All the eyes of the county government office were focused on Zhou Dagu. As he took a deep breath, many people also took a deep breath.
As he raised his head, many people's heads tilted back together.
Zhou Dagu shook his pen three times before placing it on the pen holder.
Master Zhang felt complicated: "Why, you can't write it?"
Wang Yuanwai smiled, his little eyes full of sinisterness: "Forget it if you can't write it out. You are my brother-in-law, and no one will talk about you. Get out of here quickly, and don't embarrass my dead father-in-law and mother-in-law again!"
Zhou Dagu smiled: "Writing poetry is easy for me, but I don't know what the title of the poem in the early spring poetry meeting is."
Qiao Xian Cheng smiled: "The early spring poetry meeting is naturally titled early spring!"
"Oh, does it have to do with the fact that the poem 'I eat goose in the morning and love to eat chicken in the evening' written by Wang Yuan just now is also in early spring?"
Wang Yuanwai nodded: "This is natural, I..."
"Shut up, I'm inspired, Xiu wants to interrupt my inspiration!"
Wang Yuanwai maintained his identity and did not argue with Zhou Dagu, but when he was looked down upon several times, he couldn't help but become a little angry: "Boy, don't make excuses!"
"Shut up!" Wang Yuan looked around, only to find that it was Master Zhang who spoke this time, and he didn't dare to speak for a while.
Master Zhang stood up from his seat and stared closely at the paper in front of Zhou Dagu.
The paper was not white, and the paper that he had not noticed before was now like a treasure of gold.
On the yellowed paper, a thin layer of golden light rose.
Master Zhu sat firmly behind the long table and calculated in his head for a while how to protect his student's reputation.
Drink was suddenly splashed on his face. He looked up and saw Qiao Xian Cheng standing up straight and looking straight at Zhou Dagu.
"This?" Master Zhu followed his gaze and looked in disbelief.
"One sentence can make you talented? How is that possible!" Regardless of his manners, he stood up from his seat and stood behind Zhou Dagu. He was Zhou Dagu's teacher and the most qualified person to do this at this moment.
Master Zhu lowered his head and read out a poem on the paper: "The light rain on the long street is as moist as crisp."
One stroke of writing!
I only saw changes in talents, and they actually stayed together in the inner hall.
Master Zhang staggered forward without caring about his identity.
The talent surrounded him, and his eyes followed the talent, but the talent did not stop and flew straight towards the back wall of the lobby.
The talent fell on the wall, and the wall suddenly became transparent.
The layout of the county government office is as follows: the entrance leads to the lobby, where books and mirrors hang high.
Behind the hall is the inner hall. This banquet was held in the inner hall because Master Zhang originally planned to take the opportunity to talk about something.
Who would have known that a poem by Zhou Dagu could break through the barrier between the two halls.
The squires in the inner hall followed that transparent talent and could clearly see the scenery outside the county government office.
Outside the county government office, it started to rain lightly at some point. People were only focused on fighting for power and profit, completely forgetting the beauty of nature.
Small raindrops are born in the sky and fall to the ground. The drifting in between is their whole life.
The rain was not heavy, and the grass was swaying in the rain.
Qiao Xian Cheng looked at it and thought of home. He remembered that there was a bluestone road like this in front of his house, but that road was not as long or as wide as the county government gate.
The boy's family was poor and lived far away. His parents made a living by pulling carts, in order to make their work easier.
When he was returning home from school, he went to the mountain to find some bluestones and paved a road in front of his house.
The path is rugged, but it was the greatest joy for my parents when I was young.
now……
I am a young man and have achieved great success in my studies. My parents are getting old. I wonder if they are in good health?
Qiao Xiancheng looked at the swaying grass at the door and unconsciously took a step forward, only to find that he could not see the color of the grass. Master Zhu's voice came to his ears.
He read: "The color of grass looks far away but is not there!"
In a daze, Qiao Xiancheng couldn't see the bluestone road in front of his house. He could only see the long stone street in front of the county government office, and he could clearly see the wealthy gentry of Cai County in front of him.
He leaned on the long table and sighed softly: "Growing up is so tiring!"
Master Zhang's eyes were in a trance for a while, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He was awakened by Master Zhu's voice. When he lowered his head, his talent had grown to one foot.
Master Zhang's hands began to tremble: "If you are talented, your poems will be out of the county!"
The poem is divided into: leaving the county, reaching the mansion, Mingzhou, and Zhenguo.
A poem out of the county is a sign of talent.
A poem from Dafu can affect reality and shock the Confucian Temple.
Zhou poetry is recited, and the long bell of the Zhou Confucian Temple rings.
The poems that underpin the country, the bells of the National Confucian Temple vibrate.
Master Zhang eagerly wanted to step forward and take a look at the poems written by Zhou Dagu. He was not old, but in official circles, he was not young anymore.
