On April 26, the second year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, Zhang San slept in for a long time. Under Zhang Xiaomei's repeated calls, he got up reluctantly.
Zhang San got up, washed and exercised briefly, when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance.
After taking a closer look, I saw many carriages coming. Such a huge movement also attracted people from Zhangjiacun.
Seeing that these carriages were heading towards his home, Zhang San also stopped what he was doing to see what was going on.
A total of six or seven carriages pulling loads of things arrived in front of Zhang Sanyuan.
The leader, a man dressed as a butler, came in and saluted Zhang San: "I have seen Mr. Zhang from County. I am Mr. Lu's butler. Mr. Lu and my eldest son asked me to come with gifts to congratulate Zhang Langjun on his promotion to Mr. Zhang from Founding County.
My eldest husband also asked me to thank you again for your life-saving grace." After saying that, he handed a gift note to Zhang San.
Before Zhang San could return the gift, another man dressed as a butler came out next to him: "I am the steward of the Yuchi Mansion. The Duke of E and my eldest son sent me to congratulate Zhang Langjun on being awarded the title of Male of Kaiguo County." He also presented the gift.
Gift list.
Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others also sent stewards or servants to come forward to congratulate him.
Everyone carried the sedan chair, and Zhang San understood it, so he happily accepted the gift list and asked several stewards to convey his gratitude.
"The officials of the Tang Dynasty were really generous." Zhang Sanzhong sighed.
Zhang San asked the villagers to help deliver things to the house, because his mansion has not been built yet, and the house is too small now, and the whole house is full of things.
After everyone unloaded the gifts from the carriage, the stewards said goodbye to Zhang Sanzuo and went back to resume their duties.
Zhang San asked the younger sister to bring out some snacks and pastries to thank the villagers for their help.
Everyone refused at first, but with Zhang San's enthusiasm, they happily took their things and went home.
After everyone was sent away, Zhang San and his little sister happily counted things.
In the end, they received a total of eighty guan of copper coins, fifty bolts of cloth, various snacks, cakes, and grain. The two brothers and sisters were very happy to see it.
What Zhang San liked the most was the carriage sent by Mo in the middle of the courtyard. For Zhang San, who had no means of transportation, this carriage was like a car in later generations, and it was very convenient for travel.
It's a pity that I can't ride a horse or drive a car.
After sorting out all the items, Zhang San looked at the room with almost no place to stay, and really looked forward to having his mansion built soon, so that he wouldn't have to live in a cramped house.
I thought that when I was buying books in Wannian County, I heard several people say that there will be a poetry meeting at Qujiangchi in Chang'an today, and many literati will go there.
Zhang San wanted to go see the excitement and enjoy the scenery of Chang'an, so he wanted to ask his little sister to come with him. However, this little miser was afraid that so many good things in the house would be stolen. No matter what Zhang San said, the little girl
My sister just won't go, she will stay at home and look after the door.
Thinking that he could not drive, Zhang San had no choice but to trouble Zhang Fugui to let him drive him there, and asked Lao Cunzheng to help look after his house.
By the time Zhang and San came to Chang'an and found Qujiang Pond, there was already a sea of people there and it was very lively. Literati and poets gathered in twos and threes to chant poems and write poems.
I think many of the Tang poems and Song lyrics that have been handed down from later generations were left behind from activities like this.
Zhang Fugui was not interested in this, so he told Zhang San that he would wait for him at the exit and let Zhang San go shopping by himself.
Zhang San also felt good about this. It was really uncomfortable for a grown-up to read these poems, just like the poor students of later generations who were asked to study. It must have been uncomfortable.
"I heard that Kong Jijiu will also come here today to watch this poetry conference."
A scholar said to his friend next to him with an adoring look on his face.
"Kong Jijiu? Kong Yingda?" Zhang San thought, this is a famous person, I will go and have a look.
During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the imperial examination examination was not particularly perfect. Many literati who wanted to become officials had to submit their papers to the high officials of various aristocratic families in the hope of getting recommendations.
Many literati with poor backgrounds also want to take this opportunity to gain the appreciation of some high-ranking officials from great Confucian families.
Zhang San didn't know this either, he came here just to have fun.
Not long after, they arrived in front of a ring. It was said that Kong Jijiu and several court officials would also come to watch the ring match today.
The organizer will write a few questions on the stage. If everyone in the audience thinks their poems are good, they can go on stage and write their own poems. The organizer will invite some Confucian officials to be judges and select the ten best poems.
"Hey, isn't this the Lord Farmer?"
While Zhang San was looking around, a discordant sound came.
"Damn, it's these idiots again." Zhang San cursed in his heart when he saw Zheng Shide and the others.
"Can you compose poetry? Why are you pretending to be a scholar here?" A person next to Zheng Shide mocked.
"Maybe, maybe this farmer can actually write a few field limericks?"
After saying this, everyone laughed.
"You sons of bitches, it's none of your business whether labor and management write poems." Zhang San replied.
"Every word is a farmer's man. Damn it, I am now a male from Jianguo County. It seems that the Zheng family in Xingyang is really arrogant and domineering."
