Zhou Dagu stood up from the table, crawled on the ground, wrote the topic and his name.
He stood up, packed his things, and walked out of the cubicle.
Magistrate Guo stopped him: "Aren't you going to take the manuscript of Mingzhou's poems with you?"
"Sir, isn't this the test paper for our county?"
"Oh! I forgot!" Magistrate Guo walked faster and faster with his hands behind his back.
He opened his mouth and shouted: "Left and right, look at it carefully. No one can come in and look at this manuscript of mine. This is the paper of the county government. The paper for the county examination belongs to the county government!"
He turned around and said, "Come Qincheng, let's watch together!"
Magistrate Guo bowed his head and picked up the manuscript on the ground with both hands.
The Cai County students watched them from a distance.
A student pointed in the distance in wonder: "Look, the vision of Mingzhou Shi is not over yet!"
A sea of flowers burst out from the distant compartment.
Magistrate Guo was a little confused: "Can Mingzhou Shi's vision last for so long?"
"It's my first time seeing him, how could I know!" Qiao Xiancheng kept pushing his head towards him, wanting to read Mingzhou's poem first.
He looked at the original manuscript and read it carefully: ""Little Pine" has been growing in the deep grass since childhood...until it reaches the peak of the clouds!"
"Zhou Dagu has great poetic talent and passionate passion. He has been thorny since he was a child."
"I seem to have seen Zhou Dagu being bullied when he was young. The hateful Wang Yuanwai, the hateful Zhang Xuezheng!"
Students in Caixian County also complained about the pride of Caixian County.
"We finally have a poet in Cai County, how can he be bullied by outsiders, damn Zhang Xuezheng!"
"How can outsiders bully me, Cai County Mingzhou, damn Zhang Xuezheng."
Zhang Xuezheng, who was blushing in front of everyone, was a little angry and a little ashamed: "I'm still here, I..."
A student with a bad look in front of him turned back: "Humph! Damn Zhang Xuezheng, you want to stop the appearance of Mingzhou Poetry in Caixian County. Damn it! This classmate, do you think he should die?"
Looking at the countless students in front of him, Zhang Xuezheng hid his face and lowered his head: "Damn it, damn it!"
A crazy scholar walked out of the distant compartment: "I have reached the mansion! I have reached the mansion! Do you know? I have reached the mansion!"
He rushed forward and took Magistrate Guo's arm: "I'm here!"
"I wrote a Tafu poem!"
Magistrate Guo looked at him and then at County Magistrate Qiao.
Qiao Xiancheng understood what he meant, raised his hand high, and slapped the old scholar in the face: "You bitch, you haven't even had a vision yet!"
"boom!"
The scholar touched his face and fell to the ground in confusion.
"I didn't write a poem about Dafu? No, I clearly saw a vision!" Fan Zijin couldn't believe it. He looked up to the sky and shouted: "I clearly saw a vision. How could it be wrong!"
Mr. Hou handed in the papers to the swordsman and penman, and also ran out to read the beautiful articles written by Zhou Dagu.
Seeing Fan Zijin's appearance, he joked with him: "Brother Fan, look at the pine trees in the courtyard. You are not referring to Zhou Dafu, no, it is Zhou Mingzhou now!"
"You wouldn't regard the vision written by Zhou Mingzhou as the vision written by yourself, would you?"
"However, I did write a poem out of the county. We don't have many poetic talents. If Zhou Mingzhou hadn't suppressed me, I might have been able to win the title of No. 1 in Cai County!"
Fan Zijin stood up from the ground and looked around: "It's impossible, I clearly saw..."
Qiao Xian Cheng bowed to him: "I'm sorry, Master Fan, you just fell into a nightmare, so I have no choice but to beat you!"
In the past two years in Cai County, he has been suppressed by Master Zhang. He has never regarded himself as a high official in his heart, and his attitude towards ordinary students is relatively peaceful.
He waved his hand in mid-air, with golden talent floating in the air, and a test paper fell into his hand.
Qiao Xiancheng caught the test paper with both hands: "It's really a poem of Dafu. If it were not within the county school, I would not be able to move this test paper!"
Examinations in small places are not strict, not to mention that this is rough Cai County.
