Xiping Village?
Li Mubai had never heard of it, but from the name, he knew it was a run-down village.
A dilapidated village may not even be able to build a school.
What do you want to teach yourself there?
But Li Mubai was not afraid because he did not believe that the poem was written by Zhao Ping.
After all, Zhao Ping is just a civilian.
It is very rare to have outstanding achievements in medicine.
How could it be possible to excel in poetry?
He must have stolen someone else's poetry.
Thinking of this, Li Mubai asked, "You can read the poem you stole. How can we prove that the poem was indeed written by you?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Li, there is no need to worry."
Zhao Ping laughed.
I'm afraid you won't fall for it.
As long as you fall into the trap, you can only be led by the nose by him, a man with a soul of five thousand years of civilization.
"Since I dare to say it, I can prove it."
"Okay, I'll bet."
Li Mubai gritted his teeth and said, "But if you can't prove it, then openly admit that you are a thief who steals poems and articles."
"And also tell me who wrote that poem."
Tell you can you find it?
Zhao Ping muttered in his heart.
Please invite Peng Yue, Li Heran and Xu Tianhua to testify.
He coughed a few times, took off the kettle from Yunman's waist, and took a sip of water.
After brewing my emotions for a while, I raised my temper before speaking.
“If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return.
Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening.
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
It is my nature that my talents will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is a pleasure, and you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, is about to drink wine, but don’t stop drinking.
I sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.
Bells, drums, food and jade are not expensive, but I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time.
In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, but only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet and a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean if he has less money? It is up to you to sell it.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you. "
quiet!
Deathly silence!
Even people who don't understand poetry are shocked by Zhao Ping's heroic emotion at this moment.
The look he looked at was full of reverence.
It's like looking at a real immortal. Although it is in front of you, it is out of reach. You can only worship it.
"Li Mubai, now do you believe that this poem was written by my master?"
Yun Man does not understand poetry and prose, and only has victory or defeat in his mind.
So he reacted first and stared at Li Mubai, as if he was showing off.
"Mu Bai, if you are willing to admit defeat, you can follow him from now on."
Li Heran sighed, "Zhao Xianjun can write such poetry. With his ability, if you follow him, it will not be an insult to your talent."
"Dad, I don't accept it."
Li Mubai said stubbornly.
"Not convinced?"
Li Heran said with a gloomy face: "Zhao Xianjun has memorized the entire poem. Doesn't it still prove that this poem was written by him?"
"cannot."
Li Mubai said: "It's just recitation. If he can write a new poem on the spot, I will be convinced."
"hehe."
Zhao Ping sneered in his heart.
He is really a truth-seeking teacher.
I can't write poetry.
But copying poetry is my strength.
I can make you worship just the poems and poems in the nine-year compulsory education textbooks.
"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
Li Heran said coldly: "As a scholar, you should understand that poetry and prose are a collection of inspiration."
"Mr. Zhao came to the county magistrate today to discuss business. How can you feel that way?"
"Mr. Li, I really have it."
Zhao Ping smiled.
"Really?"
"It's true."
"Just wait a moment."
However, before Zhao Ping could start copying poems, Xu Tianhua interrupted their conversation.
Asked: "Mr. Zhao, does this poem have a name?"
"Wine will be served."
Zhao Ping said.
"It's really a poem to encourage drinking!"
Xu Tianhua nodded, "Yes, yes, I like this poem."
"What's a poem to encourage drinking?"
Li Mubai frowned and said: "If you don't understand, don't explain it blindly, it will ruin the masterpiece."
"Why don't I understand?"
Xu Tianhua said more seriously, "Listen to the name, you will be drinking. Aren't you just trying to persuade us to drink?"
"Then the first sentence, the water of the Yellow River will not flow back, just like time has gone forever. Drink, my friend. If you don't drink now, you may not have the opportunity to have such fun again in the future."
"The second sentence expresses that life is short and time flies."
"Aren't you also trying to persuade us to drink?"
"Drink. If you don't drink, your hair will still be black when you look in the mirror in the morning, but it may turn white at night."
"If you don't drink, you won't have a chance."
"Then when you are proud, you should enjoy yourself and drink. Don't let the wine in the jar sit there in vain."
"Don't you have to talk nonsense after drinking?"
"Mr. Zhao said that his talents are very high and will be used by the emperor, so that everyone can rest assured that he has plenty of money and can make more after spending it."
"Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is all for fun. Everyone must drink three hundred cups together."
"Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng should be two of Mr. Zhao's friends. When he wrote this poem, those two were drinking with him. Mr. Zhao asked them not to stop and continue drinking."
"When you feel happy after drinking, Mr. Zhao just wants to sing a song."
"Even when he was singing, he was still talking about drinking. Fame and wealth are not important. Mr. Zhao just wants to get drunk."
"Then he got really drunk and started talking nonsense."
"Throughout the ages, saints and sages have died without a name. Only the names of those who drink will be remembered. Friends, if you want to be famous and immortal, drink with me."
"Mr. Zhao even gave an example. We have never heard of King Chen. It is possible that Mr. Zhao drank too much and made it up just to persuade people to drink."
