"What did you say? You, a simple-minded person with well-developed limbs, do you really think you are something?"
"Qin Yun, don't say too much!" Mr. Qin shook his head and said sternly: "Look at your appearance now. How can you look like a scholar?"
Bao Guowei smiled and took advantage of the situation to sarcastically say: "Haha! I think your young master Qin Yunbiao's knowledge is nothing more than this?"
"Hmph! Just you, do you really think that you can learn anything after just a few days in school? You are just a frog in the well! Besides, I heard that you are still a squat student!"
When Gao Sheng saw Bao Guowei's provocation, he couldn't help but worry about him for Lao Bao's sake.
So he opened his mouth and said, "Bao Guowei, stop talking. My young cousin studied at a university in Jingkou. He will study abroad in the future. He is very knowledgeable! Don't make irresponsible remarks and leave quickly!"
Hearing what Gao Sheng said, Bao Guowei naturally knew what he meant, but he was not on the right track. He wanted to teach this self-righteous young master Qin Biao a lesson.
"Knowledge? I don't think he has much knowledge. Mr. Xiong Shili is here today. How about I compete with you to test our knowledge?" Bao Guowei said loudly.
"Huh? Bao Guowei, you actually know Mr. Xiong?"
Mr. Qin was puzzled and said that Xiong Shili was not from Wusu City. He was very famous as a scholar in the Jiangnan area. He also spent a lot of effort to invite him.
Bao Guowei handed over his hand and said: "I have met Mr. Xiong several times and discussed some cultural issues with Mr. Xiong. I am quite inspired by the development of Confucianism in the current era of integration of old and new."
"Have you discussed knowledge with Mr. Xiong?"
Mr. Qin was very surprised. It was obviously almost unbelievable that Bao Guowei, a person with a high school education, could come into contact with Xiong Shili.
Even among the teachers who teach at Zhicheng Middle School, there are only a handful of people who are qualified to discuss knowledge with Mr. Xiong Shili.
Mr. Qin looked at Xiong Shili, and he replied nonchalantly: "Mr. Bao Guowei and I have had several discussions, but they were not about knowledge..."
"Ha ha!"
Qin Yun laughed loudly and said: "You are bluffing, Bao Guowei, your trick was exposed by Mr. Xiong, right? You, an ordinary middle school student, can talk about knowledge with such a great professor as Mr. Xiong, who are you fooling?" Woolen cloth?"
Bao Guowei was very calm and was not frightened by his momentum, saying: "Whether I have the ability or knowledge will be known in a try, but I am very curious about who is the frog in the well between Master Qin Biao and me! "
These words obviously meant to declare war. How could Qin Yun swallow this breath and said angrily: "I'm too lazy to argue with you! Gao Sheng, drive these two out of the Qin Mansion!"
"Eh!"
"Master Qin, how about this? I think you also want to test how young Master Qin Biao is doing in Jingkou. How about let us compete in literary talent and knowledge today?"
Before Mr. Qin could say anything, Qin Yun said, "That's funny. How can I compare my literary talents to you? I'm going to get you a few test papers now and let you do the test papers?"
Bao Guowei found it funny. He didn't expect that learning now would be the same as a hundred years later. Learning is not real learning, but the ability to do test papers.
"In ancient China, there were martial arts champions and martial arts champions. How could we not compete? At that time, in the Pavilion of Prince Teng, facing many literati, the young Wang Bo was not afraid of the stage. His literary talent was eloquent and he wrote thousands of words eloquently. The "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" was published and became popular all over the world. famous."
"How about we compete in reciting poems today?"
An imperceptible smile appeared on Xiong Shili's face, and he said: "Huh? I think it's okay. In new schools, most of the final decisions are based on examinations. Usually in private schools, students talk about literature with each other and recite poems. It’s quite a bit less.”
Master Qin did not speak.
Qin Yungang wanted to refuse, but when he saw his uncle's expression, he knew that he had to agree.
In any case, when he was in school in Jingkou, he also studied a lot of Chinese studies, and his liberal arts subjects were better than his science subjects.
Besides, he is still a few years older than Bao Guowei, so just a high school student is not enough to pose a threat to him.
Qin Yun gritted his teeth and shouted: "Okay! Bao Guowei, I promise you."
Hearing what Qin Yun said, Mr. Qin's face relaxed a lot. It was hard to say whether he would win or not. If he didn't even have the courage to agree, all these years would have been in vain.
"Okay. Since Mr. Xiong has suggested it, today we can appreciate the talents and academic qualities of the younger generation."
Mr. Qin spoke and the competition was decided.
"Bao Guowei, what do you mean by comparison?"
"The content of the competition will be drawn up by Mr. Xiong and Mr. Qin, which is fair! However, before the competition, we'd better make a bet!"
"Hmph!" Qin Yun snorted coldly and said: "If I win, you will kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, and get out of the Qin Mansion immediately and never bother me again! And if you meet me outside, you will You have to bow your head and behave like a human being!"
Bao Guowei nodded and said, "Then what should you do if you lose?"
"Haha, ridiculous. I will never lose!"
"Haha. Master Qin Biao, if you lose, I will be your Chinese studies teacher!"
Qin Yun was very surprised by Bao Guowei's request and wondered about Bao Guowei's boldness.
"Be my Chinese studies teacher? Do you know who my Chinese studies teachers are? Do you have the qualifications?"
Seeing that both of them were young, Master Qin didn't know how long it would take if they continued to be entangled like this, so he said, "Yun'er, that's it."
Mr. Qin, Xiong Shili, Qin Yun, Gao Sheng, Bao and his son moved to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. The pavilion is located in the middle of the small lake in the garden. The pavilion is spacious and can accommodate more than ten people.
There is a large mahogany table in the middle. On the table are pens, inks, paper and inkstones arranged by Master Qin.
Bao Guowei had never practiced calligraphy, and the words he wrote were no different from chicken chop. He didn't dare to blame him, so he asked Mr. Qin to get a pen to write.
Master Qin glanced at him, said nothing more, and asked someone to bring him a pen.
Xiong Shili exchanged glances with Mr. Qin, and he was not polite and took the lead in asking the question.
"Make a new-style poem, in vernacular, with the theme of 'people, conformity, and crowd'. There are no requirements for the title."
As soon as the question came out, Mr. Qin couldn't help but admire it.
He thought: "Mr. Xiong is a supporter of new culture. This topic is very innovative! Nowadays, the old and new cultures are changing, which reminds me that I can choose a topic from traditional culture."
"When making a poem, there are no restrictions on genre or subject matter. There are no requirements for seven rhymes, five characters, or word cards. There is no limit on the title. The topic is 'ambition', and it is enough to express heroic feelings."
