Mr. Zhang is the third-rank minister of Honglu Temple, specializing in the diplomatic affairs of the Dayu Dynasty. He came here because he heard that Taifu Lin had accidentally obtained a foreign book and came here to borrow it.
He followed the housekeeper into the study, first borrowed the book that Xinxin was reading, and then asked: "Master Taifu, are people from Sui'an coming to the capital?"
Taifu Lin knew what the little old man was thinking at a glance, and said: "Lao Zhang, I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time. Sui'an's nephew, the newly promoted Tan Hua Lang, will be getting married in the future. I will leave Beijing and return to the village later, and I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to meet the Sui’an people.”
Master Zhang secretly thought, this is indeed the case.
Sui'an is a woman, and it is really not easy for a man to meet a woman.
But, we have to meet him.
After he copied down the foreign words on the Halloween birthday gift, he and several of his men consulted a large number of books before determining the clear meaning. Although he knew that the sentence meant birthday wishes, he still had to study the specific meaning of each word. This country has contacts with the Daewoo Dynasty, but there are not many contacts and very little information, resulting in language barriers and hindering further exchanges between the two countries.
He really wanted to have a detailed chat with the Suian people about Assab's language face to face, and he would definitely make unexpected discoveries.
Mr. Zhang spoke slowly: "Since Tan Hua Lang is getting married the day after tomorrow, I will go and have a glass of wedding wine shamelessly."
"Then do you have a wedding invitation?" Taifu Lin said funnyly, "Coming to the wedding banquet without a wedding invitation is considered a disturbance. The Cheng family has not arranged your place in advance. Wouldn't it make the flower lover feel frightened and blame himself?"
Mr. Zhang's brows furrowed. It was really not polite to go uninvited. It seemed that he had to find a way to get a wedding invitation.
I’m getting married the day after tomorrow. In just over a day, where can I get wedding invitations?
"I heard that Mr. Master Cheng, the Number One Scholar, is holding a poetry party this afternoon, and Mr. Cheng, the Prince of China, will also be there." Taifu Lin reminded him kindly, "Lao Zhang, please tell the groom-to-be whether he can give you a piece of poetry." Wedding invitation?”
Master Zhang stood up immediately: "What a great idea, I'll go right away."
He held the foreign language book under his arm and walked out in a hurry.
"This little old man..." Taifu Lin shook his head, "At this age, he still participates in young people's poetry gatherings and writes ghostly charms in foreign languages. I'm stunned."
Fu Zheli, the direct son of the Fu family, was originally a leader among literati. Now he is the number one scholar in the new subject and has entered the Hanlin Academy. He has a bright future. At the poetry meeting he took the lead in organizing, everyone who was invited arrived, and those who were not invited also tried their best to think of something. Here we are, the Fu Family Courtyard is full of literati and elegant people, and it is extremely lively.
Cheng Zhao stood out among the crowd.
He rarely participated in such poetry gatherings and was not very familiar with anyone. However, due to his identity, people kept coming to greet him.
"Now that everyone is here, let's start composing poems." Fu Zheli looked at everyone with a smile, "The time is limited to one stick of incense, the theme is people, and the rhyme is not limited. Start now."
The servant came up, lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner.
The literati present immediately began to think hard. They always took flowers and plants as the theme when participating in poetry gatherings. This was the first time they wrote poems related to "people".
This question is not easy to write. The purpose should be broad and the main point cannot be deviated, otherwise it will definitely be included in the book.
For example, when we mention the people, we think of farmers. Can we write about how miserable and tired the farmers are? If we do, we will question the prosperity of the Dayu Dynasty.
Therefore, I can only write in a good direction, writing about the importance of the people, their dedication and hard work, and finally the strength and prosperity of the country...
At the end of the stick of incense, everyone present has basically composed a complete poem. The literati gathered among themselves, circulated the poems to each other for comment, and jointly selected the top three best ones.
Everyone read them one by one and found that these poems all looked similar and had similar meanings.
"Brother Cheng, this poem is really different." Fu Zheli's eyes fell on a very elegant calligraphy. "The first sentence describes what cotton is, the second sentence describes the harvest of cotton, and the third sentence , recalling the suffering of winter cold in previous years from the perspective of the people, the fourth sentence, describing the joy and smiles of the people... This poem, seeing the big from the small, has an excellent idea. People without experience can't write it at all. No wonder the emperor said, Cheng My brother’s poems are the best among this year’s Jinshi... If I hadn’t been a little short on looks, I would have been the Tanhualang.”
His words were not self-effacing. Although he had studied in the palace since he was a child and enjoyed the best education, in fact, he was as talented as Cheng Zhao.
Before the palace examination, his father told him that he and Cheng Zhao had a 50-50 chance of becoming the number one scholar.
In the end, he became the number one, while Cheng Zhao was only the third. It was not because Cheng Zhao could only be ranked third because of his ability, but because he came from a poor family. The emperor did not want a poor man to stand out and be framed, so he appointed him. Cheng Zhao is the prostitute, which is a kind of protection in disguise.
After Fu Zheli started to praise, some flatterers naturally followed suit and praised Cheng Zhao.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cheng Zhao said: "As you all know, I come from a poor family. I come from a village far away. My grandparents are farmers, and my parents are also farmers. Everyone in the village depends on heaven and earth. Food. It is very difficult for a rural family to support a child in education. I am able to get ahead because of the whole family’s fundraising. And in this world, there are many, many people like me who are struggling to study."
"Now I can read it well, but there are still more children from poor families who are struggling. They may not be able to afford a piece of ink, a pen, or a book. Slowly, more and more people are giving up. More and more people are coming... That's why the ancients said that it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son..."
His words made many readers present feel the same.
There are three or four scholars who, like Cheng Zhao, were born in poverty, reached the level of Jinshi, became disciples of the emperor, and became the pride of the whole family. They became legends in their hometown, but when they came to this capital, they realized that they were How insignificant, some of them even dare not mention their origins for fear of being excluded from this circle.
They never expected that Cheng Zhao would admit his poverty so generously, which made them ashamed.
There are still some people whose family background is not bad, but after studying for so many years, it costs so much, so their parents sell their houses and land. Gradually, the family becomes impoverished. Studying is really difficult for them. Looking back, The past has not been easy, and the tips of our noses are all sore.
"I have suffered before, so I hope people like me will suffer less." Cheng Zhao said slowly, "I plan to create a reading pavilion so that poor students no longer have to worry about expensive books. The current problem is, There is a lack of a large number of books, so Cheng cheekily asks all his classmates and colleagues to donate books, and the poor students who benefit will definitely be grateful for your kindness."
As soon as he said these words, the place suddenly became quiet. The literati looked at each other in shock. No one expected such a thing.
Those who sympathize with Cheng Zhao's words basically come from poor families. They have spent a lot of hard work to get every book, which is full of bitter tears, and they are not willing to donate it at all.
The children of wealthy people cannot feel the suffering of poor students, nor do they feel that they have an obligation to help these people, and they remain indifferent.
The place was eerily quiet.
At this moment, an old but energetic voice came.
"I'll donate a hundred copies!"
