Zhou Dagu's words made him fall into a self-evident trap.
How to talk about this matter?
Those who know that there is a ghost in the government office will know it, and those who don’t know will not know it. But we can’t let those who don’t know it know it!
Zhao Sihu pointed at him, his hands trembling: "How dare I not let you prove yourself here!"
Zhou Dagu is shameless, he cannot be shameless, and the government office he represents behind him cannot be shameless.
Today, with Professor Han here and so many students watching, it is impossible for him to directly use force against Zhou Dagu in the government school.
"But, what if you can't prove it?"
Zhou Dagu stared into his eyes and answered without fear: "If I can't prove that I am true, then I'm afraid I will be a gangster, and I will naturally let you deal with it!"
"But, if I can prove that I am Zhou Dagu of Cai County, what should I do, sir!"
"Although the student is a scholar, he still cares about his face. Before I entered the government school, you called the student a gangster in front of the master. From now on, I will be in front of the students of the government school, in front of the officials of the government school, and at the gate. How should I behave in front of the hawkers?"
"What does this have to do with the vendors at the door!" Zhao Sihu has never seen such a sharp-tongued student. In his impression, any Confucian scholar who can write Mingzhou poems is not a gentle and elegant person who cannot be defended.
He originally wanted to use his many years of experience in officialdom to suppress this kid.
how?
Is he more sinister than me?
Could this guy have been a profiteer in his previous life?
Zhao Sihu's head hurt, and he pointed at Zhou Dagu with a trembling finger: "What do you want?"
Zhou Dagu showed his head from behind Professor Han, with a wronged look on his face. Looking at the people next to him, he wondered if Zhao Sihu had wronged him.
"Sir, you are a true master. I am just a scholar. I just came to Qingxue Mansion and my foundation is shallow. How dare I ask you to do anything?"
"I don't dare to ask for anything else, but students don't have money. I think the stalls at the entrance of Fu Xue are good. In the future, students will definitely eat at the entrance of Fu Xue."
Zhao Sihu's head hurt because of Zhou Dagu's way of talking like Tang Monk: "Just tell me directly, what do you want me to do!"
Zhou Dagu looked at Zhao Sihu who couldn't wait to walk into his trap, showed a satisfied smile and said: "Sir, I don't want you to do anything, if you are willing."
"Please, stand at the gate of the mansion and shout three times, Zhou Dagu, I was wrong today!"
"Sir, you don't dare! If you don't dare, you still want to take me to the government school for trial, then the student, the student has nothing to do!" Zhou Dagu's tea talk was completely shattered. Zhao Sihu has seen this kind of cross-era attack.
"After all, you are an official!"
Zhao Sihu tried to think calmly, but found that he couldn't calm down at all now: "It's up to you! But you want me to come up with the question!"
Zhao Sihu looked at him and smiled: "You said you are Zhou Mingzhou, so you must be good at writing poems!"
"There are rumors in Cai County that Zhou Mingzhou's first poem is Dafu. He has never written a poem out of the county. I don't ask you to write a Mingzhou poem. It's not too much to ask you to write a Dafu poem casually!"
He saw that Zhou Dagu's expression remained unchanged, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
This time, I made the right bet!
"Why, you don't dare! If you can't write it, don't blame me for escorting you back to the government office today!" Zhao Sihu pressed him step by step.
But it's not clear that Zhou Dagu didn't dare at all, he just tried his best to suppress his face, fearing that he couldn't help laughing.
Professor Han couldn't help but sigh: "Dafu article, Xiao Zhao, you are also a scholar. How could you not be clear that the article needs to be refined, how could you write it casually! Let alone write Dafu poems casually!"
The scholars behind him couldn't help but speak.
"Isn't this embarrassing? Whoever can write a poem casually is a Dafu article!"
"Can you?"
"I can not!"
"Can you?"
"Neither can I! If we could, we would be no longer a scholar, but a great Confucian!"
