The so-called photoshoot on the white wall is to paint the wall facing the street of the Zuixianlou for craftsmen to whiten it, and then let the literati write down the poems they think are the best and most proud for people to appreciate, for a period of one month.

A month later, the best-rated poems will always be left on this white wall for the people and tourists to read and admire them, and you can also receive an additional reward of ten taels of silver. Of course, this wall is only two meters long and one meter wide. There are not many poems in Yuyao's scholars, but there are not ten thousand or thousands. The whole topic is definitely not enough. Only excellent works can be written.

If your level is too poor, you will not be embarrassed. If your face is too thick, others will help you to write it. Some people write poems and find that they are too far from others. They secretly shovel the poems without giving instructions.

Even on this huge white wall, there are less than twenty works.

When Yu Jin arrived, there were already crowds of people outside the Zuixian Tower. Many people pointed at the poems on the white wall, and some even competed for which poem on the wall to win red faces, which made the people on the side watch with relish.

You don’t need to buy tickets to watch the show, where can you find such a good thing?

"Ah, Brother Ruode is indeed a talented man. A poem about autumn has been on the wall for almost a month, but it is still standing still. I admire him." Zhao Zishan said with admiration.

Ruode is the word Yu Fang, taken from "The best and good are like water to carry virtue". Yu Fang saw his poem still on the white wall from afar, but when he heard Zhao Zishan's words, he pretended to find his poem and said with a modest look: "Muscle, clumsy work, makes you laugh. This is a throwing brick and jade. I guess many colleagues have not taken it out yet."

"Brother Ruode is really an over-reward"

"That's right, no one knows Brother Ruode's reputation in Yuyao. This provincial examination will definitely be the first to win the national examination. By then, I, Yuyao, will become famous again."

"I see that no one on this wall is right, no surprise. This time it was Ruode's poem and the person left his name, hahaha."

Yu Fang is a disciple of the big brother, and he is generous. As soon as he appears, many people come forward to greet and praise him. Everyone surrounds him, while Yu Jin next to him is filtered by everyone without mercy.

Not only did he ignore it, no one stood within three feet, like a plague god, and no one wanted to approach him, for fear that the defendant would drag down his reputation.

Yu Jin wiped his nose with his hand and could only pretend that he didn't care.

Looking up, it's not bad. Yuyao has a strong academic style and many talents. The poems he wrote are of good quality and the subject matter is not fixed. There are humanities, famous places, chanting the wind and the moon, etc. Unfortunately, there are no particularly amazing masterpieces.

Think about it, it’s true that there are 5,000 years, and there are countless scholars, but there are not many famous works left behind. When were the best sentences that have been passed down through the ages so easily obtained? Following the direction pointed by everyone, it is easy to find the poem written by Yu Fang: "Autumn Fu"

The moonlight drives the sky under the autumn sky, and the swallows talk to the nest early in the morning between the beams.

The ancient moss is clotted with purple sticks on the Yao steps, and the dew hibiscus cries red and falls into the river grass.

The Yue Gu is lying on the long road, and the west wind is about to lift the south mountain.

The pink Eye is so angry that she is so angry that she is so angry that she is old.

It looks pretty good. Although it is a bit tough, it is quite generous and has artistic conception. It is much better than those who say "Accusing a beautiful woman after the moon", "The bright moon shines on the nine states forever", and "a group of ducks in the river". It seems that this Yu Fang, who came from a famous family, is still talented.

At this time, a guy dressed up with a gong came out, tapped it lightly, and then said loudly: "The boss said that, and it will be a quarter of an hour to start the evaluation. If you have any masterpieces, don't hide them anymore, please."

The talented men were shocked when they heard this. The one-month-long photo taken by Baibi finally reached the stage of collecting the palace. It was time to end so that they would not have to bother to peck at this matter all day long. Those who did not dare to leave a poem breathed a sigh of relief. Even if they had the opportunity to compete, they also looked forward to a winner as soon as possible.

"Brother Li, what other masterpiece is there? Please."

"Shame, Li is a little unfamiliar with knowledge. Brother Zhang, you should ask me."

"Brother Zhao, please"

The scholar surnamed Zhao shook his head and said, "I was ashamed. I originally wrote a clumsy work, but compared with Brother Ruode, I immediately fell into a bad position, so it's not embarrassing."

Zhao Zishan echoed: "In terms of momentum and artistic conception, Brother Ruode's poems are slightly better among so many poems. This event will definitely be the winner of Brother Ruode."

