Mingfu is generally the name given to the county magistrate, but in the drinking order, the most prestigious person is required to be the supervisor and responsible for supervising the entire drinking activity. Everyone will respectfully call him "Mingfu".

There are two people in the Ming Dynasty, one is called "Lü Lu Shi", also known as "Xi Jiu", and the other is called "Gang Lu Shi", also known as "Jiu Jiu". They are mainly responsible for following Xi Jiu's instructions.

Running errands and getting drunk as a penalty.

Su Da had big ears, a round waist, and a simple and honest appearance, so he was unanimously agreed to be the wine guide.

Pan Juren was the eldest, so he naturally became the Ming Dynasty’s official in charge of this drinking ceremony.

After confirming the arrangement, Madam Zheng covered her mouth and smiled, her brows moving with a certain aura.

"The drinking order is as big as the military order. No matter whether you are high or low, I am the master. If you disobey me, you will be punished."

Wei Mingyuan, Wei Xiucai smiled and said: "It must be so, tell me quickly."

Mrs. Zheng said: "When I raise this little flag, everyone will drink a glass of wine first, and then drink the qushui. Whoever the wine glass stops at will answer the question. If someone answers wrongly, Mr. Mingfu will throw the bamboo chip over.

Those who answer incorrectly will be punished with three cups of wine."

Madam Zheng explained the rules clearly, and the drinking ceremony officially began.

The first round is considered a warm-up, and it does not count as a meandering drink. Instead, starting with Pan Juren, they take turns saying, "Lao Luan has a good mind, Lao Luan has a good mind." If anyone has a slurred speech, misspells words, or forgets words, they all need to drink a glass of wine.

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The first eight people all passed smoothly, but when they got to the ninth place, maybe they were nervous or their speech was dull, so they just said two sentences in a row, "Lao Luan, Lao Luan", which made everyone laugh.

Mrs. Zheng explained: "In the past, when He Ruobi teased the eldest minister, Sun Luan, he made this order because he was old and stuttered and had no hair."

Su Dal'er didn't care what the allusion was, he happily carried the wine bottle to the man's side, filled it up and nudged him to drink as a penalty.

The meandering water table was filled with joyful air.

The next few people made no mistakes. Wen Yu and Jiang Zhuqing were the last two, and they naturally passed smoothly.

After one round of warm-up, Mrs. Zheng stood up and said: "For the second round, our rule is 'Two words for one thing'. Each person says one thing and then two sentences. The two sentences must have the same sound but opposite meanings.

Those who fail will have to drink a glass of wine as a penalty."

After Mrs. Zheng finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought. The wine glass continued down the stream, swaying, and finally stopped in front of Su Dayer.

"Hmm..." Su Dal'er scratched his head, thinking hard.

"You must pick up your glass and answer immediately. You must not delay intentionally."

After hearing this, Su Da'er picked up the wine glass and opened his mouth but couldn't think of anything.

Wen Yu raised her sleeves and covered her mouth as if coughing lightly: "The candle blows in the wind, half of it flows away, and half of it stays."

The voice was so low that only Su Da'er could hear it. His eyes lit up and he immediately said loudly: "The candle in the wind will flow half way and leave the other half!"

The answer was successful. Su Da'er proudly put the wine glass back into the running water. Everyone's eyes followed the wine glass. At this time, Su Da'er came to Wen Yu's side and said gratefully: "Thank you, little brother Wen. From now on, you will be mine, Su Zhao's."

We are brothers!"

"Hey, if it's my turn again later, can Little Brother Wen compose another song for me? Don't worry, I'll cover all your expenses here today. Just leave your address and I'll give you a few more gifts."

Wen Yu said with a warm expression on his face: "Brother Su is a kind-hearted person and full of knowledge. Even if he doesn't have any younger brothers, he will definitely be able to write a wonderful sentence."

Wen Yu's words were very helpful to Su Zhao. He thought he was a talented poet, and when he heard others praising his talent, he thought he was his brother.

"Don't worry," Su Zhao patted Wen Yu on the shoulder, "My elder brother is in Chang'an City these two days, waiting for me to introduce you to him tomorrow."

