A young man of Su Dongchu's age dared to reach the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the oceans, but he did not dare not to do the homework assigned by his master.
Because if you don't do your homework, you will be punished.
When he thought of the pain from the ruler hitting his palm, Su Dongchu looked at Jiang Yifeng pitifully.
Jiang Yifeng smiled slightly and suggested: "Isn't it because I didn't write poetry? It's simple. If you just don't go to school, you'll be fine."
When Su Dongchu heard the suggestion, he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, if I don't compose a poem, I'll probably get a punishment at most, but if I play truant, my life may be in danger."
Jiang Yifeng was shocked, "Do you, Master, still dare to kill you?"
"That won't happen."
Su Dongchu smiled bitterly again and explained: "Master is not only my teacher, he also taught my father and my brother. If I dare to skip school, it will not be Master who does it."
Jiang Yifeng: "..."
This damn thing might really be lifeless.
At this time, Su Dongchu said: "Brother, you are dressed as a scholar, and I think you have some literary talent. How about you help me compose a poem?"
"I can't compose poetry."
Jiang Yifeng was a little embarrassed.
In the era when he lived, although he taught ancient poetry, he did not teach how to compose ancient poetry. It is not an exaggeration at all. His poetry writing ability is probably not as good as Su Dongchu.
Of course, he had another way to help Su Dongchu, which was to select one of the poems he had memorized before and ask Su Dongchu to write it down.
The problem is that the poems that he can memorize are not the kind written by Old Man Shiquan, but are considered superior in Chinese history.
He was worried that if he helped Su Dongchu in this way, he would accidentally create a sensation and it would be difficult to end it.
So, he thought again and again and asked: "Second brother, can you let me see the poems you once wrote?"
"sure!"
Su Dongchu said, trying to recall it, and recited the poem he thought was well written to Jiang Yifeng.
When I first heard it, why was it so bad?
Listening to it again, it turns out it still sucks!
That’s how you describe it!
In the past, he thought that the lower limit of poetry was Old Man Shiquan, but now after listening to Su Dongchu's poems, he actually felt that Old Man Shiquan's poems were still very flavorful.
Su Dongchu looked at Jiang Yifeng eagerly and asked, "Brother, how are my poems?"
Jiang Yifeng was silent for a long time, then patted Su Dongchu on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Second brother, I believe that your inability to compose poetry has nothing to do with drinking flower wine."
Su Dongchu was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yifeng said tactfully: "Have you, Master, ever said something like gold, which always shines?"
"Said."
Su Dongchu recalled it for a moment, and then asked: "Is this sentence wrong?"
Jiang Yifeng shook his head, "This sentence is correct, but some people can't recognize the reality. They are obviously scrap metal, but they insist on treating themselves as gold."
"Brother, are you calling me scrap metal?"
"As long as you don't write poetry, you are still very smart."
"..."
Hearing this, Su Dongchu wilted immediately like an eggplant beaten by frost, "It seems that I can only spend some money and find other people to help write a poem."
Spend money!
Find someone to write poetry!
Jiang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked, "How much money can I get someone to write a poem for?"
Su Dongchu said: "This depends on Master's approval. Class A is ten taels of silver, class B is five taels of silver, and class C is qualified and only needs one tael of silver."
"Ten taels of silver a piece for a first-class student. Are all your classmates so rich?"
You have to be clear, he went to a brothel to eat Bawang Dinner, ordered a top card, and it only cost twenty-two taels of silver.
As a result, the homework assigned by the master is worth ten taels of silver if it can be graded first.
Doesn't this mean that as long as you can sell two first-class poems, you can go to a brothel and get the first prize?
The ancients did not deceive me. There is indeed a Golden House and Yan Ruyu in the book.
Su Dongchu replied: "I don't think they are rich, they are about the same as me."
After hearing this, Jiang Yifeng probably guessed that the academy Su Dongchu studied in was somewhat similar to a Western aristocratic school. Those who could study there had to have rich or noble families.
After all, the Su family is not a small family. It can make Su Dongchu feel almost the same, which at least proves that these families are not much weaker than the Su family.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng smiled and said, "We hit it off immediately. It seems unfair of me to ask you to buy poems elsewhere. I'll write one for you!"
Su Dongchu's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly: "Brother, do you want to be paid?"
"No!"
Jiang Yifeng paused and continued: "However, if your classmates ask, you have to tell them that you bought the poems from me, and ask them to buy poems from me. I have poems that can get first-class."
Su Dongchu suddenly realized, "Brother, do you want to make money by selling poems?"
"What else?"
Jiang Yifeng sighed and said, "It's not cheap to go to a brothel to drink wine. I don't want to find ways to make some money. How can I take you to a brothel?"
Su Dongchu was so moved when he heard this. He felt that in this world, even his parents, eldest brother, and second sister were not as good to him as Jiang Yifeng.
After all, his father and elder brother had never thought of taking him to a brothel, unlike Jiang Yifeng, who had to sell poems just to take him to a brothel.
"Don't worry, brother, I will take care of this matter. I will definitely let them buy poems from you. I will beat anyone who doesn't buy it." Su Dongchu patted his chest and promised loudly.
"No need to hit people, as long as the poems they buy from me can get first-class, they will buy it naturally." Jiang Yifeng didn't want anything to happen to Su Dongchu, otherwise his son-in-law would be a failure.
"Brother, Master is very strict in the examination and approval process. It is not easy to get the first grade." Su Dongchu reminded.
"It's just poetry, write it down casually and it will be remembered forever."
Although Jiang Yifeng's words sounded like he was bragging, in fact he really had such ability. Of course, what he wrote casually was actually relying on the poems he had memorized.
The poems that he could memorize are themselves immortal.
Immediately afterwards, under Su Dongchu's incredible gaze, Jiang Yifeng easily said... No, he found a more ordinary poem from his memory and asked Su Dongchu to write it down.
Su Dongchu's poetry writing level may not be high, but he still has some appreciation ability. Looking at the poems Jiang Yifeng gave him, he felt that getting an A-level would not be a problem.
"I'm going to school." Su Dongchu put away the poem and asked reluctantly: "Brother, where will I find you after school?"
"Where are there many bookstores and scholars?"
"Zhuangyuan Street!"
"Then go to Zhuangyuan Street and find me."
After Jiang Yifeng finished speaking, he waved to Su Dongchu, turned around and left.
Su Dongchu looked at Jiang Yifeng who left gracefully, with little stars of admiration in his eyes, "Brother is so handsome, it would be great if he could be my brother-in-law."
"It's a pity... except that my sister is pretty and knows how to do some business, she is useless in other aspects. Especially when she has a cold face all day long, she is not as enthusiastic as the sister in the brothel. She is not worthy of my elder brother at all."
