In the Dayu Dynasty, although there was no system for officials to be transferred after their four-year term, officials at the county level or above, including county magistrates, were not allowed to serve in the county.
This is to prevent officials from becoming corrupt, engaging in nepotism, and pulling in the crowd.
Before Lu Liang officially became the magistrate of Ningyuan County, he and Lu Fang lived in Xiangyuan County, which was still some distance away from Ningyuan County.
I heard that the hometown of the county prime minister He Zhengci is even further away.
Therefore, the onlookers did not think that Lu Fang's "Quiet Night Thoughts" was any kind of unnecessary moaning.
The scene gradually became quiet.
Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown...
How does Mr. Lu's head grow so long? How can he come up with such good words?
For most people present, "Silent Night Thoughts" is undoubtedly more stunning than "Spring Snow" because it is easy to understand, but the artistic conception is there.
Just listening to the poem, that picture comes to mind.
"The admiration value from Ou Hongsheng is 999!"
"The admiration value from Ou Hongsheng is 999!"
"The admiration value from Ou Hongsheng is 999!"
"From..."
The adoration value suddenly flashed across the screen without any warning and started to scroll directly.
Ou Hongsheng alone contributed tens of thousands of worship points to Lu Fang.
It's the poor scholar.
He was stunned at first, then looked at Lu Fang with admiration in his eyes, and bowed deeply to Lu Fang, "Young Master Lu is a great talent, he is really... unparalleled in history and in the present."
Scholars are often arrogant, and poor scholars are even more proud of their arrogance. He was able to say "unparalleled in ancient times and unparalleled in modern times" to Lu Fang. You can imagine how much he admired Lu Fang in his heart at that moment.
In front of him, Lu Fang composed two quatrains in a short period of time. In his opinion, he was already more powerful than the great Confucian scholars of the time. Even the swing of the previous dynasty was unmatched by anyone.
Lu Fang pretended to be indifferent and waved his hand, "That's too much praise. At best, I can only be regarded as a gifted person."
These words almost made Ou Hongsheng vomit blood.
You are so awesome, is it just because of your extraordinary talent?
So those of us who have studied hard for many years, but are crushed by you in terms of poetry, what is the meaning of hard work?
…
There were actually people in the crowd whose eyes gradually turned red.
Especially those who were forced to leave their hometown and settle in Ningyuan County due to the pressure of life. At this time, their minds are filled with scenes from their hometown.
A golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse. In this era when there are only carriages and horses, people have even deeper feelings for their hometown.
Lu Fang himself probably didn't know that his two poems could directly make the onlookers earn tens of thousands of contribution points because they resonated with many people.
In the past two minutes, there were still people in the crowd contributing adoration points to Lu Fang, bringing his adoration points to nearly 80,000.
This was a harvest that surprised Lu Fang.
But in the end, the crowd of onlookers was still too small. Otherwise, they would probably have exceeded 100,000 by now and could fill up the second level of the tide-watching meridian.
But it's still early.
Seeing that the onlookers showed no signs of leaving, Lu Fang continued to shout: "Is there anyone else who wants to try it?"
Unfortunately, no one in the crowd made any move.
Apart from Ou Hongsheng, there were several other people dressed as scholars. But at this moment, they all deliberately hid their heads behind the crowd.
Ning'er and Fu'er stood behind Lu Fang and couldn't help but look in high spirits.
They have never seen the young master have such a "highlighting moment".
Until now, the two girls are still increasing their admiration points for Lu Fang. It even feels like they are in a dream.
The young master is suddenly able to make strange things, and he is also kind-hearted. Even the poems written out of his mouth are genuine. Is this really the young master from before?
But I have to say that the young master now is much more pleasing to the eyes than before.
There are more and more people watching.
Everyone was whispering to each other, including ordinary people, traders and servants, and scholars. There were even ladies and ladies who came out to go shopping.
They were all talking about Lu Fang’s poem just now.
You passed on the two poems "Spring Snow" and "Quiet Night Thoughts" to me, and I passed them on to you. Those people were so proud of themselves, as if they had written the poems.
It's just that it's not as intuitive as seeing Lu Fang writing poetry with my own eyes, so the admiration value only rises occasionally, and the value is often not high.
Lu Fang yelled for a long time without achieving any big results. He scanned the crowd of scholars who did not dare to look at him, and had to use his trump card, saying: "Is there any scholar in Ningyuan County who can compare with me in terms of poetic talent?"
Say, don’t you think there’s even one person who has the guts?”
Who can stand such excitement?
Scholars are all arrogant.
"Master Lu, you are speaking too strongly!"
Immediately, a scholar stood up and looked at Lu Fang with a displeased face and said: "Mr. Lu, although you are talented in poetry, you ask yourself, can you surpass all our classmates in Ningyuan County?"
Lu Fang looked at him sideways and said disdainfully: "How about you come?"
The scholar originally wanted to criticize Lu Fang just because he was angry. He thought he could not compare to Lu Fang in writing poems. But Lu Fang's words left him with no way out.
The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the face cannot be lost!
If you don't pick up on him, wouldn't it mean that you really don't even have the guts?
The scholar's eyes flickered slightly, then he puffed up his chest and said, "Then please give me some advice, Mr. Lu!"
"Come."
Lu Fang didn't care about being honest.
The scholar read slowly: "Spring is green, autumn is yellow and ripe..."
But he took a clever trick and read out a poem with "rice" as its title.
Probably because he felt that a young master like Lu Fang could not have any deep understanding of rural life.
In this way, it will be difficult to write poetry.
In this regard, the merits of the poor scholars in the Yu Dynasty have always been praised. Yao Guangsheng, a great scholar who is currently a cabinet scholar, was born in poverty when he was born, and he is famous for his praise of grain.
Those beautiful lines are still widely sung to this day.
What the scholar never expected was that Lu Fang just chuckled and said: "Food is the foundation of the people, so what's the difficulty in using food as the topic?"
He deliberately deliberated for about two minutes before reciting: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who knows that every particle of the meal is hard work."
Again, everyone was shocked.
"you……"
The scholar looked at Lu Fang blankly, speechless.
He never expected that Lu Fang could compose a poem with the theme of "food" so quickly and so well.
Shouldn’t this young master have lived in fine clothes since he was a child? How could he know the suffering of farmers?
Sweat drops on the soil...
How profound is this?
This directly aroused the resonance of the people present. Excluding those ladies from the rich family, or the children of rich families who were born with golden keys in their mouths, how many people present have never experienced the pain of farming?
For a moment, the adoration value suddenly flashed across the screen again, and it was even more surging than before.