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Chapter 20: Meeting Friends with Poems

According to his assumptions, after giving "benefits" to so many people, his admiration value should have increased to tens of thousands, but now, it has only increased to 11,000 points, and the total is less than 20,000.

There is still a huge gap between the target of 100,000.

He went to the room of the widower Lao He and the groom Lao Deng.

These are the last two people living in the backyard of the county government office.

With their status, they usually don't have much to do. During the day, they usually stay in their rooms.

When Lu Fang brought food to their door, both Wuzuo Lao He and the groom Lao Deng were surprised as expected, but they did not express their gratitude in a panic like Mei'er and Aunt Zhang did.

And until Lu Fang returned to his room, he didn't receive any admiration points from the two guys.

In this way, Lu Fang's mentality exploded.

Are all these things given to me for nothing? Has it become a loss-making business?

Lu Fang gritted his teeth.

After being in a daze in the room for a long time, I went to Ning'er and knocked on the door of Fu'er's room.

As soon as Ning'er opened the door, he said, "Let's go out with the young master."

Ning'er was stunned and said, "What is the young master doing out of the house?"

In the past, Lu Fang would not take the two of them with him when he went out.

Lu Fang said: "Go out and meet the scholars in Ningyuan County and see how talented they are."

Fu'er and Ning'er both looked puzzled, wondering what Lu Fang was thinking.

Why did this scholar from Ningyuan County offend the young master?

However, they still followed Lu Fang out of the house honestly.

When they arrived at the government office, Lu Fang took them straight to the bank.

In the bank, I first exchanged my silver notes for two hundred taels of silver ingots. There were five taels of silver ingots, totaling forty ingots.

Then, with even more puzzled looks in Ning'er's and Fu'er's eyes, they led them to find a down-and-out scholar who set up a stall on the street to write for them two large characters.

There are only two words in the painting - Shi Lei.

The other one is astonishingly domineering. I use my poems to make friends. If I can beat me, I will present it with five taels of silver.

After the scholar finished writing, Lu Fang asked Fu'er to hold the words and threw a tael of silver to the scholar, "No need to look for it."

However, this did not gain the scholar's admiration.

Probably in the eyes of scholars, Lu Fang was simply considered "a fool with too much money".

After all, for someone like him who sells calligraphy at a stall, he can only get a dozen copper coins to polish his pen if he writes letters eloquently.

In the past, I don’t know how many people in Ningyuan County the unlucky guy left such an impression on.

He couldn't help but was about to make a move, "Mr. Lu, are you planning to make friends with your poems?"

Lu Fang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you interested?"

The scholar blushed slightly and said, "I am also writing two clumsy verses at home. I hope you will give me some advice."

Lu Fang said: "Okay, I'll be dancing at the crossroads later, you can come. As long as your poems are good, don't worry that I don't have enough money."

After saying that, the two girls, Ning'er and Fu'er, walked towards the only intersection in Ningyuan County.

That is the intersection of two streets in Ningyuan County, and it is also the most lively place in Ningyuan County.

The scholar thought for a while, but couldn't resist Jin Qian's temptation. He closed the stall and followed Lu Fang and the others step by step.

Arrived at the place.

Lu Fang directly asked Ning'er, and Fu'er spread out the words, and then shouted: "Don't miss it if you are passing by! Dear fellow villagers and scholars in Ningyuan County, today the Japanese young master is here to perform poems to meet friends. There is no limit.

I will compose a poem on the spot based on the subject matter. Anyone who can beat me in verse will be given five taels of silver on the spot. Children and old men are not deceived."

"Don't miss it if you're passing by..."

Anyway, the unlucky guy was already a celebrity in Ningyuan County before, so Lu Fang didn't care about his reputation anymore.

Even if you do more ridiculous things, is there still room for your reputation to decline?

Obtaining the adoration value is the real last word.

His shouts instantly drowned out the cries of many vendors on the street. Especially the words "five taels of silver" made countless people turn their heads and look over.

Then everyone, whether they knew Lu Fang or not, gradually gathered around.

Although the unlucky guy had done a lot of ridiculous things in the past, teasing young ladies from good families in the street, in Ningyuan County it was not like he would get mad at his appearance.

After all, he has never done anything bad like murder or arson.

Most of these people are vendors or ordinary people. There are not many scholars.

It is true that the Chongqing Dynasty was prosperous in both civil and military affairs. Reading was a way out for the poor, but in the end only a few people had this understanding. There were even fewer people who could afford to read.

Take the entire Ningyuan County as an example, the population is nearly 2,000 households, but the total number of scholars is probably less than a hundred. Among them, the number of scholars who can really turn their ears off and don't have to worry about filling their stomachs accounts for the largest number of scholars.

40%.

So Lu Fang shouted for a long time, and his mouth was dry. There were many people watching the excitement, but no one came forward to fight.

Finally, the poor scholar selling calligraphy came forward with a little shyness and said, "I would like to ask Mr. Lu for advice."

You probably think it's shameful to make money in this way.

Lu Fang nodded, "Just read it. I won't change the subject matter and compose the poem on the spot."

The scholar bowed to Lu Fang and slowly read out two of his poems. Judging from his expression, he was quite proud. He must have put a lot of thought into these two poems.

Some of the onlookers applauded, not sure whether they really understood or pretended to understand.

Lu Fang could also tell that the words in these two poems were carefully crafted.

However, the artistic conception is far different.

In other words, it feels flashy and unnecessary.

One song is about snow.

One song is about chanting the moon.

It seems that even in the Great Chongqing Dynasty, these two things were quite popular among scholars.

Lu Fang thought for a moment, then cupped his hands in front of the onlookers, "I will sing a poem about snow first, and everyone will make a judgment."

Having said that, he was full of confidence in his heart.

When it comes to poetry, no matter how hard the Ningyuan County scholar exhausts his brains, he will never be able to come up with the kind of good verses that have been passed down through generations like those in his previous life.

"The new year is not yet blooming, and we are surprised to see grass buds in early February. But the white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden."

He directly read out "Spring Snow" written by Han Yu in the Tang Dynasty.

The face of the calligraphy scholar suddenly froze, and his eyes shone brightly, then dimmed again.

Without waiting for the crowd to speak, he raised his hands and said to Lu Fang: "Master Lu is a great talent. He can write poems and sing about snow in a moment. I am ashamed of myself."

From what he said, it was obvious that he still wanted to see what kind of poem about the moon Lu Fang could write.

Lu Fang pretended to be deep in thought again, and after ten seconds, he said to the scholar: "Just listen, what if you read this poem by me?"

"There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown."

Li Bai, Thoughts on a Quiet Night.

This is probably the most familiar poem in my previous life.

But from what Lu Fang said, there was nothing inappropriate. He and Lu Liang were not originally from Ningyuan County.

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