The Ming Dynasty followed the example of the Qin and Han Dynasties, setting up a long pavilion every ten miles and a short pavilion every five miles as a place for travelers to say farewell to relatives and friends traveling far away.
There is only one long pavilion ten miles away, so people from several miles around who are going to the county boy's examination say goodbye here. More and more people gather, and more and more students in blue shirts and long robes carry bags. Uncle Zhu Shouren is good at dancing with his long sleeves, and mingle with many students.
Zhu Pingan doesn’t know anyone, not even the other four people who are his mentor’s guarantors. Of course, this is also related to Zhu Pingan’s age. The youngest of his students are all in their twenties, and you are thirteen years old.
Little brat, the generation gap is at least three, who would know you?
After seeing you for thousands of miles, we must finally say goodbye. The neighbors and family members left one after another. There were only a dozen students in the ten-mile pavilion with a radius of several miles, and there were also a few study boys of wealthy students.
"Brother Wang has been admired for a long time. This time, Brother Wang will definitely be named on the gold list."
"Brother Zhao, I'm glad to meet you. I wish you all the best in advance for being named to the gold list."
"Brother Zhu, I haven't seen you for a long time. After passing the exam, you must have a drink with me and have a good time."
More than a dozen students were complimenting each other. When they heard each other say that they were on the gold list of high school, they were all as excited as if they had drunk a few ounces of wine.
Zhu Ping'an was the only one left, carrying his luggage and being isolated. The corners of his mouth curled up as he watched them compliment each other.
"Hey, who is this little brother?" During the mutual compliments, someone finally spotted Zhu Ping'an. What is a twelve or thirteen year old boy doing standing here? Could it be that someone brought him a book boy, but his clothes didn't look like it.
, couldn’t help but asked curiously.
"Oh, this is my little nephew. There is one missing person among the five old scholars from Shanghe Village, Mr. Sun, who is the guarantee. He came to make up the number and gain experience." Uncle Zhu Shouren said calmly.
"Oh, haha, I have gained a lot of experience, it's very, very good."
When the students heard this, they laughed together and didn't pay much attention to Zhu Pingan. After all, he was just a little kid who made up the numbers, and he was not a prodigy. If he was a prodigy or something, we would all be around.
How could many people in Shuli have never heard of it? So, he must be just a kid trying to make up the numbers, so why should he pay any attention to it.
More than ten students agreed to go to the county town together so that they could keep company on the way. A group of people were chatting and laughing in the Ten Mile Pavilion, and it was very lively. Before leaving, someone suggested that it is better to stay in the Ten Mile Pavilion before leaving.
Each left a poem, which will be a good story in high school.
The crowd was furious, everyone was gearing up and splashing ink.
The poems he wrote were all ordinary, and Zhu Ping'an didn't know who was outstanding anyway. However, every time someone finished writing, someone would make a pretentious comment, causing a round of applause.
It was really boring. Zhu Pingan stood aside and watched with cold eyes.
Uncle Zhu Shouren also held up his sleeves with one hand and splashed some ink on it. His level was not much higher than these people, but his posture was quite good. After he finished writing, some people commented on it, and there was endless applause from all around.
I guess it's because we are on the same page, everyone is at this level, and everyone at this level can appreciate it, so there was a lot of applause.
Everyone left their calligraphy treasures one after another. Listening to the compliments from all around, they couldn't help but feel proud. They had a feeling that I was sure to win the exam today. I was extremely satisfied.
After a while, someone noticed Zhu Ping'an and teased in a joking tone, "Isn't there a child prodigy here? Don't hide it aside and show us your skills."
Then everyone found Zhu Pingan standing in a remote place. Seeing that Zhu Pingan was standing so far away, everyone thought that Zhu Pingan had no idea and couldn't write a poem, so they hid aside in embarrassment. They all laughed and shouted at Zhu Pingan.
Also write one.
People all have this bad taste: If you are unhappy, tell me what makes you unhappy to make me happy.
Everyone believed that Zhu Pingan was innocent and just trying to make up the numbers. However, the more this happened, the more everyone wanted to see Zhu Pingan make a fool of himself.
Therefore, everyone was very enthusiastic, and some even took advantage of his tallness and strength to grab Zhu Ping'an and lift him to the table where pens, inks, paper and inkstones were placed.
There was a circle of students around him who looked like they had been injected with chicken blood.
"I, I can't write poetry."
Everyone was in such high spirits that Zhu Ping'an just wanted to cooperate, with a sheepish smile on his innocent face.
Hearing Zhu Ping'an say that he can't write poems, everyone got even more excited. If he can't write poems, that would be great. A quick one would make us happy.
"My little friend, please don't be modest and write quickly."
The crowd was furious and the hospitality was hard to resist. Zhu Pingan had no choice but to grimace and grab the brush with one hand.
This is the way to hold a brush, it's like holding chopsticks, it's too high, the onlookers whispered, and then chuckled in low voices.
Zhu Ping'an became even more embarrassed amidst the laughter, and hurriedly corrected the posture of holding the brush.
Amid everyone's low-pitched laughter, Zhu Ping'an finished the first sentence.
"Once bitten by a snake"
Everyone saw this and stopped laughing slightly. What is this? Isn't it the common saying about being bitten by a snake? Why did he use it as a poem? Let's see what his next sentence is.
Before everyone could wait too long, Zhu Ping'an added the next sentence.
“Everywhere you hear the singing of birds”
As soon as this sentence came out, many people couldn't help laughing. They were just playing the piano randomly. This kid had never been to school. He couldn't have used everything he knew to deal with it.
Amid everyone's laughter, Zhu Pingan continued to write.
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets ascended into the blue sky."
After finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an looked at his masterpiece and looked like he was waiting for everyone's comments and praise. He seemed to be very satisfied with his random poems.
Once bitten by a snake, you will hear the singing of birds everywhere.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets stretches into the blue sky.
The onlookers looked at Zhu Pingan and Hu Ping's random poems, and then looked at Zhu Pingan's innocent look waiting for everyone's praise, and they couldn't hold it in any longer.
You are here to be funny!
The whole poem sounds like it rhymes, but the first sentence is a five-character ancient poem, and the second sentence has become a cicada. Moreover, except for Changting, the other parts of the poem are from the vernacular that everyone can speak along the ancient road.
It was pieced together by other poets. The line "Being bitten by a snake is a common saying, and the line "I hear the singing of birds everywhere" comes from "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty. The line "A line of egrets ascending to the blue sky" comes from the "Quequatrains" written by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
"It's really insulting to gentlemen..."
"The words don't make sense, but the poems are completely nonsense..."
"Really ignorant and unskilled..."
Everyone almost broke their stomachs with laughter. Whose stupid kid is this? It’s too low-level for us to try it on a boy with such a level. At this level, even if you make up the numbers, you are just messing around. The same is true for Mr. Sun, the scholar.
My eyes are dim, so I sent this guy to make up the numbers. Uncle Zhu Shouren kept silently far away from Zhu Pingan, for fear of being reminded of his relationship with Zhu Pingan.
What made everyone think it was funny was that the silly boy was looking at everyone and laughing along with him.
People are stupid because they don’t realize it
At this moment, everyone's thoughts were with Zhu Ping'an.
Chapter completed!