"After finishing the wine, he found that he had no money to buy wine. Mr. Zhao called his entourage over and asked him to pawn all his robes and horses in exchange for fine wine and continue drinking. Only when everyone drinks together can they forget all their sorrows. .”
"Isn't it right for me to explain it this way?"
quiet!
The surroundings fell into silence again.
People in the Dawei Dynasty liked and loved poetry. They would often have three or five friends get together to comment on a poem and express their opinions.
So when Xu Tianhua commented on the wine, everyone was listening carefully.
I originally thought that poem was quite heroic, drinking to drown sorrows, and expressing Zhao Ping's feeling of not being able to appreciate his talent.
But what Xu Tianhua said seemed to make some sense.
After all, many people know that Zhao Ping is the brewer. It is natural that he loves wine, gets drunk and talks big words.
"I……"
Li Mubai was choked.
But he was still unconvinced and said: "This poem is clearly expressing the feeling of being unappreciated. How can it be so superficially regarded as a song to persuade people to drink?"
"Zhao Ping, tell me."
"what did I say?"
Zhao Ping was also shocked by Xu Tianhua's remarks.
I never thought that being drunk could be explained in this way. I felt that my nine years of compulsory education were in vain.
Not as clearly as a wine tasting officer like Xu Tianhua.
But there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand readers, and Zhao Ping accepts everything calmly.
He said shamelessly: "I was drunk at the time and just wrote a poem. You can understand it however you want."
"You really don't know."
Li Mubai seemed to have caught evidence of Zhao Ping's plagiarism, and sneered: "Because you are not the poet."
"fart!"
Xu Tianhua scolded: "Mr. Zhao is the brewer of acacia wine. He wrote this poem to persuade everyone to drink, so that he can sell more acacia wine and earn more money."
Li Mubai was too lazy to talk nonsense with a wine taster, so he could only turn to Peng Yue and ask: "Master Sheriff, you are also a witness. Can you tell me, this poem was written by Zhao Ping?"
Peng Yue thought for a moment before saying, "According to what Xu Jiuguan said, this poem was indeed written by Mr. Zhao."
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao wins."
Xu Tianhua said proudly: "Li Mubai, you should be a servant to Mr. Zhao."
"but!"
However, Peng Yue changed the topic and continued: "Anyone with a little knowledge can read from the poem the author's feeling of not appreciating his talent."
"Peng Yue, what do you mean?"
Xu Tianhua glared and said, "You think I'm uneducated?"
Don’t you know whether you have knowledge or not?
Peng Yue muttered something in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he said, "Guan Xu, my words were not aimed at you."
"You are the wine tasting officer, and no one can match you in wine tasting."
"It's really admirable that you can read the thought of persuading people to buy wine from the wine."
"But what I want to say is that Mr. Zhao has been living in Xiping Village for a long time and has not had any contact with anyone in the official career. He should not have the feeling of not appreciating his talents."
"However, Mr. Zhao is an immortal king with endless abilities. I am not yet at his level, and I cannot be sure whether this poem was written by him."
"Mr. Zhao, you just said that if you have inspiration, you can write a poem on the spot."
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhao."
That's what he said, but in his heart, Peng Yue had already recognized that the song About Drinking was written by Zhao Ping.
The reason why Zhao Ping is asked to compose another poem is also the nature of being a literati.
Everyone wants to hear more masterpieces.
So he was slightly biased towards Li Mubai.
Zhao Ping didn't mind, but said to Xu Tianhua: "Xu Jiuguan, I gave this poem to you."
"Give it to me?"
Xu Tianhua pointed at his nose and wondered.
Send me a poem?
Why don't you give me a few jars of acacia wine?
"good."
Zhao Ping said: "I also drank a lot of wine today and was slightly drunk, so I named it Xu Tianhua."
"There are many acquaintances in the world, but this man is not like that.
Xinglai's book is from the Holy Spirit, and his drunken words are especially outstanding.
The white hair is old and busy, and the blue clouds are in the present.
How much more sleep can you get with a bottle of wine by your bedside? "
This...actually composed a poem on the spot and presented it to Xu Tianhua.
Li Mubai silently studied poetry.
People in the world make friends casually, but this old man is different.
Xu Tianhua only pays homage to the emperor, so he must be different from others.
Once the interest arises, calligraphy becomes natural and can be called a holy work.
This is a bit exaggerated.
However, Zhao Ping was just a farmer, while Xu Tianhua was a capital official and a popular figure around the emperor.
Zhao Ping praised him and fawned over him, which was understandable.
After being drunk, Xu Tianhua not only spoke boldly and wildly, he even dared to touch the emperor's women.
A lot of wine makes people bold and daring.
Xu Tianhua is just a wine taster and does not participate in political affairs. Doesn't he just ignore other people's affairs and only sees sunny skies and white clouds?
There is a bottle of wine by the bedside. How many times can you get drunk in your life?
It can be said that although this poem is a bit exaggerated, it is indeed a true portrayal of Xu Tianhua.
This poem is indeed written by Mr. Zhao and cannot be faked.
Li Mubai was so impressed that he immediately knelt down and worshiped.
"Mr. Zhao is very talented and well-spoken. I admire him."
"I am willing to become Mr. Zhao's slave. From now on, I will only obey Mr. Zhao's orders."
