Master Zhu said angrily: "Wang Yuanwai, what do you mean?"
Wang Yuanwai still had that naive smile on his face: "It's not interesting, I'm just afraid that others will doubt my uncle, so why don't I talk about this issue first!"
"Many of you here are ambitious and talented people. Although I, Old Wang, don't have much education, I also know that writing poetry requires literary talent and experience. If nothing else, I think you, Zhou Dagu, are a genius!"
"But the last sentence, Jue Sheng Yan Liu Man Huangdu? Have you ever been to the Imperial Capital? Not many people here have seen the scenery of the Imperial Capital. How did you write "Jue Sheng Yanliu Man Huangdu?"
"Da Gu! Tell the truth. Brother-in-law, I can still help you out a little bit. Even if you get married by then, I can find someone to take care of you!"
When Wang Yuanwai spoke, few people in Cai County dared to refute him. The Wang family had a large business and many people had to rely on him to make a living. Not to mention, everyone knew that Wang Yuanwai was now relying on some big shots from Qingxue Mansion. .
Just like Master Zhang and others, they also have some scruples.
This poem was really written by Zhou Dagu. He must have helped Zhou Dagu, but now...
If it is really the same as what Wang Yuanwai said, is it not necessarily written by Zhou Dagu?
Is it worth offending Wang Yuanwai for this?
Zhou Dagu nodded: "You are right, I have never been to the imperial capital. How could I know the scene of the imperial capital in this poem?"
"Indeed, as you think, my ability to write this poem has something to do with my teacher!"
"I once sat in Caixian's class and heard him talk about a world that I couldn't feel. That was the imperial capital in my teacher's mouth. How beautiful it was there!"
"I can write this poem, thanks to my teacher!"
Zhou Dagu bowed to Master Zhu and said, "Master, Dagu is not a kind-hearted person in the general sense. Thank you for expressing your feelings to me. No one in the world will treat me like this except my father!"
These words were Zhou Dagu’s true words.
There are no heartless people in the world, they are just less emotional and more tolerant.
If you are emotional, it is like the Yellow River flooding, out of control.
Zhou Dagu is indeed very grateful to this master who can stand in front of him at all costs in times of danger.
"Thank you, Master, for inspiring my ambition in class and letting me see a different world. Thank you, Master, for not giving up on me!"
"I promise you that I will definitely rely on scholars and scholars!"
Zhou Dagu's eyes were firm: "I will go to Beijing!"
"I don't know why you left the capital!"
"Your student Zhou Dagu will definitely come to Beijing!"
Master Zhu's eyes were red, and a thousand pounds of poems could not weigh him down, but the student's words made his heart melt like the thousand-year-old ice and snow on the snow-capped mountains outside Yumen Pass!
"Da Gu! Why bother..."
Wang Yuanwai sneered and said: "Who knows if this is a little plot between your teachers and students, you..."
"King Dog! If you speak again, I will kill you today!" Master Zhu's temples were flying, and as he spoke, a hidden black pen flew up behind him.
It is better to offend a martial artist than a scholar. Wang Yuanwai did not understand the weight of this sentence.
Scholar, he holds a grudge!
Wang Yuanwai did not dare to speak. He raised his eyes and saw Chief Zhang next to him, but he did not offer any help.
He snorted coldly and left with a puff of sleeves.
He really didn't dare to say more. After all, when Master Zhu was demoted to Caixian County School and became the mountain chief, he had investigated the reasons for Master Zhu's demotion. If he dared to do that kind of thing, why didn't he dare to kill him as a fake member.
However, in order to make a living these years, Master Zhu opened a private school in addition to the county school. These things of bowing down to life made them forget the spirit of Master Zhu when he came to Cai County.
Now, when the Master spoke again, he was so high-spirited that no one dared to defend himself.
Master Zhu was a man of temper. Seeing Wang Yuanwai leave, his temper disappeared as quickly as it came. The pen disappeared behind him, holding the words in his arms.
He had a strange smile on his face: "Da Gu! The poem has become a vision. Now this piece of paper weighs a thousand kilograms. Only you, the original author, write down the title and stamp and sign it, will it return to normal!"
Qiao Xian Cheng stood up immediately after hearing what he said: "That's right! This poem was written in our Cai County County Government Office. I wonder what the young man should name the poem!"
The scene did not become cold because of Wang Yuanwai's departure. Instead, it suddenly became ambiguous because of the naming matter.
This is a poem from Dafu. In the future, Qingxue Prefecture and Cai County Chronicles will record this poem. Maybe there will be a poem written in the history of Dasheng.
Compared with the important matter of defending the country and killing demons and barbarians, leaving one's name in a poem is the simplest thing, it just requires being shameless.
Speaking of being shameless, among those who can stand in the yamen now, who wants to be shameless!