"Yes, yes, Li thinks so too."

"That is, if you get my brother's autumn poem, there is no word for autumn in the whole head, but every sentence has a strong sense of autumn, and the artistic conception is profound. I admire you, admire you."

The scholar named Zhang walked up, picked up a small shovel and shoveled his poem, and said while shoveling, "Ruode, Gao Cai, Zhang's mischief, will not be offering ugly things here."

Everyone was praising Yu Fang with every word, but Yu Jin didn't say anything, but he felt a little disdainful: So many people praised Yu Fang not because he was talented, but because of the Yu family's status in Yuyao, and one of Yu Fang's uncles was the teaching teacher of the county school, and Yu Fang was generous, so everyone praised him.

"Haha, brothers, you guys," Yu Fang bowed to everyone and said, "This poem Yu is a clumsy, but I just want to throw bricks and attract jade. I believe there must be a masterpiece hidden behind it."

Yu Fang said while winking at Zhao Zishan next to him.

He is really worthy of being Yu Fang's loyal follower. Zhao Zishan understood Yu Fang's meaning with a wink, and immediately said loudly: "Everyone, I heard Brother Yu Jin say that he has a masterpiece, so why don't we ask him to write it for us to appreciate it. Everyone said okay?"

"Okay, Brother Yu Jin, let me see your peerless life."

"That's right, there is something good that cannot be hidden."

"Brother Yu Jin, please."

If Yu Jin had two points of talent a few years ago, but if he didn't advance, he would retreat. People present know what kind of guy Yu Jin has become recently. Now he is just deliberately making fun of him. This is a stinking disease that literati are slutty, and it also has the bad roots of gloating among Chinese people.

"No, no, there is no masterpiece. Brother Zhao is just kidding." Yu Jin quickly refused.

"Look, this is no longer a favor." Yu Fang spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Hehe, it is said that Brother Yu is known as the small whirlwind of Yuyao, but it is just a small whirlwind on the bed. It's not that he puts all his strength on a woman's belly and can't even write a poem? Hahaha, you are boasting that you are the most talented man in Yuyao for a long time." Zhao Zishan sang sarcastically.

When everyone heard this, many people laughed loudly, which was ridicule.

Yu Jin had long wanted to become famous and use fame to regain his reputation. When he heard this Baibi photo shoot, he thought about it. Besides, there was still money to make a fortune. Before he came, he knew that Yu Fang wanted to make a fool of himself. He just deliberately showed weakness and led Yu Fang to take the bait.

"Who... said I can't write poetry, but I'm afraid that my poem will steal your limelight as soon as it is released and make some people happy." Yu Jin denied immediately.

He was still stubborn, Yu Jin's harsh and cowardly look. Yu Fang wanted to laugh: he was so panicked when he spoke, obviously without confidence, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, but he pretended to be a little angry and said, "Yu Jin, you said so badly, okay, let's give you a lottery to add some atmosphere to this event."

"What's the lottery?"

"The loser climbs from the streets of Lanshi Street to the end of the street. If you are a man, come to fight. If you don't have the courage, you are shameless and cheating on the world. You'd better go home and take a shower and go to bed." Yu Fang said seriously.

He is a real man and a robber of the world and a robbery of fame. If you don’t succeed, you will be agitated. This Yu Fang is really dirty. He doesn’t feel comfortable not to humiliate him every time he meets him.

The fish took the bait, and Yu Jin showed a faint smile on his lips: OK, if you want to die, can I still stop him?

I'll give you another trip.

"Okay, I'll agree." Yu Jin suddenly said to Yu Jin: "A gentleman's word is as good as a horse."

Yu Jin suddenly became confident, which scared Yu Fang, but when he saw Yu Jin's disdainful gaze, he was immediately angry and immediately said loudly: "Okay, a gentleman's word is as good as he can."

All Yuyao knows what kind of guy Yu Jin is. This guy is so poor that he has a good job. If he had any masterpieces, he would have written them to make a fuss. After all, he has a bonus of ten taels of silver, which is extremely tempting for poor disciples. Even if he is eager to write a good poem, the person who commented on these poems was the county school teacher. For the sake of being his teacher uncle, who wouldn't give him some face?

I was afraid that he would do something, so I took this opportunity to humiliate him severely. It would be best to crush his confidence, so that I could repay the hatred that had been suppressed by myself for more than ten years.
Chapter completed!