Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Little boy, who taught you this?"

Yingying smiled at the stage and said nothing.

"Look, you're not even as good as a child." Another actor quickly improvised and finally resolved the situation.

After the crosstalk show ended, it was getting late, so the group got back into the car and drove towards home.

"Yingying, what exactly did you mean by 'Litang Dingzhen' just now?" Lu You finally asked the question he had always been curious about.

"I don't know what it means, but I know they will say this next." Yingying blinked innocently.

"Ding Zhen is a person's name. His hometown is Litang," Su Jiahe explained.

"Oh, so that's how it is. The Four Treasures of the Study and Litang Ding Zhen, although every word can match, the upper and lower couplets are completely unrelated. This is a heartless couplet. What a coincidence, too much of a coincidence, Yingying is really a child prodigy." Lu You looked at Yingying with an incredible look.

"Yingying, I know you are very smart, but in the future when you listen to crosstalk, don't tell it out even if you know something in advance. If you dig into other people's secrets like this, it will embarrass them." Wang Mang said to Yingying.

"Well, I see."

When Su Jiahe and the others returned home, a group of children had also finished school. When they saw Lu You, they all gathered around to greet him.

"Miss Su, it turns out there are so many people in your family. It's really lively."

"Who is this old gentleman?" He Shuangqing asked.

"This is Lu Fangweng, a poet from the Song Dynasty." Su Jiahe introduced him to everyone solemnly.

"Wow!" everyone exclaimed.

"Why, you all know me?"

"I have read your poetry collection before. It is really an honor for me to see it today." He Shuangqing stepped forward and saluted.

"Mr. Lu, I just learned your poem. Don't laugh at the muddy wine of the farmers, for in a good year there are enough chickens and pigs to entertain guests. Mountains and rivers are so steep that you think there is no way out, but when you look up, you see another village..." Liu Zixun recited "Visiting Shanxi Village" in one breath.

"I wrote this four years ago. I didn't expect that my poems would still be circulating eight hundred years later." Lu You touched Liu Zixun's head with satisfaction.

"Mr. Lu, you have left more than 9,000 poems." Daji said.

"Oh, little Daji, how come you know this? You also know Mr. Lu?" Wang Mang looked at Daji in surprise.

"I just finished studying the history of the Southern Song Dynasty."

When Lu You heard that he had 9,000 works handed down to the world, he was both surprised and happy.

"Really? I didn't know I had so many poems."

"Really, I'm wondering why you are so prolific. We ordinary people can't even write a poem." Wang Mang said jokingly.

"They're just some random notes." Lu You smiled and waved his hand. "But I want to know, are there any writers throughout history who have written more poems than I do?"

"No, you are the poet with the most circulated poems." Su Jiahe said.

"No, there should be another one." Wang Mang suddenly interrupted Su Jiahe, "You forgot about Qianlong. He left behind more than 40,000 poems."

"Who is Qianlong? Can I read his works?" Lu You immediately looked at him with admiration.

"Who is Qianlong? Haven't I learned it yet?" Daji looked confused.

"Qianlong was the later emperor. I also read about it in history books, but could he also write poetry?" He Shuangqing also asked curiously.

"Uh...are you sure you want to read Qianlong's poems?" Su Jiahe was speechless.

"Take a look at it, just for fun." Wang Mang searched for a few poems by Emperor Qianlong on his mobile phone and handed them to Lu You.

"Well...it's quite easy to understand, but there are too many empty words in some places." After reading several poems by Qianlong, Lu You made polite comments.

"As expected of a scholar, you speak with high emotional intelligence." Wang Mang laughed.

Out of curiosity, others also searched for Qianlong's poems, but after reading them, they all looked as if they had been cheated.

"I can write two kilograms of this kind of poetry a day." Liu Ziluan curled his lips.

As they were talking, the pizza family meal that Su Jiahe ordered was delivered, and the whole family had a happy meal together.

"I've eaten so many delicious foods today that I'm really full." After the meal, Lu You paced back and forth on the balcony to help digest the food.

"Mr. Lu, it's still early. Let's go out for a walk together. I'll take you to see the night market." Su Jiahe said.

"Okay, I'll go too." Wang Mang hurriedly followed.

Yingying wanted to go to bed soon after dinner, so the three of them went to the night market together.

"The night markets in later generations are really brightly lit, several times brighter than before." Lu You couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the bustling streets.

"Of course, people in the past could only light candles, but now we have electric lights. Electricity is truly a great invention," said Wang Mang.

After walking for a while, they came to a bar street.

"What is this place?" Lu You was mesmerized by the colorful lights on the street.

"This is where people drink and have fun. It's usually open after dark and stays open until the early morning. I have a friend here, so why don't we go sit in his shop?"

As Su Jiahe spoke, she brought Lu You to the gate of Tingxiang in the small town, but found that the gate was closed.

"This one is closed today, let's go to the one in front."

The group arrived at the bar, and as expected, as soon as they entered, they saw Chen Ou personally mixing cocktails at the bar.

"Jiahe, Brother Wang, long time no see. You didn't come on New Year's Day."

"We were busy during the New Year's Day holidays," Wang Mang said. "New guests have arrived. Give us some good wine instead of those colorful things you mixed."

"No, no, I can't drink much." Lu You declined politely.

"Brother Wang, don't look down on these colorful wines. Come and try my new one." Chen Ou said as he handed two glasses to Wang Mang.

Through the glass, you can see purple liquid at the bottom and light blue at the top. The color transition in the middle is very natural, just like the cross-section of the deep sea. On the surface of the liquid, there is also a small boat made of mint leaves floating.

"It looks pretty good." Wang Mang took the cup and looked it up and down.

"I don't drink, so it's just right for you to have a glass each." Su Jiahe said.

Several people sat in the booth. Lu You picked up the glass and took a sip carefully. A cool and sweet taste went straight to his throat along with the evaporation of alcohol.

"It's really a good wine. I've never tasted it before." Lu You savored it again.

"Hmm, this wine is really well made." Wang Mang took a sip and nodded. "Old Chen, what's the name of your new drink?"

"The gourd and the wine cup belong together." Chen Ou said without raising his head while he was busy.

"Riding a small boat and toasting each other with gourd cups, this name is very vivid." Lu You immediately said the origin of the name.

"I seem to have seen this sentence somewhere." Su Jiahe felt it was strangely familiar.

"From Su Dongpo's Red Cliff."

"Oh, I remember now. I even memorized it when I was in school," Su Jiahe suddenly realized. "After so many years, I've returned it to the teacher."