Fan Zijin easily picked up his test paper: "Everyone, look at my Dafu poem! Look at it!"
The students next to him couldn't take their eyes away: "Why are you panicking? I'm reading Mingzhou Poetry!"
Qiao Xian Cheng stepped forward: "Master Fan, have you finished your answer?"
"Finish your answer!"
"Then write your name and hand it in!"
"Sir, don't you want to read my Dafu poems?"
Qiao Xian Cheng kept smiling and nodded, and looked at the little more than one foot of talent on the test paper: "Let's look at it later! I'm looking at Mingzhou poetry!"
Fan Zijin wrote his name on the test paper.
He felt that he should be happy, but he didn't know why, he just couldn't laugh.
He looked down at the shadows of the pine trees on the ground.
The sun was rising high, and the shadows of pine trees shrouded half of the county school.
Fan Zijin felt a little lingering sadness in his heart: "Why do I always feel like I'm living in Zhou Dagu's shadow?"
Of course, Zhou Dagu couldn't feel what was going on here.
At this moment, he walked out of the county school carrying his own salute.
Outside the county school, countless people looked at him nervously.
"Look, someone is coming out!"
"It's Zhou Dafu, why did he come out so early!"
"Could it be that he hasn't finished writing it? No way! He is talented in poetry and is also a scholar who has entered the country. He shouldn't have failed the exam!"
"Is it possible that even if Zhou Mingfu fails to pass the exam, who else in our Cai County can pass? Is it possible that our Cai County doesn't even have a scholar this year?"
"What are you thinking about? It will be clear if you ask!"
"Zhou Mingfu, why did you come out so early? Have you finished writing! Why can't we see clearly what happened in the county school!"
The county school wall is high, and people outside can only hear the noise. They stand at the door, so naturally they can't see the pine trees clearly.
People in the distance could see the pine trees, but they didn't know the situation clearly. The crowd was noisy, and countless eyes fell on Zhou Dagu's face.
Zhou Dagu was freed from his contemplation and looked at the crowd in front of him: "I've finished writing!"
"It's really finished! What happened there?"
"Vision!"
The crowd was roaring again.
"There is another vision. Could it be that this time you have written a Dafu poem again? You are worthy of being named Zhou Dafu!"
Zhou Dagu shook his head: "I didn't write a poem about Dafu!"
"Ah! Who wrote the Dafu poem?"
Zhou Dagu recalled that when he went out, he seemed to see someone writing a vision of heaven and earth. The location seemed to be.
"Fan Zijin, my classmate, Fan Zijin wrote a poem in Dafu!" He took advantage of Old Man Fan, and now Old Man Fan is able to return, and he is happy for his classmate.
Several people standing at the gate of the county school looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
"What? Who is Fan Zijin?"
"No way, could it be... Old Man Fan? He owes me a couple of silver for wine. Is it really the Mingzhou poem he wrote?"
Zhou Dagu's mind was still echoing with what appeared just after Mingzhou's poem was written.
He nodded mechanically: "If you are talking about that old man Fan who has no money and is dressed in rags, you are right!"
The tavern owner was extremely happy: "It is indeed him!"
"Why, Old Sun, I'm glad he can pay you back now!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is Master Fan Zijin who can write Dafu poems. It's an honor for me to owe you money. Why should I pay you back!"
Zhou Dagu lowered his head, remembering the feeling just now in his mind. His intuition told him that what just appeared was important.
The crowd behind him looked at the way he lowered his head.
"Why is he so depressed? Did he fail in the exam?"
"Do you really think that Dafu's poems were written casually? Maybe he just got lucky!"
"That's right. I was originally one of the best among people, but now I have failed in the county examination. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand this blow!"
"Shit, this is Zhou Dafu, I'm sure he can do well in the exam!"
"Old Sun, don't think that knowing a Fanda Manor means you are wise. Why are you pretending?"
"If you are not convinced, I will make a bet for you!"
"What bet?"
"If I lose, the jar of century-old wine from my house will be yours. If you lose, take off your clothes and run ten laps of Zhongmen Street!"
"Hey, if you rush to bring me wine, how can I not accept it! Just bet!"
