"Come on, have a drink!"
Those present were all wealthy young men dressed in silk and satin. They raised their bowls and enjoyed themselves.
Xu Youcai often chatted with these young men and recited poems. As the store became more popular, the business also improved.
"Good wine, good wine, shopkeeper Xu, your wine is really excellent!"
A young man seemed to have had too much to drink. He drank a glass of wine and read a poem heartily:
"The fragrance of wine fills the world, and my heart is intoxicated. The wine jar reflects the moonlight, and the cup is full for the beautiful woman."
After reading it, the whole audience was in an uproar!
"Good! Good! As expected of Mr. Zhao, he is truly talented in poetry!"
"It is said that a tiger's father has no dog son. Mr. Zhao's father is the chief of our Jinchuan City. Mr. Zhao is also very talented and talented!"
Everyone paid compliments, and some even recalled the poem over and over again, and were so excited that tears filled their eyes.
Lu Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud. He had been reading poems by poets such as Li Bai and Du Fu since he was a child, and he was very picky. The poems written by Mr. Zhao were only limericks at most.
"Um?"
Sensing the disdain in Lu Chen's laughter, Zhao Wei suddenly raised his eyebrows.
Xu Youcai also turned around and saw a ragged young man standing at the door. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. He became furious when he found out it was Lu Chen: "What do you guys do for food? Who asked you to let him go?" Come in!"
"Lu, you are really tough. It seems that the beating you gave me last time was not hard enough."
Several of the men in the restaurant rolled up their sleeves and walked towards Lu Chen eagerly.
Only then did the anger in Zhao Wei's heart subside.
Depend on!
Xu Youcai is Lu Chen's last hope, but he doesn't even want to look at him, let alone help him!
Seeing that his subordinates were also preparing to convince others with their reasoning, Lu Chen hurriedly said: "Shopkeeper Xu, I'm here to compose a poem."
After a brief moment of astonishment, the whole place burst into laughter, filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Hahaha, Lu Chen writes poetry? That sow can still climb a tree! I heard that when he was a child, his father hired several gentlemen to teach him how to read. As a result, let alone a scholar, he couldn't even reach the level of a junior student. arrive."
"Such an idiot has the nerve to complain that he can't pass the imperial examination. If he only needs this little ink in his belly to get the imperial examination, then my neighbor's stupid son can become the prime minister!"
"Yeah, this guy must have lost all his money again and wants to cheat!"
Xu Youcai was also happy: "Okay, then you can read the poem. After you finish reading, you can leave."
After saying that, Xu Youcai waved his hand, and his two men eagerly walked towards Lu Chen.
Lu Chen took a deep breath and said, "Singing over wine, what's life like!"
The two men were about to lift Lu Chen up, the next moment.
"Wait!"
When Xu Youcai heard this, he immediately trembled. Just eight words contained such profound truth. There was something in this poem!
"Lu Chen, keep reading!"
“It’s like morning dew, it’s going to be more miserable in the day!”
"Be generous with generosity, and worry will be unforgettable!"
"The only solution to your worries is Du Kang!"
Lu Chen also took the opportunity to read out the following verses.
After everyone was stunned for a short time, their expressions suddenly changed!
"Why only Du Kang can relieve worries...well said, well said!"
"Simple and easy-to-understand words, yet compose gorgeous and beautiful poetry. Such talent is really amazing!"
"Even if you give me another fifty years, I still won't be able to write a poem like this!"
Even Zhao Wei, who had just been ridiculed by Lu Chen, couldn't help but froze in place at this moment. He only felt that his poetic talent, compared to Lu Chen, could be described as the fluorescence of rotting grass, how could it be compared to the bright moon in the heart of heaven!
Lu Chen was reading "Dan Ge Xing" by Cao Cao. Cao Cao was the best poet during the Three Kingdoms period.
This time and space also had the Xia Dynasty and the Shang Dynasty, so the people of Dafeng also knew that Du Kang meant wine. But after the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, history was completely rewritten like a river changing its course.
"Lu Chen, where did you hear this poem?"
Xu Youcai loved poetry very much, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"This hymn was composed by the following."
Lu Chen could not reveal that he was a time traveler, so he shamelessly acted as a copycat.
"Who? You? Damn it, you are the only idiot who can write poetry? Then I can still go to heaven and earth!"
