Li Min thought to himself, no way. When he saw Kong Yingda, he was only 12 years old and had not grown yet. He had grown very fast in the past year. How could Kong Yingda recognize him?
"Old man, don't think that you can give less money just like this. I can see through your thoughts."
He said evasively.
Everyone also condemned Kong Yingda.
You are already old and you still want to bully a young man. It is not smart to use such a method of appropriation. If you don’t have money, just say, why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? !
"No, that's not what I meant. I think you look like someone I know."
No, it’s just him!
"Don't, don't be like this, you're not the first person to say that."
Li Min didn't want to get involved in this issue.
Then he said: "Tell me, what kind of poem do you want? Or should I decide it myself?"
In this case, there is no need to dwell on one issue for too long.
"Young man, of course you will follow my request."
Kong Yingda was very experienced, so he naturally wanted to ask questions to make Li Min quit.
Today’s ten poems, none of them can be missing.
Moreover, the most difficult questions have to be asked, each one is different.
"Say it, I'll listen!"
"Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Plum, Orchid, Chrysanthemum, Bamboo, Tang Dynasty, Chang'an, ten kinds of poems, how about it?"
Why is it all related to Xia? Is it for the occasion?
Could this be an exercise they gave to the children of nobles?
No matter what, he has a strong reserve. He can compose hundreds of poems of ten kinds, which is not a problem at all.
Kong Yingda looked at Li Min and seemed to be deep in thought, but he looked proud.
"How is it? Is it difficult? That's normal. I usually do this for a long time!
I give you an hour to write these ten poems, lest people say that I bully the young. "
Even the Bachelor of Confucius found it difficult. People thought, what should Li Min do?
"An hour? Then I'm at a huge loss. For such a simple poem, I think a cup of tea is too much."
A cup of tea takes about fifteen minutes.
Everyone was surprised and happy! Are you surprised that it doesn’t take you long just to write it down? Fortunately, they don't like Kong Yingda and hope he leaves quickly!
"Hmph, you are so brazen! Then just have a cup of tea. If you can't do it, I can take back the money! I will leave you with no place to stay!"
"If I could write faster, maybe I wouldn't need it."
Everyone was shocked.
Just reviewing the questions will take everyone a while.
Some people started scratching their heads trying to compose poetry.
But after all, there is too little ink, and sometimes I cannot respond to the situation. The more anxious I am, the less I can think of.
Some of them were thought up, but they were also cobbled together.
"Then I would like to see how you compose poetry."
"Okay, I'll take spring as the title first! Let's see."
Written by Li Min.
He began to write his poems on the white paper.
It is better to say that it is thought than to copy poetry.
He swung it down, and black words were written down on the white paper.
Before people could read the previous sentence clearly, he wrote the next sentence.
In an instant, a poem is completed.
Everyone read aloud emotionally.
"Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are the duck prophets of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is covered with wormwood and reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Two or two returned to Hong and wanted to break away from the group, but Yiyi still looked like people returning from the north.
I know from afar that there are many winds and snows in the Shuo Desert, and I am waiting for spring in the south of the Yangtze River. "
Everyone agrees.
"What a poem! What a masterpiece!"
"This poem is even more wonderful than the one just now!"
"It took only a moment to come up with such a poem, what a genius!"
"I can't even carry it so smoothly!"
"Sir, please accept our bows, we are already in awe!"
…
In the face of everyone's enthusiasm.
Li Min just waved his hand, showing everyone's style.
"You're welcome, you're just here to make a living, it's just a job."
His humility made everyone feel ashamed.
Is this what he calls a trick?
All the books written by these literati were read in vain.
"Master Confucius, what do you think of this poem?"
Kong Yingda watched for a while, with an excited expression, but said: "Not bad, there are nine more songs! Come on!"
It seemed that he would not let Li Min go.
Li Min was not afraid of him at all.
Is it just poetry?
As much as you want.
Next, he copied Lu You's "Residence in Early Summer" and Du Fu's "Eight Poems on Autumn Joy (Part 1)"... Every time each song came out, everyone applauded.
These are all masterpieces! Too strong!
The more Kong Yingda watched, the more frightened she became. In less than ten minutes, he composed nine songs.
If this continues, it will be exactly as Li Min said.
You can complete ten poems without even using a cup of tea!
If you deduct the time for writing, you can easily get it at your fingertips.
Such a divine person is shocking.
Finally, Kong Yingda's tone began to change.
Becoming a little polite.
But he still said: "There is one last poem, written in Chang'an. I want to see how you will write it?"
He doesn't give up!
"Isn't that simple? Let's see!"
Li Min started writing again.
"The emperor's auspicious spirit fills the sky, and auspicious clouds are everywhere in the palace.
The bright moon and cold stars are covered with Han tiles, and the sparse wind and dense rain wrap up the Tang wind.
The majestic castle remains as beautiful as ever, and Zhuoer New District looks as beautiful as a rainbow.
Surrounded by beautiful water and famous mountains for thousands of years, how can master craftsmen compete with natural craftsmanship? "
Although this poem has a somewhat eulogizing meaning.
But Li Shimin did a good job in terms of rule. At least the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, unlike war.
But economically, he has not done enough.
You still have to do this yourself.
He is a person who talks about things based on facts. He criticized Li Shimin at first because he couldn't do it well.
But it was very satisfying to fight against him. In ancient times, few people who fought against kings survived, but he survived.
As soon as the poem came out, Kong Yingda rolled up the paper.
Failing to be seen clearly by others.
Judging from his hands, they were already shaking a little.
He looked excited and burst into tears.
He shouted: "What a poem, what a poem! I have lived for decades and have seen countless poems, but I have never seen such a poem. It is really shocking."
From the disdain at the beginning to the excitement now, this old man also has principles in doing things.
It is also about talking about things, not people.
At the same time, he felt sorry for his rudeness.
"Sir, please allow me to call you sir. In the world, you are the only one who can be called sir, and no one else is worthy!"
This may be the highest praise Kong Yingda gave Li Min.
Li Min was a little surprised. I just copied a few poems and changed some words to make the meaning more consistent. Do you think so?
Can you, sir, be used as a meal?
Can it be spent as money?
They are all impossible. They are just in name and useless.
"Okay, your poem is ready, take your poem and go, don't waste my time."
this……
There are only a few people who dare to do this to Kong Yingda, and he, Li Min, is definitely the first one.
Kong Yingda was not even angry, on the contrary, he was smiling all over his face.
I don't know what's going on in my head.
He came over in a good voice.
"Sir, could you please take a moment to speak?"
What is this old man going to do?
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