The wider the official road, the closer it is to Cai County.
Qingxue Mansion is in the east of Cai County, and Zhoujia Village is in the west of Cai County.
When I went to Qingxue Mansion, I happened to pass by the gate of Caixian County.
At the entrance of every city, there is a long pavilion, and many farewell stories happen in the long pavilion.
Jiangpan Pavilion has existed even longer than Cai County. No one knows why this pavilion is called Jiangpan Pavilion.
Cai County is close to the border and is sandy and windy with little water.
This is also the reason why Zhoujia Village is built along the stream.
There is also a river outside Cai County, but it is five miles away from Jiangpan Pavilion.
The old man said that the river used to be beside the pavilion on the river bank, but the land changed. The river changed direction, and only the pavilion remained.
Today, there are many people at the pavilion.
The magistrate of Cai County, the county magistrate, the chief registrar, and the county school chief were all sitting in the pavilion.
Outside the pavilion are the wealthy families in Cai County.
Outside, there were some villagers from Zhoujia Village and students from Cai County.
Some of them drink tea with their heads down, some are looking forward to it, and some are taking a nap while standing.
The sun rises, the white fog slowly dissipates, and in the distance, a horse bell suddenly rings.
Lieutenant Zhang, who was sitting on the steps of Jiangpan Pavilion and taking a nap, suddenly woke up: "Here we come!"
He pointed into the distance, where two carriages appeared.
Zhou Dagu was sitting on the carriage and suddenly saw countless figures in the pavilion in the distance.
He understood that this was for him.
He was moved and a little strange.
"Third Grandpa, why are you here? We can say goodbye at the entrance of the village! Why do you have to walk so far at night?"
Third Grandpa raised the white porcelain bowl that was placed aside: "The rule in our hometown is that the deeper the relationship, the farther the gift is sent. People in Cai County are used to breaking up at Jiangpanting, which shows the deep love!"
"Da Gu! This is the water I brought from home. When you go out from now on, you can easily eat delicious food and play with fun things. But it's just that this is hometown water. It's hard to drink it!"
Zhou Dagu stepped forward and drank the bowl of hometown water.
The merchants approaching the pavilion stepped forward, led by Mr. Hou, an old acquaintance of Zhou Dagu.
Mr. Hou handed over a brocade bundle: "People say that a poor family has a better life. Classmate Zhou, you left in a hurry, and we had nothing to prepare for it!"
Zhou Dagu quickly reached out his hand, and he could already hear the sound of silver colliding inside the baggage.
This is the most beautiful sound in the world.
"Zhou Dagu, thank you all!" Isn't that a fool to be polite in the face of money?
Coming towards us was a formation of students.
Fan Zijin took the lead and said: "Comrade Zhou, you left too hastily. You can do some research in Qingxue Mansion first. Wait for me for a month and I will go to Qingxue Mansion to find you!"
Zhou Dagu was a little surprised: "You also want to take the exam this year?"
Fan Zijin didn't care: "I'm different from others. I've been taking the county exam for decades and have long been invulnerable. This time I went to Qingxue Mansion. If I passed the exam, I would concentrate on preparing for the Ministry of Etiquette exam in the autumn three years later. I couldn't pass it. , then I’ll come back and use it as a way to accumulate experience!”
Zhou Dagu had nothing to say but encouragement to those students who had become accustomed to failure in this exam.
"Then come on, I'll wait for you at Qingxue Mansion!"
Zhou Dagu finally walked into the pavilion.
Master Zhu smiled and nodded at him, and handed him a letter: "If you have something to do, go find the person who wrote the letter. For the sake of our old friendship, he will help you!"
Zhou Dagu bent down and bowed: "Thank you so much, Master!"
Director Zhang took out a letter from the table: "This is a letter of recommendation. With this letter, you can enter the government school. When you get there, study hard and give credit to our Cai County students!"
Zhou Dagu raised his hands and said, "Don't worry, Chief Secretary, the student union will take care of you!"
Magistrate Guo stepped forward and handed him a letter: "This is a letter in my personal name. You know, my family is from Qingxue Prefecture. If you have any problems, you can ask my brother. He is now in the Qingxue Prefecture Army." Take office!"