Zhao Sihu heard their argument clearly. He blushed slightly, but still raised his head and insisted: "Young man, if you can't write a poem, I won't make things difficult for you!"
"It's just that I am the Sihu, and I have the right to take charge of the naturalization of this government school. I am not sure whether your identity is true."
Zhao Sihu clasped his hands and faced the sky: "But since I receive a salary from the imperial court, I must be worthy of the responsibilities entrusted to me by the imperial court."
"I will never hurt a good person, nor will I wrongly blame a bad person, even if my reputation is damaged!" When it came to the emotional point, he believed it himself and couldn't help but shed tears.
Niu Ruxian was confused: "Isn't it because you are forcing others to cry?"
The tears on Zhao Sihu's face were frozen in place. He pointed at Zhou Dagu: "Since you can't write a poem, then don't blame me. If you catch him, the professor will be offended. When I withdraw from official duties, I will I’ll come to you again to apologize!”
"Left and right, catch the culprit. Anyone who dares to stop him will be guilty of the same crime!"
Zhou Dagu stood up from behind Professor Han: "Who said I can't write poetry!"
“Just because you can’t write a Dafu poem doesn’t mean I can’t write it!”
Zhao Sihu stared at him, trying to make sure he was telling the truth or just pretending: "Are you sure you can write a Dafu poem?"
"affim!"
"I'll decide the topic!"
"nature!"
"You must be able to reach the mansion and have visions!"
"if not!"
"This is not a joke!" Zhao Sihu felt guilty. As a scholar, he naturally knew that it would be difficult to reach the mansion just by writing. This is something that even a saint cannot do.
Zhao Sihu pondered for a moment and made up his mind: "Then just write it! If you can really write it, I will never break your promise!"
"But what if you can't write it!" Zhao Sihu didn't know what he was thinking.
According to his many years of experience as an official, he should take the opportunity to provoke this boy and write a poem about Dafu casually. This is simply impossible.
Scholars look down on each other, and it is in the nature of Xiangzhou scholars to have some of the sympathy and sympathy of warriors.
It is true that he wants to get rid of Zhou Dagu and clings to the left prime minister, and it is also true that he loves Xiangzhou talented people, otherwise he would not be the chief minister.
Zhou Dagu stepped forward and stood on the steps: "Impossible!"
At this time, even the scholars and scholars of Fu School are a little unconvinced. We may not be able to write a Dafu song in our lifetime. Why are you like Chinese cabbage? You can do it as you please!
Zhu Jinwen mocked: "Classmate, you are so ordinary, why are you so confident!"
"Because, my name is Zhou Dagu, and the world calls me Zhou Mingzhou!" With a world in his head, Zhou Dagu has no guilt at all. You think I am fighting against you.
Little do you know, it is you who are fighting against my world.
"Sir, please untie me!"
Zhao Sihu nodded, he recited a Taoist formula silently, and relied on his talent to activate it. The rope on Zhou Dagu's body that was not a magic weapon fell off and fell to the ground.
Zhou Dagu made a student salute to Zhao Sihu: "Please come up with a question!"
Zhao Sihu looked around and said with a sneer: "On the topic of government studies, you can write poems about every plant and tree of the government officials and everything, but you can't write about the seasons, and you can't write about common things in the school!"
Zhou Dagu sat on the floor, raised his head and looked at Zhu Jinwen: "Classmate, don't you want to see why I am so conceited?"
"I don't know, would you like to grind ink for me?"
With Zhu Jinwen's wink, the two scholars behind him immediately opened their desks and moved them in front of Zhou Dagu.
A student came forward and placed his Four Treasures of Study on the table.
Zhu Jinwen smiled: "Please!"
"Don't worry!"
"What are you waiting for?" Zhu Jinwen was confused.
Zhou Dagu raised his head and looked around: "Waiting for an inspiration from heaven!"