"Lu, tell me where you heard this from! Tell me, and I'll reward you with a meat bun!"
Everyone showed contempt, and everyone in Jinchuan shook their head after hearing Lu Chen's reputation.
"Well, Lu Chen, Mr. Zhao just went to the Yellow Crane Tower a while ago. You write a poem based on the Yellow Crane Tower."
A slight smile appeared on Xu Youcai's lips: "If you can't answer, then you have to tell us where you heard the drinking song just now."
Lu Chen smiled indifferently and chanted slowly: "In the past, people rode the yellow crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was left empty here. Once the yellow crane is gone, it will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years."
The scene suddenly fell into deathly silence.
"The Yellow Crane is gone and never returns, and the white clouds linger in the sky for thousands of years... The beautiful scene of the Yellow Crane Tower is outlined in just a few strokes. It's really intoxicating!"
"This poem is catchy, easy to understand, with gorgeous words and beautiful artistic conception. This is the first time I have heard such a poem. Could it be that it is really a poem written by Lu Chen?"
Even if the young masters were already drunk, they couldn't help but take a breath after hearing this poem. The expressions of enjoyment on their faces seemed to be appreciating a work of art.
Don't blame them for making such a fuss. Any poem in a primary school textbook can only be passed down after being washed over hundreds of thousands of years and recognized by one generation after another.
"Now that I have written about the Yellow Crane Tower, I will write another song about the Yellow River."
Zhao Wei once again asked the question, and Lu Chen blurted out one after another yet stunning masterpiece, which made him feel numb.
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but take a breath.
As the mother river of China, the Yellow River is majestic and has a long history. Since ancient times, many poets have written poems praising the Yellow River. However, such a great existence of the Yellow River requires a great enough talent to write well.
This is a gift question.
"The sun sets over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."
Lu Chen smiled slightly, with a calm look as if he was answering a sub-question.
In an instant, the entire audience was stunned.
"The sun sets behind the mountains, the Yellow River flows into the sea... Just a few words outline the picture of the sun slowly setting along the mountains, and the Yellow River flowing eastward towards the sea. It makes people think about it, and is shocked and fascinated by the Yellow River! This is really a story. A poem worthy of tribute to the Emperor!"
"The words are concise and concise, and every word is precious. I am sure that this poem will definitely go down in history. Even if we are all turned into a handful of loess hundreds of thousands of years later, this poem will still shine! Witness this famous poem with your own eyes. Poetry is born, and I will die without regrets!"
"It's really an eye-opener. No one in the entire Jinchuan City knew that Lu Chen was a prodigal with no knowledge and skills. He, he actually wrote such a poem! After all, geniuses are often different!"
For a while.
The previous contempt, disdain and disdain on everyone's faces all disappeared, replaced by deep shock and amazement!
"Lu... Mr. Lu, please sit down!"
Zhao Wei's eyes lit up, as if he saw a close friend, he was in awe of Lu Chen, and hurriedly pulled Lu Chen to sit down.
"Mr. Zhao, do you want some snacks?"
Lu Chen was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. Zhao Wei hurriedly ordered the waiter to bring a pot of tea and a basin of snacks.
Lu Chen ate with gusto and burped happily after filling his stomach.
Zhao Wei is the son of the chief secretary. If he can hug this thigh, his daughter will be saved.
But before Lu Chen got close, a subordinate came over and whispered in Zhao Wei's ear for a while. Zhao Wei sighed and said, "Mr. Lu, I have something to do, so I'll leave first. Shopkeeper Xu, you must take good care of Mr. Lu."
"Okay, walk slowly."
Xu Youcai had a licking smile on his face.
"Lu Chen, I have known your father for a long time, and I have watched you grow up since childhood. Your father has invited many teachers for you since you were a child, but without exception, they all made you angry. I remember that you have bad words. I know a few of you, how do you know how to write poetry?"
Xu Youcai's face was full of shock, and he still hasn't recovered yet, "After the death of Emperor Da Shenzong, our Dafeng poetry world has been bleak in the past few hundred years. Today's saints have both virtue and talent, and they are thirsty for talents. With you, You are a talented poet, if you are lucky enough to compose a poem in front of the emperor, I am afraid that you will be favored!"