Even Master Zhang had a smile on his face, and he said, "Yes! Young Master, I still need you to come up with the name. You see, in our yamen, by What should be the name of the poem written in the early spring poetry meeting (stressed on this sentence) led by me, Master Zhang?"
Zhou Dagu put his hands together and was a little curious: "Sir, who are the people in the Yamen now!"
Chief Zhang looked around at the people around him and explained: "Officers, they are all officials!"
Zhou Dagu sneered: "Oh~ Official! It turns out to be an official!"
He took the poem from Master Zhu with both hands, holding a brush in the other hand, and started writing under the concerned eyes of everyone.
Before people can see clearly, the talent on paper has been restrained.
The ink dries instantly!
Zhou Dagu rolled up the paper and handed it to Master Zhu with both hands: "Master, it's noon and my sister is home alone. I'm afraid she'll be hungry! I'm going back first!"
Master Zhu took the paper. Although he was anxious to see what name was written on it, he still maintained his grace: "When you go home, stop by the private school on the way!"
"I have prepared sage books for you for this exam. In the Tongsheng test, you will only be tested on Confucius's words and the Analects of Confucius, Meng Yasheng and his disciples' Mencius. You can read these two books, and you will be almost ready for the sage test! "
"Of course, my teacher has specially prepared some other reading materials for you, so be sure to read them carefully!"
Zhou Dagu bowed his head and snickered inwardly. Others were confused, but he was taking a key exam. It was very difficult for him to fail!
Sure enough, it is very important for a Confucian scholar to have a good guide.
Zhou Dagu bowed to everyone and left.
In the county government office, everyone's eyes were focused on that inconspicuous piece of paper. Although it might not have their name on it, what if!
What's the difference between being a man without dreams and being a salted fish!
Seeing the sharp eyes of everyone, Master Zhu smiled and invited: "How about we all take a look together?"
Qiao Xian Cheng poured the food on his table aside very simply. He wiped the table clean with his sleeves: "Put it on top! Put it on top!"
Master Zhu was slowly unfolding it, with a smile on his face.
It was clearly written on the paper.
In early spring, I would like to pay tribute to my mentor Master Zhu!
"Ha...haha...hahaha!" Master Zhu shook his head helplessly: "As a student, I am good at everything, but I am too respectful. I don't hide my respect for the teacher at all!"
"No way! Alas!"
He was about to cover the paper with a big hand on it. Master Zhu looked up with a sullen expression on his face: "Senior Brother Qiao, what are you doing?"
"Junior Brother Zhu, County Magistrate Guo is going out for a spring outing. He loves poetry. He will definitely want to see this poem when he comes back. Why don't you leave the original manuscript of the poem at the county government office first?"
Master Zhu pulled hard. The paper on which Dafu's poems were written was extremely strong. Naturally, he was not afraid of it breaking: "Isn't Magistrate Guo sick? When did he go out? Besides, this is a gift from my disciple!"
Master Zhang also stamped the book with his big hand: "Master, you will also present the question at the county government office this afternoon. Why don't you leave the manuscript at the county government office and let everyone read it together."
Chief Zhang looked at Qiao Xiancheng. These two old rivals who had not dealt with each other for three years were actually sharing the same hatred at this moment.
The two looked at each other with a feeling of belated attraction.
Master Zhu used both hands to grab the paper and yelled: "Common man, let go!"
Qiao Xian Cheng was so angry that he exerted force on his Dantian and whispered: "Don't let go!"
In the county government hall, everything was going crazy.
It's just that the instigator of this incident is wandering on the street at the moment.
Zhou Dagu stroked his belly. He had never been full at a banquet.
Therefore, after the banquet, he always used to find a roadside stall to satisfy his stomach.
Searching the memories in my head, I found a wonton stall not far from the County Government Street. This was my favorite place to eat when I was a child and my father went to the city to sell game.
On the long street, the rain gradually lightened up.
Zhou Dagu looked at the steaming wontons in front of him and didn't bother to boil them. He used an old spoon to dig out the wontons with soup.
As the saying goes, if a wonton enters my belly, my life will be better and my life will be better.
Zhou Dagu took a look at the boss and saw that he was really good at doing business and used lard as a filling. No wonder he thought it tasted delicious to him when he was young and had never seen oil and water before.
He greedily finished the wontons, which were almost the same in taste. He reached into his pocket and took out a few copper coins. He arranged them generously on the table and shouted to the boss: "No need to look for them!"
The boss stood in front of him with a smile: "Young man, there's no need to look for it. I have three copper coins, and you still have one more to spare!"
"Hahaha!" Zhou Dagu looked for the person who laughed at him with a slightly red face.
He turned his head.
In the long street, butchers, firewood sellers, hawkers, and waiters are all busy.
Dark clothes, fat clothes, loose clothes are all walking.
But, he saw them all, but couldn't see them all.
In his eyes, there was only the flower blooming in the middle of the long street, the smiling lotus girl.
