Zhu Jinwen was frightened by the golden light and sat down on the ground.
The scene in front of him was something he would never forget.
On the poem manuscript, which originally had only the slightest glimmer of talent, the talent suddenly skyrocketed.
In an instant, his talent reached one foot four.
"Is this... still going up?" Niu Ruxian looked at Jin Guangcai in front of him in disbelief: "Leeks haven't even gone up so fast! What the hell is this!"
Professor Han ignored all etiquette and squeezed in front of everyone.
His eyes were covered with a golden light of talent. His gaze passed through the barrier of the golden light of talent on the original poem and fell on the paper: "A strange, interesting sentence!"
Professor Han thought of something and a smile appeared on his face. He turned around and walked into the school, leaning against the door rail.
Niu Ruxian saw a scene he had never seen before. The old master was holding his belly, covering his mouth and laughing: "What are you writing about? Jokes can also cultivate talent!"
He quickly squeezed forward. No one among the scholars around him dared to squeeze in front of him and Zhu Jinwen.
Zhu Jinwen was confused. He pouted and blew a breath. Unexpectedly, the golden light of talent was blown away by him. Zhu Xiucai was so frightened that he quickly covered the mouth of Niu Ruxian who was about to shout: "It's not me!"
He was thinking, "When will I be able to spread the talent of Dafu's poetry in one breath?"
Am I so brave?
Zhu Jinwen tilted his head, his eyes fell on the paper, and he silently read the last line of the poem: "I only recognize the clothes and not the person!"
"Squeak~"
This sentence doesn't make much sense on its own, but when combined with the previous poem about needles, it is somewhat interesting, and it completely brings out the use of needles.
If it is connected with the previous poem.
Zhu Jinwen raised his head and looked at Zhao Sihu who was standing in the courtyard of the freshmen class.
Zhao Sihu was a little confused and wanted to take a step forward to see clearly what the last sentence said.
The old juren behind him did not give him this opportunity. These people loved the cultural context most. Poetry was a minor path among Confucianism and Taoism, but it was also the most glorious one.
A roadside vendor has no idea what a Confucian is, but when doing business, he can unconsciously utter two lines of literati poetry.
This is the charm of poetry.
Lao Juren stared at the poem on the paper and thought about it carefully: "This?"
The few people standing around raised their heads and looked at Zhao Sihu.
They looked at each other with different eyes, some were mocking, some were confused, and some were disdainful.
Facing these old people who didn't know when they would take office, Zhao Sihu didn't dare to mock him and said with a guilty conscience: "Wait, look what I do!"
"That sudden scholar, what did you write?"
"The talent is one foot high, but it dissipates in an instant. This is not a Tafu poem. Did you take the opportunity to scold me?"
Zhou Dagu stood up from the crowd. Just now in his Zi Mansion, he had already received poems in return.
This poem is completed, Dafu!
This did not shock him. Although the first few lines of this poem did not show any literary flair, the last line could be passed down through the ages, so it naturally has its own uniqueness.
"Master Sihu, how do you know that this poem is not a Tafu poem?"
"Where is the talent! Where is the talent? Where is the vision! Where is the vision? There is nothing, how dare you call it Dafu Shi?"
"I, Zhou Dagu, never bother to write poems about Dafu. Don't worry, let the vision fly for a while longer!"
Zhao Sihu snorted angrily: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
"Get him!"
The police officers on the left and right came forward, but Zhou Dagu was surrounded by a circle of people. Who dared to push away the person in front of him at the risk of his life?
Juren can be called lords because they can become officials at any time!
Zhao Sihu bowed his head and saluted: "Dear classmates, please give in, this is official business!"
Zhou Dagu had nothing to do with Juren, and these Juren would naturally not offend Zhao Sihu for him. They took a step back and retreated behind everyone. Only two or three people stood still.
The police officers raised the iron chains in their hands and wanted to step forward and arrest Zhou Dagu.
In the sky, the golden talent that had disappeared appeared again.
A piece of tattered clothes appeared in the sky, and under everyone's gaze, the tattered clothes disappeared.
"Grandpa?" Zhao Sihu's voice broke through the pondering crowd in the small courtyard of the freshmen class of the government school.
