Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 242 – A Poem_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: A Poem_1

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After the flood in Woniu Village, new houses were built with the help of Jufeng Trading Company.

The brand-new courtyard had red roofs and white walls, adorned with large red lanterns. Under the backdrop of the gleaming snow, it looked especially pleasant.

The Magistrate walked along, stroking his beard and chuckling.

Under his governance, such rural beauty truly lifted his spirits.

Feeling delighted, he immediately ordered his grandson to compose a poem to praise the village’s abundance and beauty.

Wei Ziming, eager to show his presence in front of the Little Prince, thought for a moment, and soon had an inspiration.

“In a mountain village, a few families reside, with thatched houses shielding spring mud; only narrow paths traverse the wheat fields, and mulberry trees form a half-ladder. Crossing the stream, calves roam alone; a few rooster calls echo from distant alleys. It seems like the idyllic paradise of Taoyuan, where visitors would easily lose their way.”

“Excellent!”

As soon as he finished reciting the poem, there were immediate shouts of approval all around.

Though the villagers of Woniu couldn’t understand the poetic words, they saw the government officers accompanying them applauding heartily, so they cheered loudly as well.

“Indeed, Ziming’s verse comes naturally. It’s clear that he’s put in a lot of hard work studying with the two masters in recent years,” said the Magistrate, his beard curling in delight and his eyes narrowed with laughter.

“Grandfather, you flatter me. Though I have some talent, I’m still far behind Miss Su,” Wei Ziming said, feeling a bit smug but not obnoxiously so. He glanced at Su Qingluo, who stood beside the Little Prince, smiling at the spectacle.

“Miss Su is indeed a rare prodigy, with exceptional talent. At just nine years old, she topped the Provincial Examination, a feat rarely seen in a hundred years,” said the astute Magistrate, seamlessly following up on his grandson’s words.

“Why not invite our Provincial Examination topper to compose a poem as well, to share the joy with the villagers?” suggested the Mingshui County Magistrate, clapping his hands and not hiding his fawning smile in front of his superior.

“Excellent idea,” agreed the Magistrate.

“Miss Su, please,” said the County Magistrate, his heart bubbling with happiness and his eyes locked on Su Qingluo.

“Qingluo will do her best,” Su Qingluo said without hesitation, clearing her throat and beginning to recite.

“The mountain village offers a beautiful view, with shimmering wisps of cooking smoke; the shallow river reveals clear stones, and mountains encircle, reaching the sky. Amid the cold trees, you can see homes; red awnings at the edge of the setting sun; no way to visit across the water, so I write a poem to remember my moored boat.”

“Wonderful!”

As her words fell, the sound of praise rang out from every corner.

Compared to Wei Ziming’s perfunctory poem, the villagers truly admired Su Qingluo’s work this time.

Even though they couldn’t understand the poetic lines, their respect and devotion for Little Lucky Doll were unaffected.

“Excellent, excellent. This poem captures the essence of the mountain village’s beauty. Such fine lines are indeed rare,” praised the Magistrate, who was a literary enthusiast in his youth and could easily judge the quality of the poems. He couldn’t help but further admire Su Qingluo’s talent.

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“Li Tong, remember to record the poems composed by Young Master Wei and Miss Su. Compile them into a volume later, and let the teachers and students from the academies in various towns read and appreciate them,” the Mingshui County Magistrate wasted no time in flattering, as he immediately instructed the county government official to take out the brush and ink and record the two poems.

“Yes,” replied the government officer as he retrieved the documents and began to quickly and skillfully transcribe the events of the day.

“Hmm,” the Magistrate nodded in satisfaction.

“My lord, it’s cold outside and not suitable for standing too long. Why don’t we go to Su Hu’s house to rest for a while?” the County Magistrate continued to flatter.

“That’s a good idea,” said the Magistrate, who was accustomed to comfort. Feeling a bit uncomfortable after standing in the cold for a long time, he agreed. The group then headed towards Su Hu’s house, escorted by the government officers.