On April 23rd, the White Crane Tower reopened, coinciding with the fiftieth birthday of Zhang Ge, the magistrate of Ezhou. A grand banquet was held on the tower, and literati, dignitaries, and wealthy businessmen from both sides of the lake were invited to gather at the famous building to enjoy the scenery.
The actors and actresses came to the stage early in the morning, waiting for all the guests to gather and go on stage with gongs and drums beating.
The embankments along the river were crowded with people from Ezhou City who came to watch the performance.
Song Che didn't wake up until he was too lazy to sleep. When he rushed to the White Crane Tower, the good seat was already taken by people. There were too many people.
"You can't see it at all."
Shen Wenjun stood on tiptoes and raised his head, trying to see through the stage, but unfortunately his height was limited and all he could see were heads. The other two young men were not much better.
Song Che is still quite tall in contemporary times, and he can see clearly.
"Song Che!"
"What are you doing?"
"We can't see it!"
"Who told you to sleep in? People bring small benches, fruits, and refreshments here before dawn to occupy seats. We can't jump in line."
"We want to go there and watch the show!"
Shen Wenjun pointed at the White Crane Tower and swore firmly.
Song Che shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "We are not distinguished guests, so there is no congratulatory card that cannot be accepted."
The three young men stared with longing eyes and launched a mental attack on Song Che in all directions.
After being reserved for just a moment, Song Che was defeated.
Of course, of course, how could he, Song Che, stay in the embankment to watch the show? He had to go to the White Crane Tower and be a guest!
"Come on, let's think of a way to climb to the White Crane Tower!"
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In front of the White Crane Tower, there were government officials guarding the place, and several civil servants from the government office were seen doing the business of welcoming guests and accepting gifts.
"Hey, Yuan Zhang, you have come all the way, please sit upstairs..."
"Master Liu, please take some time out of your busy schedule and thank you for the honor!"
"Mr. Zheng, you are here at the right time. This famous building is being renovated. It is missing a famous poem or a famous poem to correct its spirit. I will be drunk by then, so you must pick up your pen!"
There are no white people who come and go, they are all powerful people.
Song Che and the others came to the building. They were dressed like nobles, but they were missing a congratulatory post.
"Who are you?" the old Confucian scholar who greeted the guests asked with a smile.
Shen Wenjun said politely: "Old sir, we are business travelers from the south of the Yangtze River. We happened to pass by Ezhou City and we had a double happiness, so we thought -"
"It turns out we were just passing through."
The old Confucian scholar immediately lost his smile and raised his finger to point outside the building: "There are taverns and tea stalls everywhere over there. You can just pick a seat. The banquet in Baihe Tower is limited and we will not entertain them."
Shen Wenjun immediately took out two ingots of silver and said with a smile, "How about we follow the ceremony?"
The old Confucian scholar hummed without even looking at him, "This is not a casual matter. There are some places where you don't have to be rich to get there."
"Tch! What's so great? This White Crane Tower is not your family's private property. The Penglai Pavilion in Dengzhou, the Linjiang Pavilion in Hangzhou, and the Yanque Tower in Yuncheng are all free to visit, and it is clearly stated According to the regulations, the pavilion is not allowed for private use, but you are holding a banquet here to entertain guests. In my opinion, celebrating the reopening of a famous building is fake, but collecting money for birthday celebrations is real!"
After all, Lin Nuxia was someone who had been with the prince, so there was nothing wrong with her words.
The opera troupe was invited to celebrate the reopening of the White Crane Tower, and public money was spent; the official's fiftieth birthday was paid with private money.
Using public money and borrowing the public name to do private things is a common tactic of being an official.
Maybe he was right, the old scholar's face turned red, he pointed at Lin Yue and spoke incoherently: "You, you, you... you are talking nonsense, come on, please take these lowly businessmen away!"
"Wait a minute."
Song Che smiled and was polite: "Master, please don't be angry. This brother of mine has always been outspoken. Although we are business travelers passing by, we have come with a generous gift. This gift cannot be measured no matter how much money it is."
The old Confucian scholar looked Song Che up and down, but didn't believe it: "Do you really think I'm dim-sighted? You guys clearly came here with nothing."
"It's not worldly money, so of course it's not necessary to carry it in your hand," Song Che said with a smile: "I just heard from my master that I need a famous poem to inject soul into the White Crane Tower. I am not very talented, but I happen to have a poem that is qualified for this task. "
"You? Hahaha..."
The old Confucian scholar laughed disdainfully: "You are just a peddler and a pawn. I can still believe you if you can ring the abacus. You can also compose poetry?"
Song Che smiled proudly and said loudly: "As soon as my poem came out, it was rhymeless and rhymeless, and all the talented people in the world lowered their eyebrows!"
"What an arrogant tone!"
The "Mr. Chen" from before was probably a local talented person. He turned back and looked at Song Che with disdain: "The people in the world who talk about common things are talking about people like you."
The old Confucian scholar came to talk: "This Chen Sanqiao, Mr. Chen is the number one scholar in Ezhou. You dare to claim to be number one in the world in front of him. You are like a duck pulling a carriage, and a mayfly shaking a big tree. You are overestimating your own abilities!"
Song Che said calmly: "Whether it is true or false, the pen and ink will show the authenticity."
"Okay! Then bring me a pen! I want to see what you are capable of!"
Chen Sanqiao raised his arms to greet him, and the old Confucian scholar brought his pen and ink. Many Confucian guests gathered to watch the excitement.
Song Che and Shen Wenjun exchanged glances. Since his calligraphy was really bad, his wife had to write all his poems.
Shen Wenjun understood, folded his sleeves, wrote some ink, and walked to the wall of Baihe Tower.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? This wall has just been painted, how can you ruin it?" The old Confucian scholar wanted to stop him.
Shen Wenjun said: "Why are you anxious? There has never been a bad poem from my brother's mouth. It is a blessing for the whole White Crane Tower and the whole Ezhou that his poem can be inscribed on this wall." fortunate!"
Song Che stopped talking nonsense and said word by word:
"The sun sets over the mountains and the Yangtze River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level!"
Although the song "Climbing the Stork Tower" describes the scene of the rushing Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River will eventually flow into the sea, so the word "magic change" does not hurt.
This poem by Mr. Wang Zhihuan has been praised by later generations as "the best of five character quatrains". Who can beat it? Who else!
As soon as this poem came out, everyone sighed, even the arrogant Chen Sanqiao couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and mutter appreciation.
"How about this poem? Is it enough to go upstairs and sit down at the table?" Shen Wenjun handed the pen to the old Confucian scholar.
The old Confucian scholar closed his chin. Although it was unbelievable, good poetry is good poetry. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the blessing of Baihe Tower.
"That's enough, that's enough. It turns out... it turns out he's a great talent from the south of the Yangtze River. He was just a humble old man, and a few distinguished guests came upstairs to invite him."
The old Confucian scholar respectfully welcomed Song Che and others into the White Crane Tower, and then hurriedly greeted his servants:
"Hurry! Hurry up and copy this poem and send it to Mr. Zhang. If we at Baihe Tower get this poem today, it will definitely be immortal through the ages!"
If Yueyang Tower did not have Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower", and if Tengwang Pavilion did not have Wang Bo's "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", its reputation would never be spread all over the world.
The body is built with incredible craftsmanship, and the soul is injected with poetry and song!
No matter what you create, do things, be a person, or write articles, you must have a soul!
Can be eternal!