Zhang San complained helplessly: "Before we even established a foothold in the Tang Dynasty, we met a local landowner."
But Zhang San is not afraid of them. At worst, he can take his little sister and run away by himself.
"Tian Shelang, do you know how to write the word "compose"? Another person also mocked.
"Okay, Brother Cui, Brother Wang, don't say that. After all, he is a Duke? Save some face for him." Zheng Shide said with a smile.
One of the other two people is Wang Hao, a collateral line of the Wang family in Taiyuan, and the other is Cui He, a collateral line of the Cui family in Boling. Of course, these two people are not as high-status as Zheng Shide, who is a direct descendant.
"That's right, he is the lord after all." Cui He emphasized the word lord with a very strong expression of ridicule.
After he went back last time, Zheng Shide sent someone to find out the details about Zhang San. He was just a mud-legged man who was lucky enough to be granted the title of county boy. As a member of the Zheng family, one of the five surnames and seven hopes of the Tang Dynasty, how could he be afraid of him.
It's not like Zhang San didn't know how influential the Five Surnames Qiwang were in the early years of Zhenguan. Even the emperor Li Shimin looked down upon him, let alone Zhang San.
"I know a lot of poems. If I just say one, I can throw you off a few blocks. Why are you trying to pretend to be the boss here?"
"You... are vulgar." Zheng Shide and the others gritted their teeth in anger when they heard Zhang San scolding them so unscrupulously. Unfortunately, they couldn't even scold Zhang San.
At this moment, Wang Hao said: "Humph, I don't believe that a farmer like you can compose poetry. Do you dare to compete with the three of me?"
"Yes, do you dare to compete with the three of us in poetry competition? In that arena competition, as long as you win against any one of the three of me, you will win. But if you lose, get out of this Qujiangchi yourself.
And kowtow to us to admit our mistakes, and remember to get out." Upon hearing this, Cui He quickly agreed and explained the content of the competition.
"Tian Shelang, do you dare? If you don't dare, just get out of here and don't embarrass yourself here?" Zheng Shide also thought that this was a good idea and said excitedly.
"Damn, why don't you dare? I'm still afraid of you." Zhang San was also very angry. He was just playing here, but was ridiculed by these people. He had to make them lose face today.
"What if you lose?" Zhang San asked.
"We will lose? What are you thinking?" Cui He looked disdainful.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you lose, each of you will compensate me 10,000 yuan."
"Hahaha, that's not a small tone, we took it." Zheng Shide even looked down upon Zhang San who fell into the eyes of money.
When Zheng Shide and the others saw Zhang San accepting the bet, they sneered in their hearts: They must make this farmer lose face later. They turned around and walked towards the ring in a smart manner.
At this time, in an attic next to the ring, Li Shimin listened to Bai Qisi's report and snorted coldly: "These aristocratic families are really getting more and more arrogant."
So he said to the people next to him: "I just heard that the Zhang County man had a gambling fight with the three young guys from the Cui family, the Wang family, and the Zheng family. Let's go and watch the fun."
Kong Yingda, Yan Shigu, Yu Shinan and others next to him also became interested when they heard this, and followed Li Shimin to the window and looked out.
Zhang San had no idea about this, and now he came to the ring angrily and looked at the test questions above. There were ten questions in total, including questions about spring, questions about frontiers, expressing feelings, free expression, etc.
"With so many questions, how can we compare them?" Zhang San asked.
"Simple, let's play freely, each person will write a poem, and let the judges judge." In order to be safe, Zheng Shide did not set up a center and let play freely, so that he can write the poems he is good at. After all, this competition also concerns his own face.
Although I think this farmer is just pretending, he still needs to be on the safe side.
So, each of them found an empty table and started to come up with ideas.
Of course, Zhang San was not included in this list, and he directly used the "free prostitution" skills of later generations.
"Whose dictation is better?" Zhang San thought to himself.
Zheng Shide raised his eyes and looked at Zhang San, and found that the boy was scratching his head and scratching his head. He thought that he must not know how to compose poetry, and he felt reassured.
Then he wrote down the poem he had prepared earlier.
"If you have it, I will write Li Bai's "The Journey Is Hard". I will borrow it first and use it. I think you, a great poet, don't care about these two poems." He made up his mind and picked up his pen and wrote Li Bai's "Jian Jin Jiu Jiu" silently.
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Looking at my eloquent calligraphy, I couldn't help but sigh: "You're so awesome, I write this calligraphy so well."
Of course, this is just because Zhang San feels good about himself. In his previous life, Zhang San was not good at handwriting with a pen, so you can imagine what he could write with a brush.
Over there, Zheng Shide and the three of them also finished writing their own poems, and then called the attendants nearby to send their poems to Kong Jijiu for review. The people watching the excitement below were all whispering.
"I heard that it was the Zheng family of Xingyang and the children of two other aristocratic families who competed with that young man to compose poems. I don't know where that young man got his confidence."
"Who says it's not the case? There's a lot of fun to watch now."
Hearing the whispers of the people below, Zheng Shide and the others looked proud, as if they had won the game. Zhang San didn't take it seriously. Wait until the Master's Shixian takes action, and I'm sure it will blind you.