Wen Yu heard this and thought, Su Zhao's eldest brother? Mr. Su, the owner of Su's Grain Store?

Someone in the family served under King Ning.

Wen Yu confirmed Su Zhao's identity: "My younger brother is not very talented and has little knowledge. He is not worthy of meeting Master Su."

Su Zhao shook his head and said seriously: "You can't say that. You are my brother, Su Zhao. Why are you not worthy of seeing me? Besides, the eldest brother is not in office. He only thinks about the account books all day long. We need to instill in him the benefits of poetry and articles."

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Wen Yu nodded, but before he could say anything, the next selected talent appeared. He thought for a moment, took the wine glass and said: "I pick up pearls in my dream. I pick up one and lose one."

"Okay!" Su Zhao's mind was drawn and he cheered.

After three rounds of drinking like this, Mrs. Zheng changed the rules again: "The rules for the third round are written orders. Each is divided and combined with two characters, coordinated with rhyme, and ended with a line of poetry. I will make a sample first."

"The word "Hong" means "three cars", and the word "Yudou" means "car". The word "car" means "car", and the stone path of "Hanshan Mountain" is slanted in the distance.

"Mrs. Zheng's talent and learning really live up to her reputation." A scribe sighed.

"Mr. Wen is overly complimentary."

Seeing that Su Zhaoxin was outspoken and not pretending, Wen Yu wanted to find out more information from him, but she was unlucky, and she was the first one in this round.

Taking advantage of the time to pick up the wine glass, Wen Yu quickly went through the rules and replied: "Three syllables for tasting, the syllables Shui and You become wine. Every utterance, I urge you to drink another glass of wine."

"Okay!" Su Zhao was still very supportive and looked at Wen Yu with even more admiration.

I, Su Zhao, like people with literary talents!

The teacher often said that if you enter a house of orchids, you will not smell its fragrance for a long time; if you enter a house of abalone, you will not smell its stink for a long time. If you get along with people who can write poems, you will be able to write admirable poems in the future.

The wine-making atmosphere at the banquet was lively. As the difficulty increased, Su Zhao also became busy, pouring wine everywhere.

The person on the left was not there, so Wen Yu had to chat with Jiang Zhuqing on the right.

"How old is Brother Jiang?"

If the conversation works, Wen Yu is still interested in trying to recruit people into his team. After arriving in Yongzhou, there will be a shortage of all kinds of talents, especially women who can read and write and have self-awareness.

"The crowning year."

Jiang Zhuqing was also curious about the young man next to him who, although he looked ordinary, was quick-thinking and could get along well with the Su family.

If we can get along well with each other, we can ask Zhuo Fang to lobby in person to join their camp after we return.

Jiang Zhuqing thought so.

She went out today with a mission. They heard that Chang'an was one of the gathering places for geniuses and they hoped to come here to find some like-minded friends.

Today, things are going to change. Princes, generals, ministers, would you rather be kind?

The two tried to chat with their own plans, but found that the more they chatted, the more they became more and more congenial, and they had common opinions in many aspects.

Especially in terms of people's livelihood and national policies, both of them agree with the concept that "the people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least important." This is not the current mainstream view.

Wen Yu/Jiang Zhuqing: I must bring her into my camp.

Both parties are interested in each other, and the chat between the two parties is more enjoyable.

Several rounds of the drinking ceremony had passed, and everyone was already enjoying themselves. Madam Zheng knew it was over when she saw this, so she smiled and said: "For this last round of drinking ceremony, how about writing poems within a time limit? Everyone is not limited to themes and rhymes.

, as long as you can perform well during the cup of tea, it will be considered a success."

The scribes didn't agree. They were all gearing up to show off their talents.

Su Zhao felt bitter in his heart, but he couldn't say it. He racked his brains and held it in for a long time. Every time the wine glass passed by him, he prayed not to stop, but his good luck ran out after a few rounds.

The wine glass stopped in front of him.

That being the case, fine then.

Su Zhao spoke softly and looked confident, but everyone who listened to his poem began to blush and tried hard to suppress laughter.

""Song of Snow"

The country is an abstraction, but there are dark holes in the well.
Chapter completed!