As evening approached the next day, Fang Yingwu did not return to his small shabby house to eat vegetable dumplings. Instead, he followed Ambassador Guang Youku to the courtyard of the administrative hall of the Chief Branch, where it is said that today's reward dinner was held.
In front of the lobby of the steward's hall, this small courtyard, which usually doesn't have many people, was already packed with about twenty people.
There must be more than twenty people in the several warehouses under the Chief Branch. But the only people attending tonight's banquet were the ambassadors from each warehouse and some officials.
These are all literate people. Compared with Kudin Cangding, they are certainly considered educated people with status, so they must be distinguished.
After Fang Yingwu entered the courtyard, he looked around and was speechless.
There are no tables, no soft wooden chairs, just a shabby mat for each person, and then a few people sit on the floor in groups.
Several earthenware pots were placed among the crowd. In the pots were wild vegetables mixed with unknown ingredients. In addition, there was a bowl for each person, which could be used to hold wine.
Is this the legendary banquet? Fang Yingwu knew that Yulin City was a newly built military town, many places were not yet perfect, and the conditions were very difficult, but the difficulty still surprised him.
There were not even the most basic tables, chairs, and rooms. A group of people gathered around the yard and sat on the ground in the open air. Fang Yingwu had never attended such a high-end banquet.
He understood immediately. There were many people in Yulin City but little land. Not only were the streets narrow, but the houses were also small, so it was not easy to find a place for activities.
Although there is definitely a formal place in the city that can accommodate dozens of people for a banquet, it is definitely not something that a group of warehouse clerks can hope for, not to mention that the Chief Executive Branch is only a second-rate yamen with little influence in the military town of Yulin.
Of course, it was not without its highlights. In the corner of the yard, several people lit a bonfire and roasted lamb.
The aroma of meat wafted far away and penetrated into Fang Yingwu's nose. His index finger immediately moved, and his saliva flowed out uncontrollably.
He had never tasted roast mutton since he time traveled. He didn't expect to encounter it when he was sent to the frontier fortress. If he could eat such delicious food tonight, it would be a worthwhile trip.
Ambassador Sun saw Fang Yingwu constantly looking towards the corner, and thought to himself, since this little brother Fang arrived in Guangyouku, he seems not to care about anything and does not want to eat the fireworks of the world. It turns out that he also has desires.
There was no host, no opening remarks, and the "dinner" started in a noisy atmosphere. The group drank three bowls of wine, pulled a few mouthfuls of wild vegetables, joked with each other for a while, and then began to divide the meat.
Fang Yingwu sat with Ambassador Sun and two officials from the library, and was also given a small piece of mutton. Although the portion was not large, it was extremely tempting - you know, Fang Yingwu had already eaten it for a month.
Too bad.
Smelling the refreshing aroma and looking at the sizzling brown meat, Fang Yingwu, who had been depressed for a long time, suddenly felt that he was resurrected and was so moved that he wanted to cry.
He remembered the classic lines of the classic protagonist in a certain classic movie - I want to eat meat! Now that he recited this line that he had laughed at countless times, Fang Yingwu found that he could understand the mood of the protagonist.
After eating three times five times two, Fang Yingwu felt disappointed and still had more to say. In his previous life, there was always enough to eat barbecue at night, but here we have to limit the supply.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly an old official walked out of the crowd. He stood on the steps of the main hall and shouted loudly to the crowd: "The branch office has rewarded two sheep. There are more people and less meat. If they all share it,
Brothers eat, no matter how much you eat, you can’t get enough!
In my opinion, here are all literate people, not big-headed soldiers outside. Therefore, we act according to the rules of literati. Everyone compares poems and let me judge! Which family does well will share the sheep.
Which warehouse!”
Fang Yingwu woke up from the aftertaste of the mutton and looked up. He felt that this old official was really arty. How could the current chaotic scene be anything like elegance?
He couldn't help but ask Ambassador Sun in a low voice: "Who is this person?"
Ambassador Sun introduced: "This is an old man surnamed Zhou in the branch office. He has dealt with our warehouse a lot and he is fairly fair.
