Reborn in 1976, teach him how to be an official

Liu Hongyi himself felt a little embarrassed. What a scumbag! He actually flirted with the girl. He pretended to be flustered and said, "I copied it..."

"Copied?"

"How come I've never heard of this poem before?"

Ai Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows.

As a top student and the child of a high-ranking official, Ai Xiaoyu's knowledge far exceeds that of ordinary classmates, and she has also read a lot of extracurricular books.

"I once worried that my excessive affection would harm my Buddhist practice, and I was afraid of leaving the city when I went into the mountains. How can I achieve both in this world, without disappointing the Tathagata and without disappointing you?"

Ai Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "What a beautiful poem... Who wrote it? Could it be a monk?"

“Yes, it was written by the Sixth Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso.”

"He didn't like being a living Buddha; he just wanted to live freely like an ordinary young man. Unfortunately, he later became a victim of political struggle. He wrote many beautiful love poems, and "Not Disappointing the Tathagata, Not Disappointing You" is his most famous. The poem is very long, and I can't remember it all. I only remember the last four lines."

"Tsangyang Gyatso, Tsangyang Gyatso..."

Ai Xiaoyu kept muttering the name, with a look of melancholy on her face.

She had never heard of such a poet in history.

After all, this is not the Internet age, and there are very few ways to disseminate knowledge.

"Liu Hongyi, how do you know so much?"

This is the most common sigh in Ai Xiaoyu's heart since she got along with Liu Hongyi.

If Ai Xiaoyu came from the future, she would definitely give Liu Hongyi a four-character evaluation - treasure boy.

Liu Hongyi smiled and said, "I just read some miscellaneous books and didn't do my job properly, haha..."

"No, you're not idle, you're multi-talented... And, the poem you just recited is more powerful than Tsangyang Gyatso's. It's not as helpless as his poems. Well, in this life, I will never give up my ambition to soar to the sky, and I will live up to the people and you!"

"very nice!"

"Liu Hongyi, you will definitely have a great future..."

Ai Xiaoyu looked at him with bright eyes, without avoiding at all, and spoke very seriously.

"Okay, I'll take your kind words... Our country has fallen far behind. I really hope to do something tangible for our country and our nation in the future."

Liu Hongyi said with some sigh.

This way I will live up to my rebirth and all I have learned in my life.

"Well, you can do it. I believe in you!"

Liu Hongyi smiled slightly, walked to the campfire, turned over the yellow mud ball that had already dried up, and a tempting fragrance faintly emanated from it.

Time passed slowly, and although the days are long and the nights are short in summer, it was already evening.

"It should be almost done."

Liu Hongyi estimated the time, used a stick to pull the beggar's chicken out of the charcoal fire, put it aside, and waited quietly for it to cool down naturally.

It seems that no one has ever heard of using water to speed up the cooling of beggar's chicken, so Liu Hongyi did not dare to act rashly, lest he fail in his endeavors.

Anyway, I have waited for so long, so this last shudder doesn't matter.

After about another twenty minutes, the light by the river had dimmed. Liu Hongyi tried to crack open the yellow mud shell, and an enticing fragrance came to his nose.

"smell good……"

Ai Xiaoyu couldn't help but close her eyes, took a deep breath, and her face was full of intoxicated expression.

"Let me taste it first to see if it's cooked..."

As Liu Hongyi spoke, he tore off a chicken leg. The skin was golden brown, the meat was snow-white, and it was steaming, which was really tempting.

One bite and your mouth is filled with fragrance.

“Oh, it’s so delicious…”

Liu Hongyi also closed his eyes and praised, then handed the bitten chicken leg to Ai Xiaoyu.

Ai Xiaoyu didn't mind at all. She took it and took a bite, then her eyes suddenly widened.

"It's so delicious, so delicious. I've never eaten such delicious chicken..."

By the quiet river, two young men were tearing beggar's chicken apart with their hands and eating it with great relish.

Ai Xiaoyu was a girl after all, so she ate in a more refined manner, while Liu Hongyi's eating manners were somewhat ferocious. What amused Liu Hongyi the most was that Ai Xiaoyu would run to the river to wash her hands from time to time.