Zeng Yu glanced at the paper in Yu Tiance's hand, and really wanted to put the poem away and copy it into his own poems.
The integrity described in the poem, not afraid of power, not afraid of life and death, is exactly what he had in mind when he first took office, and he must do something for the people of this county.
But there is another poem next to it. No matter how I say it, I have to wait until Yu Tiance finishes reading it all before taking the paper over.
Suddenly, the Wenqu Pavilion burst into applause.
Zeng Yu raised his hand and everyone fell silent again.
"Tiance, recite your poem, I think it's so long..."
Yu Tiance turned around, bowed and said: "Sir, Confucius said that he has complete six arts and can be called a gentleman. None of his other disciples have composed music. I have already composed my music. I would like to ask the teacher, is there guzheng in the county school?"
Is the song finished?
Zeng Yu licked his lips, in disbelief.
How long does a stick of incense last? It takes about fifteen minutes. In ancient times, it only took half a quarter of an hour.
In such a short time, I wrote a poem, composed another lyrics, and composed the music. What kind of monster is this, and what kind of head does he have?
Not long after, the government servants brought in a guzheng.
Yu Tiance sat at the table and played the prelude.
Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north,
The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, and the sword energy is like frost;
My heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River,
Twenty years, who can resist?
Crazy with hatred, he points his sword at it,
How many loyal brothers and sisters are buried in a foreign land;
Why would you die to repay your family and country?
I can't bear to sigh, I'm even more speechless, my eyes are full of blood and tears~
The horse's hooves go south, and the man looks north,
Looking north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying...
…
"Impossible, how is it possible?"
Before Liang Yuan, Chen Fang and others could get away from the artistic conception of the poem just now, Yu Tiance directly took out a Wangbang sword, which completely stunned them!
Even Jiang Nan and Wang Min, who were sitting far away, couldn't help but drop the cups in their hands, and the drinks spilled all over the floor.
Is this Biaozi so capable in writing lyrics, poetry, and music?
Wow!
After a moment of silence, whether it was the dozens of scholars in Wenqu Pavilion, the three imperial officials on the high platform, or the hundreds of scholars watching outside Wenqu Pavilion, they all applauded involuntarily.
Zeng Yu asked in surprise: "Tiance, what is the name of this poem?"
"Sir, this poem is called "Serve the Country with Loyalty"!"
Uh-huh!
"Serving the country with loyalty and loyalty is tattooed on King Yue's back. This poem of yours is called "Serving the country with loyalty and loyalty." King Yue is not mentioned in every sentence, but his integrity is in every sentence. It's perfect!"
Zeng Yu carefully took the paper, read the beautiful words on it, and praised repeatedly: "The pen of heaven and man, the pen of heaven and man! I didn't expect that my Xinfeng County would have such talent. Even when Li Taibai was alive, I can’t write such a good sentence in such a short time!”
After a while, Zeng Yu picked up another "Peach Blossom Temple Song", stood up and asked everyone: "I said before that this poem was written by Jinke No. 1 Scholar. You should have guessed who it is?"
Liang Yuan, Chen Fang and others couldn't help but turn their heads and look at Yu Tiance under the podium, beads of sweat broke out on their palms.
Could it be that……
"That's right, it's the people in front of you, Yu Jia and Yu Tiance!"
ah?
At this moment, everyone's mouths were opened wide and their eyes were so wide open that they almost fell out of their sockets.
Didn't you say that this kid is very cool?
His father-in-law scolded him wherever he went!
Even if Yu Tiance wasn't around, Shen Kang would still scold his son-in-law with others.
With such talent, why is he so unpopular?
At this moment, the eighteen county magistrate disciples almost had their heads stuck in their crotches, and their faces were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.
Zeng Yu put down the paper, picked up the wine bottle, walked to Yu Tiance first, filled a glass of wine for him personally, and then came to Liang Yuan, pouring the wine and talking.
"Min Xian, look at people's strengths. Everything in the world is our teacher! Talented people come from every generation. The younger generation does not mean that they are not talented. You have to learn a lesson!"
Um!
Liang Yuan could only blush and nodded.
"The student admits his mistake, my lord!"
"You can become a great scholar only if you can listen to the teachings. I forgot to introduce to you that the pencil you use is made by Tiance. He is not only my disciple, but also the boss of the pencil factory!"
ah?
Liang Yuan and other disciples were shocked one after another.
Pencil factory, big shopkeeper!
It turns out that this pencil, the pencil that has troubled Taizu Li Longwu for decades, and the pencils that have troubled emperors for hundreds of years, was actually made by such a weak and weak boy?
Outside the door, Wang Chuan could no longer speak.
It turns out that Yu Tiance is a disciple of the county magistrate. No wonder he always dares to go against his father-in-law. He has a strong background!
At the same time, Wang Chuan also felt a shame he had never felt before.
He became a scholar a few years ago and always wanted to be a disciple of the county magistrate. He participated in a fireworks festival and three Dragon Boat Festival poetry festivals, but failed each time.
And Yu Tiance, the most anonymous person, turned out to be the disciple of the county magistrate for a long time!
The show off before that...
It turns out that the clown is himself!
Having no shame or mood to read any more, Wang Chuan smiled self-deprecatingly, turned and left the county school compound.
After three rounds of drinking, the most important step is to select people to study in the county government's study.
Yu Tiance directly "recommended", and there were still two places in the county study room. All the Jinke scholars had lights in their eyes, eager to try.
However, the grapevine is not accurate.
Perhaps Zeng Yu deliberately set his sword and did not write a poem or poem. Instead, he asked the eunuch to give each scholar a piece of paper and a pencil and ask them to write a policy statement.
The topic of the policy discussion is how to increase the number of scholars in the county and make the people become literate quickly.
The county magistrate, county magistrate, and teaching edict will serve as the examiners. The results will be announced three days later. Only the top two will be qualified to study in the county study.
The time is one hour and ends when the time is up.
This question really stumped the scholars present.
Everyone frowned, and their expressions became serious for a moment, because no one wanted to give up the opportunity to become the county magistrate's disciple.
Regardless of the county magistrate, the governor of Chang'an, or even the envoy of Yongliang Road, including the ministers of the court, almost everyone had disciples.
It may seem like you are learning from yourself, but in fact, it is a mutually beneficial relationship.
Students need the reputation of officials to pave the way and learn their knowledge.
Officials, on the other hand, need these disciples to give all kinds of suggestions and find the best opinions to deal with the problems they encounter.
To use an analogy, the relationship between disciples and officials is like the relationship between ministers and the emperor in the court. On the one hand, it is for survival and future, and on the other hand, it is for admonishment and suggestions.
At this time, Zeng Yu looked at the eighteen disciples, as well as Yu Tiance, who was thinking: "You should also think about it. If you have any ideas, follow us and write a policy paper together."
Yu Tiance took the pen and paper and frowned slightly.
The poems were easy to say, just copy them for later generations, but it was really difficult for him to make suggestions.
How can we help illiterate people learn to read quickly?
Suddenly, Yu Tiance's eyes widened.
Got it!