This is an old practice invented by him that competes with poetry over mutton. We, Guangyouku, have not won for five consecutive years. You said yesterday that you could write poetry, but you have to work hard. This year, it’s up to you!"
Fang Yingwu suddenly realized that no wonder Ambassador Sun suddenly asked him if he knew poetry yesterday. It turned out to be for today's program.
Thinking of this, he chuckled disdainfully. If you want to compare poetry, don't mention it here, it's Jiangnan, so what about the capital?
Immediately I heard someone ask again: "Brother Zhou! I don't know what the question is?"
The old official surnamed Zhou announced the title, "It is located in a frontier fortress, so we chose the border fortress as the title!"
The temptation of a sheep is great. After hearing the title, the yard suddenly became quiet, and everyone was scratching their heads and scratching their heads, thinking hard.
Fang Yingwu did not rush to answer, but slowly drank the wine from the bowl with the idea of preempting the situation.
After a while, someone from the east side of the crowd shouted, "Yes, yes, I'll show off my shame first!" Then he chanted loudly: "Autumn is uncomfortable, it's too early and cold in the border town. I wear winter clothes in August, and the quilt freezes me.
!”
"What a poem!" Someone cheered immediately.
Fang Yingwu choked on his drink and coughed violently. Is this considered a good poem?
He has participated in many gatherings, large and small, and has heard many poems for fun, but he has never heard of poems of this caliber.
While Fang Yingwu was in astonishment, someone else shouted: "I have one too, please listen to me! Weeds grow everywhere in the frontier fortress, and the desert in the north is full of yellow. It has only been five years since Yulin was established as a city, and it is really vicissitudes of life in the wind and sun!"
There was another round of applause, even more enthusiastic than the previous applause. Even if it was two intersections away, it must have been heard. Because this is Qijue, which has more words than Wujue, it is certainly more worthy of applause.
While Fang Yingwu was dumbfounded, excellent poems appeared one after another, and seven or eight people in a row composed poems on the spot.
The competition for the mutton has entered a white-hot stage, and the atmosphere in the yard has become even more heated. The cheers are getting louder and louder.
Fang Yingsheng savored one "good poem" after another, and felt more and more that tonight's trip was worthwhile. He had a deeper, more intuitive and more rational understanding of the humanistic environment of Bian Town. If he took action, he would be too bullying.
Got it
After that, there were no new poems. The noise in the courtyard gradually subsided. The old man named Zhou asked loudly: "Is there any more? Is there any more? If there are only so many, I will choose the best among them!"
Ambassador Sun was so anxious that he was sweating. He stood up and shouted: "Wait a minute! Our Guangyouku has not published any poems yet!"
Zhou Laoli, who was very familiar with the situation, asked, "Didn't someone in your library die of illness? Is there anyone else who knows poetry?"
Ambassador Sun quickly pulled Fang Yingwu up, "We have a new member in our library! He was just assigned last month."
The newcomer being used as a secret weapon? Everyone looked at Fang Yingwu.
In order to enjoy the fragrant mutton, Fang Yingwu also stood up and smiled confidently, "I have composed a poem of seven rhymes, and I am willing to enjoy it with you all."
It turned out to be a legendary rhythmic poem! Everyone in the courtyard was in an uproar. They racked their brains and could only make up four lines of quatrains. But it is extremely difficult to make a rhythmic poem, especially seven lines with fifty-six characters!
Even with the format of rhythmic poetry, he can become a winner. Could it be that this person is really the dark horse tonight? What kind of good luck did Guang Youku have? How could he receive such a high-end talent?
People with more foresight have already thought that if Guangyouku uses this person every time in the future, how can other warehouses have a chance to win?
Fang Yingwu stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head to look at the moon, and chanted slowly and rhythmically: "The frost in Yuguan is the beginning of giving clothes, and the desert is flat and sandy. I meet the couple of Hongjian several times when I go to the palace, and when I look home, I still block the geese from writing." Qu
The flavor of raw food is close to that of glutinous rice, and the guests are sleeping in sleepy pillows. I chant Taoist poems like yellow chrysanthemums, and when I am tired of wandering, I end up loving my house."
