But he threw away his absurd thoughts in a blink of an eye and coughed slightly, "Miss, just ask what the girl wants to know."

"Well, I read the book that eggs can hatch chicks, but they all break out of their shells. Have you seen how they break out of their shells?"

Qiao Jingrou's eyes flashed, her voice was as crisp as an oriole, completely different from her previous posture.

Liu Ruohuan thought she was asking something, but she didn't expect it to be just this kind of common sense in life. He grinned, "Hmph, of course I've seen it."

Then Liu Ruohuan told her about the difference between egg animals and viviparous animals and became her biological enlightenment teacher.

All these things were learned in the classroom in my previous life. Qiao Jingrou had never heard people talk about animals in such a systematic way, and she listened with relish and was very devoted.

Liu Ruohuan talked for two hours, and when he was almost dry, he finally stopped talking, but obviously the other party was not satisfied, so he asked questions and even wanted him to talk about the mathematics and astronomy in his mouth.

But a man with strong dragon spirits and tigers can't stand this kind of trouble. Liu Ruohuan hurriedly persuaded: "Review the past and learn the new. Now that you have learned new things, you have to review first. Although it is good to study blindly, this will make your foundation unstable and easily miss the key you have learned before."

Of course this is nonsense, because he found that Qiao Jingrou had a very fast learning ability. Whenever he reached the key point, he could basically draw inferences from one example and give the same examples.

I have learned biology knowledge for so many years in my previous life, and within these two hours, I either forgot it or was emptied by her.

If you continue to talk like this endlessly, sooner or later you will have to reveal the fact that you are not good at learning skills.

"Then you will talk about mathematics and astronomy when you get in the car tomorrow."

Liu Ruohuan complained secretly in her heart, math and astronomy were her weaknesses. If she stayed in the carriage for a long time tomorrow, she wouldn't really miss it.

But now I’m already on the shelves, and I have to go on it with a tough bullet.

He had no choice but to smile awkwardly, "It's easy to say."

Seeing that Liu Ruohuan agreed, Qiao Jingrou felt relieved. She tilted her head slightly, as if she had remembered something, and suddenly said, "Sure enough, not all the things in the book are right."

"I heard from the book that men are different from women. Most men do not know a word throughout their lives. Only a few men from the official family will learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in order to marry a good family. This is the case with the people they met before."

Liu Ruohuan was about to refute, but she realized that this world was different from the world she lived in. A man spent most of his life on wife and daughters, and he did not have too much time to study.

Not to mention the so-called compulsory education, most of the time when going to school is rich and status. If you hire a scholar as a teacher, you will need a lot of monthly payments.

Qiao Jingrou saw Liu Ruohuan silently, thinking that her words stimulated him, so she waved her hand and explained: "The young master is completely different from those... family relatives, or children from aristocratic families."

Her tone was a little quick and her way of speaking was a bit clumsy, but it could be seen that she expressed her appreciation for Liu Ruohuan sincerely.

Liu Ruohuan didn't take her words to heart, but just sighed at the low status of men in this world.

He was shocked when he heard Qiao Jingrou's words, "I heard that the Miss Qiao family basically did not show up..."

"No, the tribe will hold poetry meetings every now and then, but after going there twice, it was basically a waste of time, so I never participated again. Those men often did not write good poems, but they still bothered me to annotate them."

When Qiao Jingrou said this, she showed a distressed expression. Suddenly her eyes lit up. She reached out and she pulled out a piece of rice paper on the table and handed it to Liu Ruohuan.

"By the way, this is the "Records of the Travels" I wrote a few days ago. Can the young master help me see it?"

When Liu Ruohuan thought of the Yellow Wolf Fu, she wanted to shirk the past, but she couldn't resist the look of the comments, so she had to make mental preparations first.

But I didn't expect to be amazed by poetry at first sight.

I am so sorry for the growing grass by the stream, climbing up to see the moon and frost everywhere. A stunning geese cannot be kept, and no one can cross the river boat in spring.

If the fonts were not the same, Liu Ruohuan suspected that these two poems were not written by one person.

"When did you write your yellow wolf poem?"

"The Yellow Wolf Fu was written when I was three years old. I wrote this book casually. What's wrong with the young master?"

In Qiao Jingrou's eyes, Liu Ruohuan was an incredible literary master at this time. His wonderful and imaginative knowledge had already brought him to the altar.

Therefore, naturally, she felt that Liu Ruohuan was an omnipotent person and was looking forward to the other party saying a few words to her.

The level of poetry in this world is indeed not very high. Not to mention that it is comparable to the Tang and Song dynasties, even the level of the Ming and Qing dynasties is almost inferior.

But if you think about it carefully, it is true that no one can say that a person of the level of a poet, sage, and immortal can emerge from another world?

But even so, it would be really difficult for him to write poems and comment on bad things.

Liu Ruohuan also knew that this time he had overpretended the show, how could he write poems? How many poems could he recite poems...

Wait, memorize the poem?

Liu Ruohuan coughed twice, trying to hide the awkwardness on her face.

"This poem is good, but it's still a bit of a bad meaning."

Qiao Jingrou nodded repeatedly, "Please speak with her, young master."

Seeing her appearance, Liu Ruohuan felt even more embarrassed. She was about to deceive an innocent girl. How could this feel like cheating a child on New Year's money?

"Rhymes can be slowly modified by lyrics, but the main thing is still artistic conception." Liu Ruohuan kept a secret and continued: "For example, if you write a poem about recording the line, you can cover your longing."

Qiao Jingrou looked at him, thought about it again and again, but she didn't think about it, so she came out.

"I will give you an example with my teacher's poem. You ask if the return date is not there, and the night rain in Bashan rises in the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan?"

After savoring it carefully for a long time, the willow eyebrows locked tighter.

"What kind of mountain do you think is this Bashan?"

Liu Ruohuan blushed and her heart beat hard. She almost forgot that this was another world, and many things were different from her.

"It's an unknown mountain in our place...the key point is to the last two sentences."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Jingrou looked at Liu Ruohuan with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, and she shook her head, "Without the prelude to the poem, the artistic conception of this poem will definitely not express her heart like this... But those are not the key, young master, why do you lie to me?"

"Have I lie to you?" Liu Ruohuan started to fight, but his heart was pounding. He kept wondering where he showed his flaws. Could it be that Shi had a problem?

It's impossible. This poem is a seven-character quatrain from the Tang Dynasty. Just one poem can make people remember the eternal.
Chapter completed!