No one cared about when Zheng Xiong left. All the Jinshi were racking their brains to think of how to refute. It would be impossible to admit defeat like this. Sentence by sentence, word for word, careful reading of words, only these scholars have the time to do this.
One of the Jinshi was ready to quote scriptures. When he looked up, Zheng Xiong was gone.
"Where is Zheng Tiling? Why is he missing? Have you left? He was afraid that I would wait and gave up."
This sentence interrupted everyone's thoughts. They raised their heads and scanned the surroundings with their eyes to confirm that Zheng Xiong had escaped, and then looked at this colleague like a fool.
Fortunately, Zheng Xiong slipped away and left everyone with a bit of face. There was no need to clearly state the outcome. Now that the person involved has left, you are still shouting loudly, for fear that others will not know. Who do you think you are looking up to, you or me, who can write poems comparable to these?
The officials who were watching the excitement reacted and said nonchalantly.
"Although Zheng Tiling has left, these poems cannot. In my opinion, these poems can be passed down through the ages. If you can't compose poems comparable to these, I'm afraid Zheng Tiling will win. ”
"That's how it should be. Tang poetry and Song lyrics are what I yearn for. Zheng Tiling's poetry is excellent. I'm afraid even the ancients would have done better if they were still alive. We have another great talent in our literary world."
Although Jinshi has a great reputation, it is still not enough at this time. Nowadays, there are only a handful of officials who have the title of Jinshi, and they have the arrogance to kill these people. Everyone had heard the strange sarcasm about Zheng Xiong's family background, and they felt resentful. Now that they had the opportunity to add insult to injury, how could they just let them go.
"You should just admit defeat. As these poems spread, you will be famous all over the world and leave your name in history. It is such a good thing, but you envy us. It is not shameful to lose like this."
The Jinshi group headed by Wu Bozong blushed and glared at the person who had just spoken. Qing Shi's name might also be a villain. What's the use of such a reputation.
One of the Jinshi couldn't bear the ridicule and retorted.
"Although Zheng Tiling's poems are excellent, we may not be able to compose comparable poems. On the other hand, you have just seen Brother Lin's poems. As long as you can compare with them, there is no harm in giving in now."
"Don't change the topic. I remember that it was you and Zheng Tiling who proposed the competition first. If your skills are inferior to others, then you will admit defeat. We certainly admire Zheng Tiling, don't you guys? There is still a long way to go."
"Everyone has said that Zheng Tiling's poems are comparable to those of the ancients. Naturally, we can't match them. Either you show us your skills now, or you just admit defeat. How can you be a gentleman if you don't want to admit defeat?"
With just a few words from you and me, the face of these Jinshis has been thrown into the dust.
Seeing that it was about to arouse public outrage, the leader Wu Bozong glanced at the younger brother who spoke out hatefully and said quickly.
"I admire Ti Ling's literary talents, and I'm willing to give up on a few poems. However, Ti Ling is not here, so I have to wait for another day. I will definitely come to admit defeat. What do you think?"
The first level of the official rank was overwhelming. Wu Bozong was the number one scholar and started at the fifth rank. Compared with these people who were making noises, he was not very low. After thinking about it, everyone still gave him face.
"Since the top pick has admitted defeat, there is no problem. Please do as you please."
Although the group of Jinshi were reluctant, the boss had spoken, so they could only hold it in and followed Wu Bozong and fled quickly.
At this time, Zheng Xiong's poems were sent to Lao Zhu's desk again, along with the story of what happened.
"Another poem has been sent. Come and taste it."
Li Shanchang fell ill, so Zuo Cheng and Wang Guangyang took up the poem and read it out without hesitation.
After reading the song, Lao Zhu's old friend was a little shocked. Although Zheng Xiong's official position was not high, his position as a future earl was already certain. How could this injustice come from.
Lao Zhu's face was also a little gloomy, but Wang Guangyang spoke again.
"Everyone, don't be anxious. I just looked at what happened. Zheng Xiong was a little arrogant when he spoke. Someone used his background as a reference. Maybe it has something to do with it. Your Majesty, this is what happened."
Lao Zhu took the written poems and stories and read them, his face turned gloomy.
"It is indeed a bit arrogant. Zheng Xiongzhen remembers that when he got the honor, he asked for an official position on his own, and did not participate in the palace examination next year. Now it is because of his low background that he came to us to ask for an official position. Take a look at it."
After reading the poems and the story, Lao Zhu's old friends knew what was going on.
"Young and frivolous, with a youthful nature, Zheng Xiong is suitable for the word talent."
Everyone nodded. Zheng Xiong did a lot of things, and both the military and the people benefited a lot. If these are not talents, then who is the talent?
Lao Zhu also agreed that Lao Zhu would get a share of everything Zheng Xiongti did under the leadership of Huimin Pharmacy. After all, it was the Huimin Pharmacy that Lao Zhu ordered to reestablish. The status is becoming more and more stable. Not to mention the distance, the prestige of Nanjing City itself is also increasing day by day, and Huimin Pharmacy must have some credit.
"By the way, how have these Jinshi performed during this period? There are quite a few assigned to various departments. Please tell me."
"Your Majesty, the performance of several people in my Ceremony Department is not very good. They basically follow orders and do things."
"Your Majesty, the same goes for the officials."
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Industry is about the same."
"What about the candidates assigned from various places?"
"Replying to Your Majesty, Zhongshu has sent back a lot of letters, and there are a few outstanding ones from various places. However, the time is still short, and not many feedbacks have come back."
Lao Zhu thought for a while and found that there were still a few people with Jinshi background, and it didn't seem to be very effective. The base of candidates is large, and the example set previously has been very effective. Now it seems feasible. Zheng Xiong's benchmark is acceptable.
"According to my decree, Zheng Xiongti led the Huimin Pharmacy and was promoted two levels to the fifth rank with a salary of one hundred and eighty dan. The other outstanding candidates were each promoted two levels and spread the word to various places. "
"I also want this talent. With so many candidates being released, there is still a big gap. Tell me where you can find talent that I can use in a different way."
"Your Majesty, talents are rare. Apart from the imperial examinations, there are probably only talented people from the countryside."
"Then increase your recommendation efforts and pass on my decree: Those who are capable of governing can only be assisted by wise men. Those who are scholars in the mountains and forests who are virtuous and worthy of literature and art should be promoted by officials and sent to the capital with gifts. I will appoint him to achieve great governance."
"Come on, let's continue reading poems."
In the second song, Lao Zhu ignored it directly and asked for a million gold coins, but he didn't get a dime. He was upset when he saw it, but the praise was very high and the favor was free of charge.
The same goes for the third song, which is limited to verbal praise.
The last song made Lao Zhu fall into deep thought. Lao Zhu hated corrupt officials to the core. The four dishes and one soup of shallots and tofu were pure and full of warning. The lime chant could be said to speak to Lao Zhu's heart. Son.
"This song "Lime Song" has been spread all over the world, and everyone should encourage it."
