The Ming Dynasty also paid great attention to infrastructure. There is a legacy from the Qin and Han Dynasties. Basically, all areas built a long pavilion every ten miles and a short pavilion every five miles to give pedestrians a place to rest. In ancient times, when traveling far away, relatives and friends also They often send each other off here.
There is only one long pavilion ten miles away, so people from several miles around who are going to the county boy's examination say goodbye here. More and more people gather, and more and more students in blue shirts and long robes carry luggage. The eldest uncle Zhu Shouren was good at dancing and mingled with many students. Zhu Ping'an didn't know anyone, not even the other four people who were his mentor's guarantors. Of course, this is also related to Zhu Ping'an's age. The youngest students are in their twenties. You are a thirteen-year-old kid. The generation gap is at least three years old. Who would know you?
After seeing you for thousands of miles, we must finally say goodbye. The neighbors and family members left one after another. There were only a dozen students in the ten-mile long pavilion within a few miles, and there were also a few study boys of wealthy students.
"Brother Wang has admired me for a long time. This time Brother Wang will definitely be named on the gold list."
"Brother Zhao, I'm glad to see you. I wish you all the best in advance for being named to the gold list."
"Brother Zhu, I haven't seen you for a long time. After passing the exam this time, you must have a drink with me and have a good time."
More than a dozen students complimented each other, and when they heard each other say that they were on the gold list of high school, they were all so excited that they seemed to have drank a few ounces of wine.
Zhu Ping'an was the only one left, carrying his luggage and being isolated. The corners of his mouth curled up as he watched them compliment each other.
"Hey, who is this little brother?" While complimenting each other, someone finally spotted Zhu Ping'an. What is a twelve or thirteen year old boy doing standing here? Could it be that someone brought him a book boy, but his clothes didn't look like it. , couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Oh, this is my little nephew. There is one missing person among the five people guaranteed by Mr. Sun, the old scholar of Shanghe Village. He came to make up the number and gain experience." Uncle Zhu Shouren said calmly.
"Oh, haha, I have gained a lot of experience, it's very, very good."
When the students heard this, they laughed together and didn't pay much attention to Zhu Pingan. After all, he was just a little kid who made up the numbers, and he was not a prodigy. If he was a prodigy or something, we would all be around. How could people in the country not have heard of it? Therefore, he must be just a little kid trying to make up the numbers, so why bother.
More than a dozen students agreed to rush to the county town together so that they could be with them on the way. A group of people were chatting and laughing in a ten-mile pavilion. Some people even said woohoo. It was very lively. Before leaving, someone suggested that before leaving, we might as well leave a poem in each of these ten-mile pavilions. It would be a good story in high school.
The crowd was furious, and everyone was gearing up and splashing ink.
The poems he wrote were all ordinary, and Zhu Pingan didn't know who was outstanding anyway. However, whenever someone finished writing, someone would make a pretentious comment, causing a round of applause.
It's so boring. Zhu Pingan stood aside and watched coldly.
Uncle Zhu Shouren also held up his sleeves with one hand and splashed some ink. His level was not much higher than these people, but his posture was quite good. After he finished writing, someone commented on it, and there was endless applause from all around.
I guess it’s because we are on the same page, everyone is at this level, and everyone at this level can appreciate it, so there was a lot of applause.
Everyone left their calligraphy treasures one after another. Listening to the compliments from all around, they couldn't help but feel proud. They had a feeling that I was sure to win the exam today. I was extremely satisfied.
After a while, someone noticed Zhu Ping'an and teased in a joking tone, "Isn't there a child prodigy here? Don't hide it aside and show us your skills."
Then everyone found Zhu Pingan standing in a remote place. Seeing that Zhu Pingan was standing so far away, everyone thought that Zhu Pingan had no idea and couldn't write a poem, so they hid aside in embarrassment. They all laughed and shouted at Zhu Pingan. Also write one.
People all have this bad taste: If you are unhappy, tell me what makes you unhappy to make me happy.
Everyone believed that Zhu Pingan was innocent and just trying to make up the numbers. However, the more this happened, the more everyone wanted to see Zhu Pingan make a fool of himself.
Therefore, everyone was very enthusiastic, and some even took advantage of his tallness and strength to grab Zhu Ping'an and lift him to the table where pens, inks, paper and inkstones were placed.
There was a circle of students who were injected with blood.
"I, I can't write poetry."
Everyone was in such high spirits that Zhu Ping'an just wanted to cooperate, with a sheepish smile on his innocent face.
Hearing Zhu Ping'an say that he can't write poems, everyone got even more excited. If he can't write poems, that's great. A quick one will make us happy.
"My little friend, don't be humble, write quickly."
The crowd was furious and the hospitality was hard to resist, so Zhu Pingan had no choice but to grimace and grab the brush with one hand.
This is the way to hold a brush, it's like holding chopsticks, it's too high, the onlookers whispered, and then chuckled in low voices.
Zhu Ping'an became even more embarrassed amidst the laughter, and hurriedly corrected the posture of holding the brush.
Amid everyone's low-pitched laughter, Zhu Ping'an finished the first sentence.
"Once bitten by a snake"
Everyone saw this and stopped laughing slightly. What is this? Isn't it the common saying about being bitten by a snake? Why did he use it as a poem? Let's see what his next line is.
Before everyone could wait too long, Zhu Pingan said the next sentence.
“Everywhere you hear the singing of birds”
As soon as this sentence came out, many people couldn't help laughing. They were just playing the piano randomly. This kid had never been to school. He couldn't have used everything he knew to deal with it.
Amid everyone's laughter, Zhu Pingan continued to write.
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets ascended into the sky."
After finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an looked at his masterpiece and looked like he was waiting for everyone's comments and praise. He seemed very satisfied with his random poems.
Once bitten by a snake, you hear the singing of birds everywhere.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets grows into the blue sky.
The onlookers looked at Zhu Pingan's random poems, and then looked at Zhu Pingan's innocent look waiting for everyone's praise, and they couldn't bear it any longer.
You are here to be funny!
The whole poem sounds like it rhymes, but the first sentence is a five-character ancient poem, and the second sentence becomes a cicada. Moreover, except for Changting and the vernacular that everyone can speak along the ancient road, the entire poem was pieced together from other poets. There is a common saying about being bitten by a snake, the phrase "I hear birds singing everywhere" comes from "Spring Dawn" written by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, and the phrase "A line of egrets ascending to the blue sky" comes from the "Queju" written by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
"It's really insulting to gentlemen..."
"The words don't make sense, but the poems are completely nonsense..."
"Really ignorant and unskilled..."
Everyone almost broke their stomachs with laughter. Whose stupid kid is this? It’s too low-level for us to try it on a boy with such a level. At this level, even if you make up the numbers, you are just messing around. The same is true for Mr. Sun, the scholar. You must be out of sight, send this guy to make up the numbers. Uncle Zhu Shouren kept silently away from Zhu Pingan, for fear of being reminded of his relationship with Zhu Pingan.
What made everyone think it was funny was that the silly boy was looking at everyone and laughing along with him.
People are stupid because they don’t know it
At this moment, everyone's thoughts were with Zhu Ping'an.
(This is the first time a new book has been recommended. I hope all book friends will give you strong support. If you collect more and recommend more, you may have reasons to continue recommending.);
