Yu Tiance turned around and saw that it was Liang Yuan and other county scholars.
"Beicheng Biaozi, I want to see what talents you have so that you can study in the county government study."
Just as Wang Chuan was about to retort, Chen Qing clenched his fists and walked up: "You are no older or younger than anyone else..."
"Qingzi, come back!"
Yu Tiance grabbed Chen Qing, rolled his eyes at Liang Yuan, and said to Chen Qing: "How do I usually teach you? A dog bites you, and you still bite the dog? If you can't stand it, just stew it!" "
Um?
The faces of Liang Yuan and other scholars turned dark instantly.
"You loser, who are you calling a dog?"
snort!
"Who knows, I have never provoked you. It's your endless sarcasm and sarcasm. Aren't you looking for trouble?"
Just as Liang Yuangang was about to refute, Yu Tiance and Wang Chuan ignored everyone and walked out, came to the gate of the county school, took out their identity documents and handed them to the government officials.
"Yu Jia, Wang Chuan..."
Yu Jia, Yu Tiance...
In the newly established pencil factory in Xinfeng County, the chief shopkeeper appointed by the county magistrate was named Yu Tiance, and his younger brother worked in the pencil factory.
The yamen servant bowed politely and said with a smile: "It turns out to be shopkeeper Yu, please come in!"
Um?
Not only Wang Chuan was stunned by the title "Yamen servant", but also Liang Yuan, who was following closely, and other scholars in the county government study, were also confused.
This guy is incompetent in general affairs and has low emotional intelligence. What kind of shopkeeper is he?
Yu Tiance turned his back to everyone, winked at the yamen servant, bowed and said: "This official, have you mistakenly recognized the person? This guy is just a scholar of Jinke, how can he be the shopkeeper?"
oh? oh!
The yamen servant hung out in the yamen and was naturally familiar with the world. He could see what Yu Tiance meant at a glance and quickly patted his face.
"Then I admit my mistake, please come in!"
…
Xinfeng County School covers an area of ten acres, with rockeries, woods, gardens, pools, pavilions, etc. It is considered a holy land for literati.
There is a two-story building in the center of the courtyard called Wenqu Pavilion. In front of the door is a stone statue of Confucius and two boxes of fireworks are placed.
In ancient times, learning was not compulsory education.
Common people went to private schools, which were academies or schools opened by scholars themselves.
The county school was a school under the supervision of the Imperial Academy, and only scholars and officials' children could enter.
Seeing is better than hearing. Compared with the equally lively Yuelai Inn, this building feels more elegant.
More and more scholars gathered together, and Yu Tiance also saw Jiang Nan, Wang Min and Edo arriving in front of the stone statue of Kong Sheng.
But Jiang Nan and Wang Min didn't come forward to provoke him this time. They probably had just been rescued by him and were too embarrassed to speak harshly.
Soon, fires were lit on lampposts around the square.
A group of government servants surrounded the square with swords, and then the county magistrate Zeng Yu, the county magistrate, and the apostle, dressed in official uniforms, got off the carriage.
Discussions instantly broke out among the students watching.
"The magistrate is so impressive!"
"If I pass the imperial examination, I will also be appointed as the county magistrate!"
"Man, this is how it should be!"
…
Zeng Yu and the others walked to the door. The Xinfeng County Magistrate clapped his hands and said loudly: "Are you all here? I will click on the roster now. If you hear the name of the scholar, please call out."
"Wang Pingzhi, Lu An, Jiang Dashan, Jiang Nan, Yu Tiance, Hu Yiyuan, Wang Min..."
…
Jiaoyu closed the roster, turned around and bowed: "Your Excellency, County Magistrate, all the scholars from Xinfeng County are here. Do you want to light the fireworks?"
Zeng Yu nodded: "Just order it!"
"point!"
After the instruction was given, the sky was filled with fireworks.
I originally thought that fireworks were a product of later generations, but I never thought that they existed more than 400 years ago today.
After the fireworks were set off, Zeng Yu said with a smile: "All scholars, please come into the pavilion. A banquet has been set up inside. Let's drink in the open tonight!"
Wow!
In front of the stone statue of Saint Kong, there was a warm applause.
The eighth brother-in-law Wang Chuan could not enter the pavilion and could only watch the banquet outside the door. However, as a scholar, he had more privileges than ordinary people. He could enter the courtyard of the county school and watch the cultural gathering directly.
Wenqu Pavilion is very large, with eight windows. Outside the windows are different scenery. Outside the window next to me, there is a sprouting willow tree, with willow branches swaying in the wind.
Desks were piled together in twos and threes, covered with red cloth, and filled with meat and vegetables. There were more than a dozen nirvana in the corner, and ten jars of Mongolian specialty stuffed donkeys.
Everyone bowed and took their seats.
Zeng Yu took the wine brought by the Yamen servant and raised his glass together with the county magistrate and the magistrate. The Jinke scholars present also raised their glasses at the same time.
I have always heard that the new county magistrate is a serious person.
I got acquainted with the county magistrate before those nobles, gentry, and landlords. Not to mention, the scholars were a little proud.
Zeng Yu put down his wine glass and said with a smile: "Today's literary meeting, nineteen of my students also came to Wenqu Pavilion. I will read a poem first, and then ask each of them to come up with a poem for today. Literature will add to the fun!”
"good!"
The scholars applauded and applauded thunderously.
Zeng Yu threw away his fan and began to recite the song "Peach Blossom Temple Song" again.
All the scholars present were intoxicated, feeling the beautiful scenery between the lines and the fairy-like life.
"This poem was written by Jinke Xiucai. I first asked my students to contribute poems for fun, and then I will announce the author of this song "Peach Blossom Temple Song"."
After saying this, everyone else frowned.
This beautiful poem was actually written by a scholar from Jinke?
Liang Yuan, Chen Fang and other county magistrate disciples also frowned involuntarily.
How is it possible that this scholar of Jinke did it?
Nineteen scholars read their own poems one after another, and the audience cheered one after another.
Although the words are beautiful, time is limited.
In just one afternoon, the poems written by the students are not even the slightest bit different in artistic conception from "Song of Peach Blossom Temple".
Liang Yuan walked off the stage, deliberately walked to sit next to Yu Tiance, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Biaozi, have you seen it? This is called talent! You don't have the ability to write good poems yet, you can only write limericks. Study hard. , be humble!”
snort!
Yu Tiance looked ahead and raised the corners of his mouth.
He is such a shallow bastard, and there are so many big brothers everywhere, how can he still be humble?
At this time, Chen Fang came over with a glass of wine and sat down next to Yu Tiance, with a strange smile on his face.
"Brother Liang, you think too highly of him. Doggerel also takes time. It is not just four nonsense sentences, but the artistic conception is shallower. Jinke Scholar, let alone an afternoon, give him three days. If you can write A good poem?”
Turning around, several more disciples of the county magistrate came over, sarcastically and showing off a few of them.
Yu Tiance licked his lips.
I can't help it!
"Everyone, are you very proud that you wrote a poem all afternoon?"
Um?
Liang Yuan's smile solidified: "What did you say?"
Yu Tiance held his head high and glanced at Liang Yuan with a roll of his eyes: "Brother Liang, with all due respect, what you wrote is just shit, and it won't catch my eye at all. Stay where you want, and don't bother me here!" "
Um?
"Tell me again, who wrote shit?"
oh oh!
Yu Tiance regained his composure, waved his hands and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
snort!
Yu Tiance apologized, and Liang Yuan finally put down his momentum.
However, before he could get up, Yu Tiance said: "Brother Liang, I'm not saying your poems are shit, but the poems written by all your disciples are all shit to me!"
