How could Liu Rumeng, who is extremely smart, not see that Tian Jinbu wanted to use the topic of "poetry" to once again humiliate Lin Huowang, a farmer.
So she didn't respond, but lowered her head and packed her things with Lin Huowang, and then handed them to Lin Xiaoxue and the Zhao siblings to move to the door.
However, how could Tian Jinbu and those educated youth miss such a good opportunity to "strike"?
"There's plenty of time to pack your things. You'll be leaving the Youth League compound soon. I'm afraid you won't be able to participate in our poetry gatherings in the future. So today is the last time you can attend!"
Tian Jinbu was quite polite in his words.
The female educated youth at the side ridiculed her even more rudely: "Liu Rumeng, you are no longer an educated youth, but a rural woman.
I really don't know what you are thinking. Marrying an illiterate farmer, do you have anything in common with him?
Can he discuss literature and art with you, can he discuss poetry with you?"
Zhong Yuejin immediately followed suit and added fuel to the fire:
"What does a country bumpkin know about poetry? I'm afraid he doesn't even know more than ten words!"
The other educated youth also burst into laughter.
After all, since going to the countryside, their only sense of superiority over the local farmers is their self-proclaimed knowledge and culture.
However, Lin Xiaoxue, who followed, heard this and immediately retorted loudly in displeasure:
“My brother is not illiterate!
My brother knows a lot of words and he also taught Xiaoxue how to read.
My brother can also write poetry, and he taught me how to write poetry!"
The childish voice, speaking such "outrageous" and "big words", made me laugh even louder.
Tian Jinbu laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and said, "Your brother can write poetry? A poor peasant dares to say he can write poetry. What kind of poetry does he write? Read it to me!"
Lin Xiaoxue shouted unconvincedly: "The moonlight shines brightly in front of my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown.
How about it? This is the poem my brother wrote, it is a hundred times better than yours."
"I am dying of laughter! This little girl actually said that Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" was written by his brother."
"I'm afraid she can't tell the difference between reciting poetry and writing poetry!"
"That's right! As a farmer, being able to recite Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thoughts" is already pretty good."
"That's right! That's right! When Liu Rumeng marries him, they can discuss and appreciate "Quiet Night Thoughts" together every night...haha..."
…
Amid the waves of laughter from the educated youth, even Liu Rumeng blushed in embarrassment, lowered her head, and dared not say a word in rebuttal.
After all, she also knew that what the educated youth said was true.
The moment I decided to marry Lin Huowang, all my fantasies about literature, poetry, and even some modern and beautiful things had been buried!
Just live in this small village and be an ordinary peasant woman!
However……
At this moment, Lin Huowang, who had been carrying Liu Rumeng's luggage without saying anything or expressing any opinions, narrowed his eyes and stood up and said:
“Who says farmers can’t write poetry?”
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