He did not deal with the county magistrate because the county magistrate brought by the county magistrate usurped the county magistrate's position promised to him by the former county magistrate.
But now the three-year period has expired, the term of the county magistrate has expired, and he is about to leave Cai County.
He originally wanted to work hard and earn the position of county magistrate again. If he can educate again, he is afraid that his position as county magistrate will be secure!
Master Zhang thought about something and took a step back unconsciously. He is also a scholar, a fourth-grade and second-level scholar. He is not considered gifted, but can only work hard.
He wrote about the art of poetry, but for the sake of face, he never allowed others to read what he wrote.
He suddenly turned back and looked at the wall: "The long street, the color of grass!"
"This is a vision!" He held the king beside him with one hand, one foot off the ground, and his smart brain occupied the high ground again.
"Chu...Chu...Xian...poetry, how could there be a strange vision!" He looked up at his nemesis Qiao Xiancheng, only to find that he was also looking at him with dilated pupils.
Qiao Xiancheng said: "Da..."
"Shhhhhh!" Master Zhang did not dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Zhou Dagu.
The little person just now has become the heart and soul of these big people, the stars in the sky.
Zhou Dagu looked at his handwriting and felt a little embarrassed. He had practiced calligraphy in his previous life.
But it is precisely because of his practiced skills, the traces on his soul, and the muscle memory of this life that make his handwriting look nondescript.
He sticky ink and wrote on the paper again: "The best thing about spring is the spring!"
The talent on the paper increased again, and the poems actually weighed a hundred kilograms, and the small table could not bear the weight.
After all, Master Zhu was someone who had seen big scenes. He quickly squatted down and held the table.
Zhou Dagu was suddenly startled when he saw someone beside him and was about to speak.
A strange smile appeared on Master Zhu's face that he had never seen before: "Be good! Don't stop! Finish writing!"
Zhou Dagu nodded and started writing.
The poem is finished!
"Absolutely better than the Yanliu Manchu Imperial Capital!"
In an instant, the paper weighed thousands of kilograms and the small desk could not hold it. Before the paper fell to the ground, Master Zhu picked it up.
The talent soars two feet high, and the poems reach the highest level.
A spring breeze flew out of the talent, and everyone in the inner hall felt warm on their faces.
Even the old man who had lost his teeth had a weird smile on his face, looking at the bastard in front of him, thinking of his lost youth.
Zhou Dagu walked to Qiao Xiancheng's dining table, picked up the wine that no one had drank before and drank it all in one gulp. He was very satisfied that the poem had reached the palace.
Others write poems, perhaps hoping to establish a state and a country.
But for a score-controlling academic like him who possesses three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics, this score is just satisfactory.
It is the first time to really stand out in front of everyone. It is not suitable to be too sharp, but the weight of Chuxian's poems is too light, and the weight of Dafu's poems is just right.
Qiao Xian Cheng was still in shock when he suddenly saw a hand stretched out in front of him. Zhou Dagu smiled at him and took the gold in front of him. Qiao Xian Cheng nodded, as evidenced by the visions of heaven and earth, there would definitely be no such thing in today's poetry meeting. Out of Qi Zuo's poetry.
Master Zhang's face was gloomy. He had heard about the incident between Wang Yuanwai and Zhou Dagu. He originally thought he was going to kill an unimportant little guy, but now this little guy is too important to him.
Looking at Mr. Wang who was supporting him with an unknown smile, the expression on Master Zhang's face changed again and again.
Which is more important, his brother's marriage or his own promotion? He was troubled by this thought!
Master Zhu read the poem again and again, and was quite surprised: "Da Gu, this poem has the meaning of early spring and the feeling of old age. What were you thinking in your heart when you wrote the poem?"
He read from the poem the beauty of early spring and the relief after the cold winter, and always felt strange and uncertain.
He asked sincerely, but some people didn't think so.
When Wang Yuanwai was writing in front of Zhou Dagu, his face gradually became gloomy. Now that he saw his poems reaching the palace, he was even more angry.
If so, how can I control him in the future if I let this kid gain a reputation?
If you can't handle him well, how can you touch his sister?
You know, what we want is not just this little lady’s body, but more importantly, her fate that is incomparably compatible with mine, and it must be her life.
Otherwise, why would he bother to cause Zhou Dagu, a member of his family, to die in prison?
Wang Yuanwai patted his belly, followed Master Zhu's words, and distorted his meaning: "That's right! Uncle, you used to be an unlearned military boy. How come you are suddenly so talented in poetry and wrote this poem?" The poem of Dafu?”
"It's not that we're making trouble, I'm asking this for your sake. Could it be that you didn't write this poem yourself?" He raised his head and looked at Master Zhu with a provocative look in his eyes.
"You know, taking other people's poems during our big win is a serious crime and you will be punished!"
But he didn't care at all, and a few unkind eyes fell on him.
Some people only care about how to draw a sword, but completely forget that the sword has two edges!
