Although Gu Beichuan did not come to the Jiangnan Poetry Conference, the poem "Huainan Snow·Gift to Renyi" through Zhen Renyi's words has become completely popular.
In contrast, Shuixi is right on site.
However, his small belly and jealous appearance can only arouse people's disgust.
In this way, the two people compared each other and instantly made a judgment.
"Huainan Shijun is truly a great talent!"
"Alas, I don't know which string of Shuixi is wrong, so I have to compete with Huainan Shijun."
"Speaking of which, the Huainan poet is also named Gu. If we really compare him, he is also compared to Gu Xingwen. What does it have to do with Shuixi?"
When Zhen Renyi heard this, he frowned again. In his heart, his mentor is a pioneer with lofty ideas about science and technology.
Gu Xingwen is just a child with a yellow mouth, how can he be compared with his mentor?
So he couldn't help but say: "Everyone, my teacher's talent is obvious to all."
"If he really wants this fame, he can easily get it."
"It's just that my mentor has an indifferent temperament and has other aspirations. He never sticks to fame."
"Please don't compare him with Gu Xingwen anymore. If we really do, we are the disciples of our mentor. We can compete with him in the examination hall next spring."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
You know, who is Gu Xingwen!
The youngest Juren in Daqian.
And you, Zhen Renyi, have failed the exam twice in a row. If you include this time, it will be the third time.
Where do you get the confidence to compete with others?
However, Zhen Renyi had just attacked Shui Xi, and they did not refute his face. They just responded and said: "Huainan Gu Shijun, although he is not old, he is a person who has taught and educated people, so he should be regarded as an elder. , it is indeed inappropriate to compare with Xingwen."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Everyone was talking about it, but on the high platform, Mr. Wu Liu suddenly spoke and said: "Benevolence and righteousness, Chu Ge. Your mentor is very talented, and his attainments in poetry are really superb."
"I want to hold another poetry meeting to discuss the beauty of poetry with them."
"What do you think?"
boom.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in commotion again.
Mr. Wu Liu has a transcendent status in Jiangnan literary circles.
On weekdays, unless it is an important occasion, even they are difficult to see.
But now, he actually took the initiative to hold a poetry meeting and invited Huainan Gu Shijun to meet him.
This...this is already treating Gu Shijun as an equal!
How rare!
But even so, Zhen Renyi and Chen Chuge were hesitant.
Mr. Wu Liu is a well-deserved great scholar in the literary world. He personally lowered his dignity and invited me, so he should agree.
But their teacher seemed a little less obsessed with literature, yet he was able to write so many excellent poems.
So at this moment, it’s not that they agree, it’s not that they don’t.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally said, "I am very honored to be invited by Mr. Wuliu."
"It's just that we, as disciples, cannot make decisions for our mentor, so we can only pass on your teacher's invitation."
"What do you think?"
"Hahaha, it should be so." When Mr. Wu Liu saw this, he was not angry, but responded with a hearty laugh.
In this way, the Jiangnan Poetry Festival ended.
And the name of Huainan Poet has spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River!
Later, in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the Jianghuai and Jianghuai counties passed a new year.
Every household has hung up red lanterns and posted red couplets.
It seems that I hope to use this festive and fiery red to dilute the coldness of winter.
Gu Beichuan was not living in Nanshan at this time.
Instead, he returned to his house in Huainan. Apart from Uncle Fu, there were only some servants at home.
There were more than ten people scattered around the round wooden table, forming a large circle.
In the middle of the round wooden table is a steaming hot pot.
On the edge are wooden shelves holding various ingredients.
"Don't be stunned, let's start eating."
Gu Beichuan spoke, but the servants still hesitated and did not dare to move their chopsticks.
Daqian has a strict hierarchy, and it is really taboo for slaves to serve food at the table.
So, they don't dare.
Seeing this, Gu Beichuan frowned and said, "Desolate and deserted, this new year is really not like a new year."
"If you don't move the chopsticks, are you trying to make me angry?"
As soon as these words came out, the slaves trembled all over, and then they moved their chopsticks and said they didn't dare.
Uncle Fu sat next to Gu Beichuan. Although he was old, after practicing the method of recuperation and rejuvenation given by Li Dongbi, he did not feel senile, but rather energetic.
"Uncle Fu, I'm afraid it's been more than a few months since you followed me to Huainan."
"Thank you for your hard work these days."
After saying this, Gu Beichuan picked up a glass of warm wine and offered it to Uncle Fu.
When Uncle Fu saw this scene, he stood up in shock and said: "The young master has a body of gold and toasts the old slave, how can I do it, how can I do it!"
"Don't say such things. You have watched me grow up. Who in the Gu family has ever seriously treated you as a slave?"
"If you want it, I will abolish your slave status and give you enough money to buy a house in Huainan and live your life from now on."
Gu Beichuan thought that Uncle Fu would be happy when he said these words.
After all, who wants to remain a slave?
But who would have thought that not only did Uncle Fu not feel any joy, he actually looked a little frightened!
Dang Ji knelt down and said in fear: "Young Master, could it be that these days, I have not done well enough, and you want to drive me away?"
When Gu Beichuan heard this, he was also stunned and said: "Wei Zeng, I just think that you have reached the age of taking care of your life, so it is better to settle down early and have a good rest."
"Master, please don't say such things. I swore on my lady's grave that I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
"If the young master doesn't want me, I will never live and follow the young lady."
"You...are serious, that's all. Then you can follow me. But in the past, you don't have to do some heavy work yourself, just leave it to the people below."
"Thank you, Master, for your consideration."
"Master, I heard that the New Year is approaching and I miss you very much. I wrote a letter home and it just arrived yesterday. How about I go get it for you."
"Go ahead."
After a while, Gu Beichuan looked at Gu Jun's handwriting on the rice paper and fell silent for a while.
"My son personally declares:
Spring is coming next year, and your second brother Xingwen is very talented. According to the academy's teachings, he is very likely to win three yuan in a row, making him the first assistant!
You have had enough fun outside, and my health is getting worse day by day. I will come back early, inherit the family business, and become Xingwen's right-hand man.
Don’t read it. "
In this letter, apart from the sentence "Don't read it", are there any other words of concern? Is this really written by a father to his son?
Moreover, in the spring of next year, the bet between him and the merchants is about to be fulfilled. It is a critical period for Feihong to take off. It is impossible to go back at this time!
"Uncle Fu, write a letter for me to reply to father. I'll go out for a walk."
"Master, you haven't eaten yet."
"Eat when you come back."
"..."
