"You are all outstanding scholars from our Wen Dynasty, so there is no need to be polite."
A soft voice came, and Magistrate Na Wen spoke. At that moment, everyone looked at him.
Song Mu also looked at it carefully.
"You are able to come to the meeting today, and I would like to thank you all on behalf of the many chambers of commerce in the city, as well as the many widows and abandoned children in the universal relief hospital."
This Wen Chengyong has been the prefect of Lin'an City for some years, and I heard that he has made some achievements. This time, it seems that he may be a little more peaceful.
Wen Chengyong bowed his hands to everyone in a very solemn manner. Upon seeing this, all the talented people quickly returned the gift, with a somewhat cautious expression on their faces.
This year-end cultural gathering is, firstly, taking advantage of this season to allow merchants in the city to do more business. However, it is led by the government and jointly funded by the merchants. It is agreed that 10% of the sales profits of each merchant in the city today will be donated to the government for relief. Lonely and widowed.
The government will distribute the money to general relief hospitals in the city that are responsible for supporting widowers, elderly people and abandoned children, and will also replace the Tongwen steles guarding the villages in some weak villages.
This move can be regarded as killing multiple birds with one stone and benefiting all parties, so it has naturally been continued.
With the arrival and encouragement of the prefect, the atmosphere on the viewing platform was heightened in a short period of time.
It was with the arrival of the prefect that the banquet here finally officially started today.
Jiangnan Dongdao's ability to send a prefect to participate in this cultural gathering is enough to show that it attaches great importance to it.
Many scholars finally relaxed a little at this moment, but at this moment most people were also rushing towards Nawen Magistrate.
Song Mu didn't go up to join in the fun, and sat down in front of a banquet table on the third floor of the attic. He looked around and saw that the literary party hadn't officially started yet, so he calmed down and had something to eat first.
The talented people in the venue also sat down to eat after some polite greetings.
The few scholars who were sitting at the same table as Song Mu were also greeting each other at this moment. A middle-sized scholar next to Song Mu immediately noticed Song Mu and smiled at Song Mu.
"I'm Shu Fang, this young master is tall and powerful, but I don't know who he is from?"
"Song Mu from the West Road of Jiangnan is coming to Ancheng to visit his relatives and friends."
Song Mu immediately put down the snack in his hand and said calmly. He took another sip of tea and poured the sweetness from his mouth into his stomach.
This pastry made by the ancients is thick and sweet, and one piece can make people sip it for a long time.
When the other party heard Song Mu say this, a bit of surprise flashed across his face. When he asked that Song Mu was actually visiting Master Shen in the city, his face was even more surprised.
"I didn't expect that your Excellency is Master Shen's nephew. I'm glad to meet you."
Shu Fang said this with a somewhat stiff expression on his face. Even the people next to him looked at each other with somewhat embarrassed expressions.
Seeing this situation, Song Mu frowned and asked with a smile as he cupped his hands.
"Why do I see that you all are a little frustrated? Is there something bad about Uncle Shen?"
"It's not that, it's just..."
Shu Fang grinned immediately, and then spoke in a very cautious tone in a low tone.
"To be honest, your Excellency may have never been in the city, and may not know what is going on..."
At that moment, Shu Fang and Song Mu briefly talked about the origin of this. Only then did Song Mu know that Master Na Shen actually had some quarrels with the prefect Wen.
It seems that Mr. Shen once said in public that Wen Chengyong got to the position of prefect through his family connections.
Regarding family relations, doesn't that mean that Concubine Wen Guifei has taken advantage of her?
Song Mu suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Lord Shen to be honest and honest, and to be so straightforward in his words.
Song Mu raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wen Chengyong, who was mingling with others in the distance. At this moment, he just let out a breath and said to everyone with a smile.
"I don't think the prefect will make it difficult for me to do something like this."
When several people heard this, they looked at each other and nodded in agreement, but they were still a little more distant from Song Mu.
At that moment, Shu Fang regretted how he greeted Song Mu.
However, after a while, when everyone had had enough wine and food, the sound of music in the attic had stopped, and then an old man of half a hundred years walked to the center of the attic of Guanlantai and extended his hands to the surroundings.
"Everyone, Niu Maojin, the old president of the Lin'an Chamber of Commerce, would like to thank you all for attending the meeting today and adding luster to our Lin'an City Cultural Association."
This old man turned out to be a famous chamber of commerce boss in the city, and he ran all the silver houses in Lin'an City. The fact that he stood up to speak at this moment also meant that this cultural meeting had officially begun.
The old man said a few polite words first, and then explained the rules of this literary meeting. Simply put, the winner is based on talent. When the city gate is closed at midnight in the evening, whoever writes the most talented poems and articles will be the winner. Receive prizes from this event.
As the old man said this, a team of boys immediately brought up the prizes and placed them in the center of the attic.
Before the literary party started, these prizes had been on display throughout the city for a long time, so almost all the talents knew what the rewards were and how valuable they were.
At this moment, the eyes of most people in the venue were directed at the red coral placed on the table in the middle of the loft.
The red coral is as red as clouds and as transparent as jade. Once you set your eyes on it, it seems difficult to look away.
Song Mu was also looking at the treasure at this moment, with a somewhat excited look on his face.
"The above are the rewards that our Lin'an Chamber of Commerce has prepared for everyone. In addition, all the talented poems and articles written by all the talents today will be praised. We will have a servant to carry your poems and articles around the city to praise them. Once again.”
"You talented men, for the sake of the common people, I would like to thank you all this time."
After the old man said this, everyone in the field nodded and handed over their hands, and everyone was eager to try.
Without any urging, someone immediately stepped forward, raised his hand towards Magistrate Na Wen, and then immediately began to recite poems.
It seemed that the other party was somewhat prepared. The poem slowly came out of his mouth and he wrote it on the white paper. The next moment, there was a surge of literary energy.
And the poem looks pretty good.
"There are three battles of talents. This person is so powerful."
"It seems to be Jiaxing County's best candidate this year. He also seemed to have written very good poems during the provincial examination."
"Oh, it seems that I have to work harder, but I don't know if the poem in my mind can achieve this level of talent."
Everyone was talking about it, and the person who wrote the poem proudly raised his hands to everyone around him. At this moment, a boy immediately copied the poem and hurriedly walked outside.
Song Mu sat in the attic and looked outside, and saw that the boy had already reached the railing on the side of the viewing platform with poems in his hands. Someone was already beating a golden gong there. The clear sound of the gong attracted everyone's attention, and then there was a cadence. came the voice.
"The end of the year cultural gathering, Jiaxing's talent recruitment..."
Immediately, the poem was recited in a mellow tone, which immediately caused many people outside the venue to look here, with a bit of curiosity on their faces at this moment.
And there was also a boy who took the poem, and someone used a gold pen to lift it on the red cloth that fell around the pavilion. The poem was completed, which also attracted the attention of many people.
There were many people gathering under the Guanlan Tower at this moment, and there were also cheers.
The person who wrote this poem upstairs immediately smiled and kept raising his hands to the people around him.
When the talented people around saw this situation, they all stood up impatiently.
The literary meeting became lively in an instant.
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