People's eyes fell on Zhao Sihu.
With trembling hands, he moved toward the inner door of the school.
No... he was walking towards Zhou Dagu.
In the eyes of everyone, he walked tremblingly in front of Zhou Dagu, his eyes were red and his lips were trembling.
Zhu Jinwen couldn't help but take a step back: "Both of them?"
Niu Ruxian nodded: "I also think that Sihu keeps trying to take Zhou Mingzhou because something terrible happened between them!"
"Could it be?"
"Ugh... I don't dare think about it!"
Professor Han stood at a high place and watched this weird scene. He noticed Zhou Dagu's clothes: "This seems to be the transformation of the golden talent that just fell from the sky."
Zhou Dagu was stunned and did not dare to move.
Zhao Sihu was already kneeling in front of him, hugging his thigh: "Grandpa, I miss you so much!"
"Why, after all these years since you went west, you haven't even been in your grandson's dream for a single day!"
"Ah! My Lord!" Zhao Sihu lowered his head and cried loudly.
There was a circle of people around him, and they couldn't help but be jealous. It was too painful to hold back laughter without him!
Zhou Dagu raised his hand, but it didn't fall on his head: "Sihu, don't be like this. I'm embarrassed to play this kind of game in public!"
Zhao Sihu woke up instantly when he heard his voice. He opened his eyes and saw the tattered clothes his grandfather was wearing before his death disappearing in front of him.
Is this Zhou Dagu?
Zhao Sihu's mind went blank for a moment, and he felt that he was finished!
This... what other literary name do I have!
I will have trouble going out from now on!
Zhou Dagu didn't mean to tease him. When he wrote poems, he wrote them out of disgust for Zhao Sihu.
But I don’t know why this vision of Dafu’s poetry talent turned into a piece of tattered clothes, and it attracted Zhao Sihu to call him grandpa.
How presumptuous!
The scene was silent for a moment.
Zhou Dagu took a step back and said, "Sihu, how about you get up first? According to the custom in our hometown, if you do this, I will give you a red envelope, and I don't have any on me!"
Zhao Sihu, as expected of being an official, stood up from the ground and waved his sleeves: "Huh! You must have used some magic trick!"
Zhou Dagu stood on the steps of the inner hall, clasping his hands together: "Sihu, as a literati, we must keep our word. You said it yourself. As long as I can write Dafu poems, I can prove my identity!"
"Now, do you think that when I use magic, do you doubt me, or do you doubt that the saints enshrined in the school are unfair?"
"Everyone heard the bell that just rang in the Confucian Temple!"
"Sihu, you don't believe in saints, do you?"
Zhao Sihu dropped his fingers and said with a guilty conscience: "Nonsense, I believe in the way of saints the most!"
"But, how did you confuse me? Isn't it a magic trick?"
Zhou Dagu raised his head and held his chest high: "Of course not, this is the way of the saint to judge you!"
"Let's look at the poem!"
An official read out the last line of a poem written by Zhou Dagu: "The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes and not people! That's right!"
"Hahaha!" Laughter sounded in the school.
Zhao Sihu waved his sleeves heavily: "Today, I was wrong. You are the real Zhou Mingzhou. It was my fault!"
"Then Sihu, don't forget the bet between us!"
"Let's go!" Zhao Sihu led people out of the school.
A group of scholars from the small courtyard followed him out.
"Let's go! Go and see the adults admit their mistakes!"
"Zhou Mingzhou is truly a talented poet!"
"As expected of Zhou Mingzhou!"
Zhou Dagu raised his hands and said, "Thank you for your compliments. This is just the inspiration the students got from heaven."
Some scholars who knew the whole story said Zhou Dagu's words to the people around them, and the article was written by nature.
In the academy, everyone looked at him with even more admiration!
Zhou Dagu smiled slightly when he heard the voice of Zhao Sihu outside the school. Today's crisis was considered a contact.
He handed over to Professor Han: "Professor, please naturalize me!"
Professor Han took his hand, remembering the man's words of comfort, and nodded: "If you, a genius like you, were to push me out of the door, wouldn't you be like that needle man?"
There was another roar of laughter in the school.