As soon as this poem came out, there was silence all around, and no one applauded.
Fang Yingwu was used to being praised and surprised by the stars after he wrote poems. At this time, he really felt that he had not received the treatment he deserved.
What kind of taste is this? He couldn't help but murmur, and asked tonight's referee Zhou, an old official: "What do you think, sir?"
Old official Zhou stared at Fang Yingwu closely for a long time without saying anything, leaving Fang Yingwu confused as to what he was going to do.
Suddenly, the old official Zhou opened his mouth, pointed at Fang Yingwu from a distance like a halberd, and said: "Boy! Don't think that I am old and confused. Did you copy this poem?"
Hearing this, Fang Yingwu felt as if he was struck by thunder, and his face couldn't help but look horrified! Fortunately, it was already dark, so others couldn't see Fang Yingwu's horrified expression clearly.
How could Fang Yingwu not be horrified? Since time travel, although he had plagiarized many poems from later generations for his own use, it was impossible for anyone to see through it.
But I never expected that an old official from this city would be able to point out the truth about his plagiarism with just his mouth! Could it be that there is a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger here, and he encountered a person like the sweeping monk?
Mr. Zhou didn't wait for Fang to answer the question and asked again: "Are you still not convinced? Although I don't understand what you mean, I know that in just a few moments, you improvised a seven-part proposition.
How difficult is rhythmic poetry!
This is about the same as writing a chapter into a poem in seven steps. Anyone with this ability is at least a scholar, or a scholar from a place like Jiangnan! How can he hang out in a warehouse? Everyone here is a warehouse worker. How many pounds do people like us weigh?
No one knows how many liang we have, so how can you be better than us?
If you had the ability to speak seven laws, or seven laws that none of us can understand, you would have gone to seek fame a long time ago. As for violating the law and discipline and being sent to the frontier fortress? As for being unable to enter the guard station, the general military headquarters, and the governor's office?
Are you hanging out with us in the warehouse?"
Old Li Zhou's logic was very good and powerful, seemingly impeccable. Fang Yingwu didn't know how to refute it for a while, unless he gave up the idea of keeping a low profile and waiting for the opportunity and revealed his origins.
Finally, Mr. Zhou waved his hand and said, "Whether you admit plagiarism or not, this poem does not count! It is impossible for you Guang Youku to lead away the sheep with this poem!"
There were bursts of cheers from below, and someone shouted, "Brother Zhou is wise!"
Fang Yingwu's eyes were so angry that they almost popped out of his head. He finally saw that, firstly, others were of low skill and could not understand. If they did not understand, they could not tell the difference between good and bad, and could not tell the difference between high and low. Secondly, they did not believe that he had this ability.
!
If he can't even get first place, where will his face be when his identity is exposed and the matter is spread?
Thinking of this, Fang Yingwu said angrily: "Since the previous one doesn't count, there is another one below, let's take it out for comparison!"
Ambassador Sun also shouted: "Brother Zhou can't beat someone to death with a stick!"
Mr. Zhou responded and said, "I'll give you another chance."
Fang Yingwu thought for a while, pinched his nose to hold back the feeling of vomiting, and composed a crooked poem that said satirically: "I can't ride my horse in Yulin, so I have to work hard to guard the Great Wall. We literati are really sad, seeing soldiers everywhere!"
However, the old official Zhou was stunned. After a long time, he sighed: "We, the literati, are really sad. All we can see are soldiers. This sentence deeply touched the hearts of us people. It described the pain of me guarding the border for twenty years. It can be said that the scene blended together."
, should be the best tonight!"
Is this okay? Fang Yingwu was surprised. Old official Zhou was quite good at taking over.
The mutton is here! Ambassador Sun, who had failed for five consecutive years, shed tears of excitement. Fang Yingwu is indeed a high-level talent that only takes ten years to produce!
It is said that these four crooked poems were included in the "Collected Works of Fang Chun'an" a hundred years later, and became a strange thing that puzzled researchers - what was the mentality of the talented scholar Fang to write such an almost spontaneous poem?
Dirty bad poem? (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