Zhou Dagu took the letter, which contained a letter of recommendation from an elder. A letter was a favor. In Qingxue Mansion, a place he was unfamiliar with, it was exactly what he needed: "Thank you, county magistrate!"
Qiao Xian Cheng came from a poor family and had few connections. He looked at Zhou Dagu and nodded: "Go ahead. I will take care of the people you accept, as well as Zhoujia Village!"
Zhou Dagu thanked him again: "Thank you so much, Uncle County Chief."
He took a step back and bowed long to the farewell team: "Thank you all for coming to say goodbye to Zhou Dagu! We will meet again if we are destined!"
"Then I..."
"Don't worry!" Qiao Xiancheng held his hand.
A poor picture shows a dagger.
He pointed to the long table in the pavilion.
"Parting is full of stories and poetry. Everyone knows that Zhou Mingzhou is a talented poet. Why don't you take advantage of the moment of farewell and leave a poem for future generations to remember!"
Zhou Dagu smiled, and the doubts in his heart completely disappeared.
He knew that these people stayed up early in the morning and traveled dozens of miles to Jiangpan Pavilion.
The co-authorship is waiting here!
The crowd outside the pavilion echoed Qiao Xian Cheng's words.
"That's right! Da Gu, you are leaving. We, the young and old men in Zhoujia Village, have never seen you write a poem. Why don't you write one!"
"Classmate Zhou's poetic talent is something that is rare in a thousand years. After I saw him last time, I have been thinking about tea and food. I just want to read your poems, or write one!"
Master Zhu also advised: "Write a poem!"
"Zhou Mingzhou, write a song!"
"Brother Da Gu, write a song!"
"Classmate Zhou, write a song!"
Zhou Dagu couldn't stand it, so he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the people in the morning light: "Then, how about I write a song?"
"Okay! Zhou Mingzhou is really awesome!"
"It's an eye-opener. Let's see what this talent looks like!"
As soon as Zhou Dagu opened his mouth, two detectives quickly fell to the ground and spread paper and polished ink for him.
The white rice paper was spread out, and the fragrance of ink lingered in the pavilion. At first glance, it was not a bargain.
Zhou Dagu stood at the entrance of the pavilion by the river, looking at Yangliu Yiyi.
Day out.
The fog cleared.
The apricot and peach trees planted on both sides of the official road are in bloom at the moment.
He looked towards the official road and then back at his friends.
Inside and outside the pavilion, the crowd was nervous and did not dare to breathe for fear of disturbing Zhou Mingzhou's conception of poetry.
If Zhou Mingzhou's poetry is offended by accident, and the Mingzhou poem he originally planned to write becomes a Dafu poem, it will be a huge loss!
Yes, under Zhou Dagu's training, people in Caixian County have already felt that Chuxian poems are something very ordinary. After all, Zhou Dagu has never written Chuxian poems.
Now only Dafu poetry can shock their minds.
The day is higher.
Zhou Dagu looked back, but he was not composing poems. He relied on the wisdom of modern people to write his own poems, but he could not guarantee the quality of the poems.
In order not to damage his Zhou Mingzhou brand, it would be better to use some poems handed down from ancient times.
The context of Daying is strange. As long as a poem appears for the first time and is written and recited by you, it counts as your poem.
Therefore, in the flowers and willows of Kyoto, there are also many young masters who buy unfinished poems from down-and-out scholars and write the last sentence themselves. At the very least, they are poems out of the county.
The Confucian Temple of Gu Zifu of Zhou Dynasty has a collection of three hundred Tang poems, which contains the wisdom of thousands of years of previous generations of scholars.
Of course it doesn’t have to be like this.
He looked back and forth just to think about which poem to write.
Finally, when a sudden yawn sounded.
Zhou Dagu noticed Changting's name.
River Pavilion.
He remembered a poet from the late Tang Dynasty.
That was a late Tang poet, Zheng Gu, who once wrote a famous line that became famous on the Internet in later generations: "You look to Xiaoxiang and I look to Qin."
Zhou Dagu walked from the entrance of the pavilion to the middle of the riverside pavilion. He took the Langhao pen.
Under the spotlight, the wolf brush slowly fell.
The figure in the distance quickly approached, and the pavilion by the river was surrounded by water. People crowded around, just to catch a glimpse of Zhou Dagu Shicai!
