At this time the boatman came from behind.
This man was about forty, with a dark face full of wrinkles and a slightly hunched back, but full of energy. He said: "The old man listened to a poem that the young master just recited. It was so energetic. I wonder if you can write it down? If possible, The old man didn’t charge a penny for the boat fare.”
He has been sailing on Taihu Lake for more than 20 years, and has carried many scholars and scholars.
Usually, these people would also recite poems on his boat and express their feelings, but they had never heard a poem that could make him happy like today.
Although he was illiterate, this poem had very few allusions. Not only could he understand most of it, but he also felt that the poem was very well written.
If this poem can stay on his ship, his business will definitely be much better in the future.
Feeling that his bid was not enough, the boatman then said anxiously: "Although the old man's shipping fee is nothing in the eyes of the young master, I like the poems written by the young master very much. There are not many literati that the old man has ever met, but he never I have never encountered such a poem.”
Huang Rong took two steps forward, stood in front of the boatman, patted him on the shoulder and said: "You have a good eye and know that this poem is good, but you want to exchange it for the boat fare. Do you think I can't pay for it?" Agree!"
The boatman's face turned red when Huang Rong scolded him, and he quickly said: "No, no, that's not what I meant, girl... girl..."
"Girl, do you know this poem is worth thousands of gold!" Huang Rong glared and her voice suddenly became louder.
Seeing that the boatman was speaking in a hurry and even using his hands, Jingzhou said: "Shipman, you don't have to worry, it's just a poem. If you like it, it's a predestined relationship, so it's okay to give it to you. It's just that I didn't carry any pen and ink. , is there one on this ship?"
Hearing Jing Zhou's words, the man was overjoyed and said quickly: "Yes, yes! Master, wait a moment, I'll get it right away!"
Huang Rong cold "hum" and said gloomily: "Why don't you see me off?"
"You~" Jing Zhou shook his head first and then smiled: "Didn't I give you a painting worth a thousand gold before? That painting is priceless and extremely precious!"
Huang Rong pouted and suppressed her words again.
That painting is so shameful. Is it worth thousands of gold?
I'm afraid I won't be able to sell it for a hundred gold. . .
"Brother Jing, the beggar is really convinced by you. Now I go out with you and don't have to spend money to take the boat. Look at the boatman's appearance. Your casual words made him happy, which is more than picking up a piece of silver. happy."
After speaking, Hong Qigong thought for a while and then said: "What do you think of our beggar gang? Don't underestimate the beggars. There are more than one hundred thousand in this beggar gang. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the largest gang in the world. If you come to the Beggar Clan, the old beggar will pass on the position of leader of the Beggar Clan to you."
"I, the Beggar Clan, also have a dog-beating stick technique. This stick technique is actually the first-class martial arts in ancient times! It cannot be taught except by the gang leader. If you inherit the position of gang leader, I can teach you this stick technique now. How about you, Brother Jing?"
Unexpectedly, Hong Qigong would pay attention to him. Jingzhou shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "The jade fan and the white clothes are showing off, haha, Qigong, even if this leader of the Beggar Clan has all kinds of benefits, it's not what I thought, you still Choose someone else, how about you take a look at Ronger?"
Apart from anything else, the first test of being the leader of the Beggar Clan is to accept the saliva from the disciples in the Clan!
"Hmph, I don't want to be a beggar!" Huang Rong waved her hands quickly. She was not crazy, how could she join the beggar gang?
Hong Qigong shook his head regretfully. If he found another one like Jing Zhou, he would have to search all over the world, and he might not be able to find another one.
The female doll is not bad, but she is not willing. Besides, this beggar gang does not have a tradition of passing on the position to a female gang leader.
Hong Qigong let out a long sigh. He was still young anyway, so he might as well spend more time looking for it.
At this time, Huang Yaoshi was lowering his head and thinking about the poem Jingzhou had written before. His ancestors were originally from a wealthy and famous family in Zhejiang. He himself was also a man who read poetry and books. If he hadn't hated the powerful when he was young, he would now say Maybe he is already an official in the court.
When he saw Jingzhou writing poems by the lake before, he also got the idea and wanted to compare with Jingzhou. Within a moment, he had thought of two short poems, but there were no sentences worth mentioning.
If there was no Jingzhou poem before, it would be fine if he recited it, but if he recited it now, it would be a foil to Jingzhou's poem.
The scope of the artistic conception of the sentence "Bohan encompasses the three thousand realms of the sun and the moon" alone is far beyond what my two poems can match.
After a while, the boatman walked out of the cabin with an inkstone, paper and pen. There were many literati on Taihu Lake, so he always had paper and pen on board for emergencies.
A small table was laid out on the bow of the boat. The boatman laid out his pen and ink and looked at Jing Zhou expectantly.
Hong Qigong was born in a poor family and could not read a few Chinese characters. This was the first time he met such an elegant person. Before Jingzhou could write, he stood at the small table.
At this time, the wind had already picked up on the lake, and the boat began to rock. Jing Zhou was seen holding the pen without being affected at all. He touched the ink and picked up the pen in one go. Four sentences and fifty-six elegant words fell on the paper.
"Shura Martial God"
At first glance, Hong Qigong only thought that the writing of this word was beautiful, much prettier than that written by the fortune teller on the street. When he looked at it again, he found that there was a hint of sword meaning between the lines. He knew that it was Jing Zhou who had written his own The perception of swordsmanship is integrated into the words.
If someone with high understanding reads this poem, he might be able to understand a superior sword technique.
This shocked him, so he grabbed it forward with one hand, wanting to pick it up and take a closer look.
"good!"
A shout of approval came, but Huang Yaoshi was one step ahead of Hong Qigong and took the poem in his hand.
He simply thought the word was well written.
This character is graceful and graceful. Although it is in thin gold, it has a unique charm. Compared with Huizong's thin gold, it is a little more crazy and a little more elegant.
The more he read, the happier he became, but Jingzhou had already given this poem to the boatman, so he couldn't snatch it away, but he planned in his heart that after some time, Jingzhou would write a few copies for himself alone.
Hong Qigong complained: "Huang Laoxie, you are really quick. Please show it to the beggar. How good are these poems?"
Huang Yaoshi stroked the clear beard and nodded. Seeing Hong Qigong's anxious expression, he smiled and handed the poem to him and said, "Seventh Brother, when did you also like these things that fall out of the book bag?"
Hong Qigong muttered: "Hey, the four of us, you two and Huang Rong, are all clever and ghostly people. There is a saying that people should be gathered together and things should be divided. If we stay together with you, even if you are a beggar, Even if there is no ink in my stomach, I can still recite two poems!"
"good!"
Hong Qigong felt the faint sword intention under the words and kept nodding.
After looking both ways again and again, Hong Qigong handed the poem to the boatman. . .
