accepted! He actually agreed!
How dare he?
Lu Huailiang frowned, his face full of displeasure.
"Brother Lu, don't be angry. This guy from the Gu family is a country man who doesn't know the rules of the poetry society."
"It must not be intentional. After the poetry meeting is over, let him apologize to Brother Lu." Tian Jiabing said with relief from the side.
In fact, not only Lu Huailiang, but also most of the literati at the poetry meeting frowned.
The Hero's Drunk and Caizi's Brew taste good, and even Hong Xiuzhao is far better than the so-called famous wine Chunxiao.
But this only means that your boss Gu knows how to make wine! It doesn’t mean you can compose poetry!
If writing poetry and making wine were as simple as making wine, would we still be living in poverty for ten years, seeking fame and not getting it?
In fact, there are deeper reasons. Pang Juanzhi is the leader among the young generation of talents in Huainan.
If you were just a wine maker, you could write the same poems as Pang Juanzhi. Then what dignity do they have for those who study hard but are still not as good as Pang Juan?
I also blame Pang Juanzhi for drinking. If you are a good person, what are you doing by inviting others to write poems?
But they did not dare to blame Pang Juanzhi, so they had to vent their resentment on Gu Beichuan.
But Gu Beichuan seemed not to notice these resentments and dissatisfaction, he just smiled and strode forward, saying: "Gentlemen, listen to the dragon's roar!"
Comparing your own poetry to dragon chanting? What a loud tone indeed!
“I don’t see you, the water of the Huaihe River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return.”
However, when Gu Beichuan said the first sentence, the discussion at the scene became much quieter.
This... seems pretty good. The Huaihe River is constantly flowing, which is quite spectacular.
"Don't you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening."
hiss!
The scene was already filled with exclamations of exclamation!
The bright mirror is sad and white-haired, and the black hair turns into snow at dusk! Naturally, I lament that time flies by and years are wasted.
Taken individually, it's just that the dialogue is neat and artistic. But if you look at it together with the previous sentence, it’s amazing!
This is comparing with Huaihe River!
Invisibly, the sadness of aging due to time is pushed to its peak.
These two sentences alone are enough to prove that Gu Beichuan has great attainments in poetry and prose!
"If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"
"I am born with talents that will be useful, and I will come back after all the money I have spent!"
"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time."
…
"Five-flowered horse, golden fur."
"My son will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you!"
When Gu Beichuan finished reading, the entire poetry meeting was already silent.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Just when everyone was still recalling the artistic conception of the poem, an old man in green clothes walked out of the darkness and took the lead in applauding.
"What a poem! A first-class poem!"
"The first two sentences are originally a sad and frustrating tone. I thought you were going to write some poems about the sadness of spring and autumn, and the passage of time."
"Who would have thought that the next sentence would immediately change the tone. I advise people to drink wine without stopping."
"Okay, a good person must have all the joy in life to be proud, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon!"
"All the ancient sages are lonely, only the drinkers leave their names."
"This poem should be very romantic and romantic!"
Seeing this person, the four great talents were first surprised, and then they immediately said respectfully: "Mr. Qin."
Even Pang Juanzhi couldn't help but sober up a little and said, "Mr. Qin, why are you here?"
If he is the leader among the younger generation of writers in Huainan, then Mr. Qin is the leader among the entire Huainan literary world.
He is a master of calligraphy and painting, and has reached the pinnacle of poetry. Even if you look at the entire Daqian, he is a first-class literary master!
"The Huainan Poetry Festival is so lively, so I naturally want to join in and see the style of a scholar from Huainan."
"I didn't want to show up, but who would have thought that I would encounter such poetry."
"I thought that I had achieved some success in poetry. Now it seems that I am sitting in a well looking at the sky, blinded by a leaf."
"Juanzhi, who wrote this poem?"
"To be honest with Mr. Qin, this poem was written by Brother Gu Beichuan, the owner of Liuji Liquor Shop!"
"Gu Beichuan?"
"Yes, it's the boy." Gu Beichuan stepped forward and said.
Seeing someone answering, Qin Xiuwen narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Beichuanzai carefully.
After a long while, he exclaimed: "To be able to write such poems at such an age is really a hero coming from a young age! The ancients are sincere and I can't deceive them!"
"May I ask, little brother, who do you study under?"
"I have never had a teacher, so I am self-taught."
Hearing this, Qin Xiuwen, who was already shocked, opened his eyes again and opened and closed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
After a long time, he sighed: "You are self-taught at a young age, and your attainments in poetry are not inferior to mine. It is really shameful!"
What!
After hearing this, everyone who was still angry and unconvinced immediately stopped.
Who is Qin Xiuwen?
The world's best Confucian scholar even founded Bailu Academy in Huainan, which filled the world with students.
Known as Mr. Bailu by the world, he is famous all over the world!
Such a person says that Gu Beichuan's poetic attainments are not inferior to his, so what else is there to say?
Even Lu Huailiang restrained his anxiety and jealousy and did not dare to make any mistakes.
"Hahaha, I knew Brother Beichuan was very talented! Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to make such a beautiful wine!"
Throughout the scene, everyone was silently digesting the shock in their hearts. Only Pang Juanzhi laughed heartily as always.
"Oh? What kind of wine?"
"Look, Mr. Qin, the wine on the table is made by Brother Beichuan. It is the best wine I have ever drunk so far!"
After hearing this, Qin Xiuwen's eyes lit up, and he also picked up the wine glass and took a few sips.
As the wine entered his throat, his expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed: "It's really a good wine!"
"Brother Gu, why don't you come up and have a chat with us."
"Thanks to Mr. Qin for inviting me, this is what I mean!"
He came to the Huainan Poetry Club for only two purposes, one was to fulfill his bet with Zhang Ji, and the other was to promote his own wine.
Meeting Qin Xiuwen was an unexpected surprise.
Soon, as Gu Beichuan took his seat, the poetry meeting continued.
However, the four talented men who were supposed to be influential figures now seemed to be reduced to mere foils.
Whether it was Qin Xiuwen or the other talented people, most of their eyes were focused on Gu Beichuan.
I wanted to test whether this guy was worthy of his name.
But I was soon impressed by his well-spoken words and deeds, and I couldn't help but admire in my heart, this guy has a great talent!
Among the four great talents, Pang Juanzhi was the closest to Gu Beichuan.
Because his poetry tended to be heroic and romantic, he admired Gu Beichuan's "About Wine" the most, and soon made Gu Beichuan his confidant.
Qin Xiuwen was the same way. Instead of putting on airs, he became friends with Gu Beichuan's peers.
This also made Gu Beichuan have a better impression of him. It seemed that he was a truly knowledgeable person, not just some sarcastic scholar.
Only Lu Huailiang, even though he was impressed by Gu Beichuan's talent, still had a cold face and didn't want to deal with him.
