children, "Come on, let me teach you another poem... The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, the vast sea of ​​clouds, and the wind blows thousands of miles across Yumen Pass."

So, the sound of reading sounded again.

When Xun Qing and the others came back, they saw this scene.

In the courtyard, Li Bai, who was having sex with the children, was already dirty, his white clothes were covered in dust, but his ridiculous look was no different from those children, pure and pleasant.

"Mr. Li Bai can really take care of the child?" The father who came to pick up the child sighed in surprise.

"Of course."

Li Bai proudly carried the girl on his shoulders, spinning around like a huge hawk, triggering a series of silver bell-like laughter.

"Look, how well we get along."

Xun Qing couldn't help but sigh, "Because you are just like a child..."

"Yes, no matter how you look at it, you look like the king of children."

The guest who was smiling shook his head: "No matter how you look, you don't look like you are a sir."

"Why don't you look like this? Come, kids, show the uncles and aunts what you learned today."

Li Bai raised his hands, and the usually naughty and lively children immediately gathered together. Under Li Bai's command, he began to recite the poems he learned today loudly.

Everyone still holds the homework they have written in their hands.

It caused many surprises from parents.

It is hard to imagine that the famous writers in Chang'an not only helped to take care of their children, but also taught them to learn so many poems, which made the parents who came to pick up their children even more grateful, but they didn't know what to say for a moment.

Li Bai rubbed the children's hair and sent them to his parents. He also made an appointment with the children to come and play together next time.

Just like that, he waved his hand and watched them leave.

"Thank you for your hard work."

After returning home for a whole morning, Xun Qing collapsed on the chair and didn't want to move anymore. He just untied the black veil wrapped around his arm and placed it on the table.

"It's just a book with the children, what's the hard work?" Li Bai shook his head: "I always think that children are naughty and unwilling to be obedient. But many times, just listen carefully to them and speak seriously to them. But many older people don't know about this principle..."

Xun Qing shook his head: "If anyone was willing to think like you, the world wouldn't be so troublesome."

"The worship is over?" Li Bai asked.

"Yes, it's not as complicated as you think. It's just a trip to the original route and go to the abandoned yard group below to worship." Xun Qing sighed, "It's just that every time I see it, it makes people feel happy."

Collapse worship.

Just like the sacrifices of ghosts and gods during the Zhongyuan Festival, after experiencing the great collapse of more than ten years ago, the remnants of Anlefang now have the experience of losing their families and their beloved.

Every year at this time, I will go to pay tribute spontaneously.

Li Bai really couldn't like the solemn and sad atmosphere, so he just stayed at home to help his neighbors who couldn't get free to take their children.

In addition to worshiping his parents and sister, Xun Qing will also worship his deceased wife and his young son on behalf of Gong Lu this year.

After the most dangerous time a few days ago, Mr. Lu's condition had calmed down, but he had lost all his strength. After he survived this disaster, he had no strength anymore and fell into a long drowsiness.

All the doctors who have visited Chang'an City are helpless. They can only rest and be prepared to never wake up for the rest of their lives.

As the top institution teacher of Mr. Lu, even if he is sleepy, there are famous doctors from the Chang'an Imperial Medical Office who are diagnosed and examined daily, so Xun Qing no longer needs to serve him.

He also took more effort to join the election of the owner.

"Chen Shi, the Great Elder of Yunzhongren, came once and advised you to change your notices and notices." Li Bai said: "You are not at home, I will refuse it for you... But are the notices you posted true?"

Even he was a little unbelievable.

That is not an exaggeration to Xun Qing as a candidate for the owner of the shop.

Not only did the taxes and fees to be paid for the daily operations of residents have been reduced to the limit, but all the maintenance fees of public agencies have been exempted, and even the privileges of various owners themselves and many conveniences that others take for granted.

If this continues, even if you become a archer, it will probably be of no benefit. Instead, you will lose a lot of money every year.

"In fact, there will be no losses, because after waived the franchise fees within the commercial market, the taxes and fees brought by the commercial operation alone are enough to make up for the daily maintenance and update of the market. Moreover, as the owner of the business, I have special conveniences and channels for business operations.

Besides, don’t forget that I am also a government engineer, which saves a lot of money to ask other government engineers to maintain it.”

Xun Qing explained: "In fact, everyone has been reducing over the years, but I have reduced more."

"Be careful that it will become a thorn in other people's eyes."

Li Bai told Chen Shi about the advice he brought, "Maybe there are still tricks that cannot be put on the table."

"Aren't you there?" Xun Qing smiled and rolled up his sleeves: "Will they see the swordsmanship of Xiake Xing?"

"You guy, you will send people."

Li Bai shook his head, but did not dislike him. Instead, he praised Xun Qing's decision.

If he had thought that these tiny and one cent reductions were not important in the past, now he could feel how precious every little saving would be to the common people.

Even if you can get one ounce a month, you can get one ounce a year. Your wife can cut one more piece of new clothes, and your children can afford more slacks. If you save for a while, you can buy some new things at home.

There can be a little more smile on the faces of family members.

The so-called happy life is what you have achieved over time.

"You will become a good lord, Xun Qing." He nodded and praised.

Xun Qing shook his head and laughed at himself: "No, I just... I just copied the previous Anlefang regulations."

Before the great collapse, their home and hometown.

In the past, for some people, Anlefang was just a place where people looked rustic and not of high-end, mixed with fish and dragons, and mixed with untouchables.

But for every resident, it is an irreplaceable home. A place where no one cares about race or identity can smile whenever a person who lives sincerely.

In just a few decades, countless wandering outsiders have a home to return to in this huge city.

As the leader, they are two brothers who are also orphans who started from scratch in Chang'an City - Geshujiu and Geshuquan.

Brother Brother Shujiu was once the leading poor institution teacher in Chang'an City, and was the kindness of Mr. Lu and Mr. Xun Qing. Brother Brother Shuquan was the owner of the house who quietly paved the way for his brother behind his back and built Anlefang into his home.

At that time, the existence of the two brothers was so brilliant that even though they had never been in the generals and ministers, wearing gold and silver, countless people still believed that the Chang'an Dream existed.
To be continued...