Chapter 21: Ming, why don’t you give it a try?
Ming couldn’t help but facepalm as he looked at the dazed goose.
How did this goose even get here?
Didn’t you come with me this morning? Could it be that you followed my scent here?
And if you keep wandering around like this and someone discovers your special qualities, they might cook you!
Even though Ming didn’t yet know what kind of breed the Heavenly Black Goose was, these rare and precious creatures were definitely something many people would want to eat for their great nourishing properties.
“Does this goose belong to your family?”
Mochi walked up beside Ming and Qingwan, smiling.
“Yes, Mr. Xiao, it’s our Xiao Bai~ Isn’t she beautiful~~~” Qingwan said proudly.
Mochi then continued his lecture on the Analects.
“Hee-honk!” The Heavenly Black Goose nodded.
“Mr. Xiao, I apologize. Xiao Bai must have been bored at home and somehow found her way here. Please forgive her.” Ming jumped down from his seat and bowed respectfully to Mochi.
A graceful lady, a gentleman’s ideal mate, this is poetry.
Mochi didn’t ask the Heavenly Black Goose to leave; instead, he allowed the goose to stay outside the lecture hall and listen to the class together.
Pengda timidly sat down.
Mr. Xiao, being a cultivator, even if I don’t know how high his cultivation level is, surely he can determine the gender of animals, right?
“Everyone, since Miss Xiao Bai has graced us with her presence today, could any of you compose a poem describing Miss Xiao Bai?” Mr. Xiao asked the group.
Even Pengda looked on in admiration.
“Honk honk honk!!!”
We’re all kids, and I’m two years older than you! How can your poem be so much better than mine?
The sun blazed overhead, and sweat streamed down my face—this is also poetry.
Qingwan looked at Ming with bright eyes, eagerly awaiting what kind of poem Ming would create.
Thinking the teacher was looking at her, Qingwan quickly hid behind Ming.
Mochi scanned the crowd: “Is there anyone who would like to give it a try?”
When Ming composed this poem, even though the children in the lecture hall lacked appreciation skills, they all knew this poem was well done—a vision of a swan in the water appeared in their minds.
Though this poem was simple and easy to understand, it could only be considered ordinary.
Pengda scratched the back of his head nervously, wanting to decline but lacking the courage.
“Hahaha…”
As Mochi finished speaking, everyone shrank their heads.
Mochi shook his head: “The poems I speak of need not follow strict rules of rhyme or meter. Say whatever comes to mind, for each person has their own inner poetry.”
But Qingwan thought no other swans were as pretty as Xiao Bai and eventually gave up.
Anyway, Big Brother Ming’s big white goose is also my big white goose.
Each person has their own inner poetry.”
“That is indeed beautiful.” Mochi nodded.
“Ming doesn’t need to apologize. Everyone was getting tired anyway, and Elder Goose’s arrival has added some color to our lecture hall.” Mochi smiled.
It was just when Ming composed this poem that suddenly, a string of words popped into Ming’s mind:
“You’ve written a poem, Righteous Aura +100, Elegance +10.”
A little girl with twin braids stood up: “But, Mr. Xiao, isn’t writing poetry something only adults do? We don’t know how to write poems.”
Surprisingly,
“Why don’t…” Mochi looked at Pengda in front of him, “Pengda, you give it a try?”
Pengda’s poem successfully made the students in the lecture hall laugh, filling the area with lively atmosphere.
“Why don’t…” Mochi looked toward Ming’s direction.
Mochi unconsciously pinched his fingers:
“Who would have thought that Xu Mansion could produce such a talented child.
Finally, Pengda glanced at the big white goose, then at Mochi, thought for a moment:
“The big white goose, white and white, one pot can’t contain it, spicy flavor makes it truly delicious.”
Surprisingly, the master actually knew his name.
“Apologies, apologies. It was presumptuous of me. My apologies to Miss Xiao Bai.” Saying this, Mochi actually bowed to the Heavenly Black Goose.
The Heavenly Black Goose “honked honked honked,” expressing its joy.
The Heavenly Black Goose saw this and “honked honked honked,” as if saying, “Younger brother, you’d better make a good poem for me. Don’t let this goose down.”
Even though until now, Ming didn’t know what use Righteous Aura had.
Mochi looked at Ming and felt he exuded an aura of spring breeze, every move carrying literary elegance.
The Heavenly Black Goose angrily flapped its wings repeatedly, ready to battle this little fatty to the death.
Pengda kept his head low, his cheeks red.
“Gee~ (This goose forgives you)” The Heavenly Black Goose placed its wings on its hips and lifted its long neck.
“Honk honk honk!!!” The Heavenly Black Goose flapped its wings by the window in protest.
Ming stood up.
However, no one spoke.
But still, this poem was composed by a five-year-old child.
Qingwan once thought about raising one herself when she saw Ming keeping a goose.
By noon, when classes ended, the children poured out of the lecture hall like they were liberated.
But no matter what, it was definitely better than Pengda’s.
“Is there anyone else who wants to compose a poem?” Mochi looked at the crowd again.
“Ahh?” The chubby boy stood up immediately, his fat jiggling, making others laugh.
“Very good poem.” Mochi praised.
Mochi asked a few more children if they wanted to compose poems and called out a few names.
Adults have adult poetry, children have children’s poetry.
Mochi smiled: “Not bad, Pengda, you managed to say something, which is already quite remarkable. Sit down.”
Some wanted to give it a try but were too afraid to raise their hands.
Mochi looked at Ming.
Mochi’s eyes held a hint of surprise as he looked at Ming.
“Xu Ming, why don’t you give it a try?”
When those words popped up, Ming was also surprised, not expecting that composing a poem could increase Righteous Aura.
Ming was somewhat shocked and puzzled inside.
Mochi praised.
Ming thought for a moment and recited: “Honk honk honk, curved neck singing to the sky. White feathers floating on green water, red webbed feet stirring clear ripples.”
Beside Ming, Qingwan looked at him with adoring eyes.
“Honk? (Eh?) Honk honk honk~~~(Younger brother, your verse is pretty good)”
Could it be that the Xu family will rise again?”
Mochi watched as Ming and Qingwan left the school, the Heavenly Black Goose waddling after them.
Qingwan pouted: “Teacher, what you said isn’t right. Xiao Bai is female.”
Looking at their retreating figures, Mochi silently wrote down Ming’s name on a piece of paper.
