When the middle-aged man finished his phone call with Han Junwei, he was far away on the riverside of the Lianggoutan...

Meng Tianjiao, who was still fishing at this time, finally couldn't help but feel curious because of the call that Han Junwei had just called and spoke to Han Qingjun. "Who was that person just now? He called you and said, "What is the poem you wrote...you can still write poems?"

"Ah, oh, the person who called me just now was my cousin Han Junwei. He didn't say what poem I wrote. He said that my poem was attracted by the people from the Poetry Association, and then the people over there wanted me to join the Poetry Association, so I refused." Han Qingjun, who was holding Nini and fishing, heard Meng Tianjiao's words and replied directly to him with a smile.

"This guy still has the ability to join the Poetry Association? Although the threshold for the Poetry Association has been very low in recent years, it has not yet reached the point where anyone wants to enter. This guy must have something to hide from me..."

After muttering a few words in my heart, Meng Tianjiao looked directly at Han Qingjun and asked curiously, "If you can join the Poetry Association, your poems must be very good. If you have any works, take them out and take them out for me..."

"Nini, recite to grandpa, the poems that dad taught you recently..." Hearing that Meng Tianjiao wanted to see his work, Han Qingjun directly reached out and touched Nini's little head, and smiled and asked her to do it for her.

Nini, who was originally sitting in Han Qingjun's arms, saw that her chance to show off, immediately began to recite the compassionate farmers with a happy face; "Compassion farmers... It's noon to hoe the wheat, and sweat drips into the soil. Who knew that every grain of food on the plate was hard."

"This is the poem you wrote. It's good and very charming. It tells the difficulty of farming for farmers and teaches children that they should save food. This poem is indeed enough to allow you to join the poetry association." Although Meng Tianjiao is very poor, his knowledge is not covered. He can see that the farmers are not simple at once.

"Is this poem bad? I'm transported from the textbooks on the other side of the earth..."

After muttering a few words in his heart, Han Qingjun looked at Nini again and said to her with a smile, "Did you only remember this song? Have you forgotten that song of water tune??"

"I haven't forgotten, I'll sing it to you..."

After happily replying Han Qingjun's words, Nini stood up directly in Han Qingjun's arms, and then raised her hands and shouted in a slight voice like when Han Qingjun was holding her, "When will the bright moon come? I asked the sky with wine. I don't know what year it will be today. I want to ride the wind, but I am afraid that the jade building and jade hall are too cold to the heights. I dance and play with the clear shadows, how is it like being in the world......"

"This is also the poem you wrote. Then you are a ghost internet celebrity. You should quickly join the Poetry Association and publish a few poems. It is best to write a textbook for a few poems. When the title of a great poet comes out, do you still have to be afraid of not making money?" Although the water-tun song head that Nini shouted lacks some feelings, this does not prevent Meng Tianjiao from knowing that this is a very good poem. For this reason, he really hopes that Han Qingjun will go to the Poetry Association because he wants to cultivate a national goddess and then develop a great poet.

At this time, Han Qingjun was being hacked by everyone on the Internet, so he has no way to broadcast live recently.

Now as long as he starts the live broadcast, he will definitely be scolded, so when he hears Meng Tianjiao's words, he is moved...

The reason why he was moved was that as a porter, he felt that he had the obligation to transport the good things in his memory here and share them with the people here...

Secondly, because the poems here are a bit awkward in recent years, there have been no good poems or good poets in nearly ten years.

So if Han Qingjun writes poetry and prose now, he will probably be popular and may make a lot of money. After all, rare goods are always rare.

After being moved, Han Qingjun looked at Meng Tianjiao and asked him seriously, "Dad, if you say I'm going to be a poet, will you be a little too tender? Do you think I want to have a goatee to pretend to be a mature person??"

"You can keep a goatee, but as a poet, you have to change your outfit in the future. You'd better buy a few Zhongshan suits to wear. Don't wear these suits and jeans. It's too in line with the poet's style that is beyond the normal person." Faced with Han Qingjun's advice, Meng Tianjiao looked like a person who came here and taught him seriously.

Facing Meng Tianjiao's teachings, Han Qingjun remembered something, suddenly looked at him with awkward expression and said, "Dad, the poets you mentioned should need to go around commercial performances, right?"

"Nonsense, how can you make money if you don't go through commercial performances? As a poet, you must participate in some activities and earn those appearance fees..." Meng Tianjiao, who didn't know that Han Qingjun had been restricted from going out, said directly with disapproval.

Facing Meng Tianjiao's disapproval, Han Qingjun looked at him with awkward expression and said, "Well, I may not be the kind of poet you mentioned, because I have been restricted from traveling, and my range of activities is limited to our county. If I exceed me, I will be transferred back..."

"Ah, why do you have such restrictions? Didn't you go out to play before? Why is this restrictions coming out now??" Hearing Han Qingjun's words, Meng Tianjiao was stunned and asked Han Qingjun with some suspicion.

Because I don't know why I can't go out.

So in the face of Meng Tianjiao's suspicion, Han Qingjun could only wave his hand to him speechlessly and said that he didn't know that he was coming; "I don't know, and the other party didn't tell me, but I guess it was probably because I had committed a crime before I was twenty-five years old..."

"Okay, then... then you'll be a hidden poet, just in line with the sentence... Talented people are either in the mountains or wandering..." After hearing that Han Qingjun could not go out, Meng Tianjiao sighed disappointedly, and could only accept Han Qingjun comfortably and could only do things like an invisible literary master.

It happened to be almost the same time at this time, so when facing Meng Tianjiao who was a little disappointed, Han Qingjun reminded him apologetically, "Dad, it's getting late, let's go home now, kill these fish, we can have a fresh meal today at noon..."

"Ah, yes, we'll deal with these fish when we go home. The fish we caught will definitely be delicious. Hahaha, let's go, Nini, grandpa will just take you home, just carry the fish for your father, hahaha..." Speaking of the fish we caught, Meng Tianjiao, who caught a lot of fish today, suddenly lost the loss he had just now. He stood up happily and led Nini away first, leaving the dried fish and the fish for Han Qingjun.

Nini refused to be hugged by Meng Tianjiao, but she didn't mind him holding her.

So the little guy jumped and was led back to the village by Meng Tianjiao, while singing the water tune happily. "When will the bright moon come? I asked the sky with wine. I don't know what the palace in the sky is, what year is tonight... Grandpa, can I sing well?"

"Okay, okay, my granddaughter must have sang well. She has the style of my grandfather back then. Nini, grandfather secretly told you that grandfather was a cultural person before, and he came from college students..." Maybe it was because of the reunion of the next generation. Meng Tianjiao's love for Nini at this time has surpassed Meng Xiaolong's love. Looking at the hairstyle with a small pot lid, jumping around. Nini, Meng Tianjiao's heart was almost fascinated.
Chapter completed!