After listening to Meng Xinghe's whispers, Mr. Chai licked his tongue. It can be seen from his shining eyes that he is very excited now. Meng Xinghe is not only his brother, but now he can feel proud and proud.
A sense of happiness arises in my heart!
"Brother Meng! That's enough of a brother!" Mr. Chai patted Meng Xinghe on the shoulder, and a lot of pride suddenly surged into his heart. Damn it, I've had enough of the contempt of these students in the county school, and I must pay it all back today.
Thinking of the poem Meng Xinghe said in his ears, Mr. Chai stood up angrily. His tall body was straight and resolute. He looked around at the students and said jokingly: "My classmates from the county school, I have a lot of talents, and I also have a poem that I want to give to you."
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"Haha! Master Chai has written a poem. Of course we are all ears." A group of students burst into laughter, especially Li Caizi, who had just composed a limerick. He even laughed and said: "Brother Chai, please don't make "ten, eight,
Come on and write poems like "Touch"! Haha!" There was another burst of laughter. Mr. Chai can compose poems, and a sow can climb a tree. If he wants to make a fool of himself, he will naturally be full of jokes!
Day! Dogs look down on people! I have to compose a poem today. I will piss you off like a bastard. Mr. Chai stepped forward, thought for a moment, held a golden folding fan, pointed at all the students, big and small, and read in a loud voice.
"Why don't you bring Wu Gou with you?"
After saying this, all the students looked a little embarrassed! Chai Shao turned his back to them again, pointed angrily at the mountains and rivers in the north, and said in a loud voice.
"Collect Guanshan Fifty States!"
From near to far, the artistic conception in the poem became more prominent under Chai Shao's deliberate accompaniment. Seeing the frightened expressions of all the students, Chai Shao took advantage of the situation and read out the two final sentences eloquently.
"Please come to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily.
If you are a scholar, you will live in thousands of households!"
The last two sentences, like a loud bell, resounded throughout Chunxiang Tower. Compared with the limericks written by those students who asked themselves to be erudite and talented, Chai Shao, a half-hearted poet, said: "Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, like a scholar with ten thousand households."
", and immediately silenced everyone.
What is poetry? Poems that do not lack domineering power are called poetry.
"Brother Wang, Brother Li, I've made a fool of myself!" Chai Shao said sarcastically. The bad temper he usually suffered was wiped away. He glanced at Meng Xinghe gratefully and strode back to his seat.
The two students, Wang and Li, smiled awkwardly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in their hearts. Based on the poem just now, they knew that they would never be able to keep up with Master Chai.
The other students also looked at Mr. Chai in surprise. They did not expect that a person who was usually ignorant and incompetent could actually have a great talent and be able to create such a masterpiece, which had to be impressive.
Meng Xinghe secretly laughed. Chai Shao was actually better at pretending to be a master than he was. She just taught him a poem, but he was so powerful that he read it in sections, and it really looked like he had composed it.
"Brother Chai! Talented!" Qin and Zhu raised their thumbs, admiring Mr. Chai. They were usually uneducated and incompetent. In today's world where scientific examinations are the main focus, their future is slim. Who knows?
Hearing what Mr. Chai said just now, I suddenly felt proud. What if you don't study? If you become a feudal official one day, you will be no better than you, a scholar.
Mr. Chai's face turned red, and he was much more humble in front of his brothers. "You two brothers are so complimentary, but in fact, this poem was not written by me!" From another perspective, Mr. Chai is quite honest, and there is no falsehood in front of his brothers.
, can be considered aboveboard.
His three brothers smiled at him understandingly. They looked at each other speechlessly. They gathered around a table and looked around to see if there was any girl from that family who could be seen. It would be easy to find her after the poetry meeting was over.
A goal to show off his ability to pick up girls!
After searching for a long time, I didn't see anyone who was right. A few people sat together depressedly, looking at the crowds coming and going from Chunxiang Tower with distracted eyes.
After a while, the entire hall was packed with people who came in from Chunxiang Tower. From celebrities to ordinary people, everyone sat in their own seats and communicated with each other. They were just showing off to literature. The learned people took advantage of the opportunity.
Before the competition started, there was a drinking party, and ordinary people drank and told stories. Before the poetry competition started, it was already bustling and the atmosphere was very active.
The organizer, the Taoyuan Poetry Association, saw that it was almost time for the competition to start, so they sent a person to the middle of the hall and said politely: "Today is the annual poetry competition in Taoyuan County. I wish everyone the best."
The Taoyuan children who participated in the competition achieved good results and won the first place!"
Despite the poor opening remarks, everyone still applauded enthusiastically. The speaker suddenly changed his subject and said respectfully to the door of Chunxiang Tower: "Today's poetry competition is thanks to the care of people from all walks of life. I am honored to invite the current Minister Ling Du and our province.
The presence of Master Xue Guan Ma brings a lot of joy to our Taoyuan County. We are waiting here to welcome you two adults to make a judgment for our Taoyuan Poetry Competition."
After finishing his words, the speaker gave a respectful salute. In front of several official sedans outside Chunxiang Tower, Du Ruhui, the minister, surrounded by Taoyuan officials, walked into Chunxiang Tower with Ma Shouchen, the school administrator. Sitting there were the wise men.
At the judging table at the front.
Everyone had never seen Du Ruhui, a high-ranking official. Seeing that even the school supervisor Ma Shouchen was respectful to him, they guessed that his identity must be something more than simple. With a "coax", thunderous applause sounded again in the lobby of Chunxiang Tower. Some of the officials present
The eldest daughter of the family was even prepared to sacrifice everything, including her own virginity.
A poetry competition immediately turned into a welcome party, and the atmosphere instantly soared. Seeing how enthusiastic the people of Taoyuan County were, Mr. Du stood up straight and said politely: "It is a blessing for me to show my love to you folks. I am honored to be here."
Participating in a poetry gathering in Taoyuan County, guests are invited to do as they please, and the old man also presents me with twelve taels of embossed silver as an added bonus."
Mr. Du took ten taels of silver from his arms, handed it to his entourage, and then took his seat. His move had an immediate effect. Officials, big and small, celebrities, and wealthy merchants present also presented gifts.
With the bonus, tonight's reward of 500 taels for the leader was actually increased to 3,000 taels.
This may be the biggest prize in the history of the Taoyuan County Poetry Contest. Whether they are students, celebrities or civilians who come to add to the excitement, they are all hunting for the golden silver.
At that time, the person who presided over the poetry meeting announced the rules of the poetry competition. The poetry meeting adopts an elimination system. The first level is to compose an impromptu poem. The title of the poem revolves around the content of the first painting hanging upstairs in Chunxiang. The contestants
Within the time limit of one stick of incense, your work will be reviewed by the judges at the judging table, and those who pass will be selected for the next round of competition.
After the host announced the competition system, he pulled down the red cloth on the first couplet, and the elegant music of the piano sounded in the accordion on the second floor.
The sound of the piano is like the sound of nature, flowing slowly through the heart like a trickle. Even people who don't know how to appreciate it know that the sound of the piano is very beautiful.
"Miss Shi Yu? It's Miss Shi Yu!" In Chunxiang Building, countless men cast their eyes on the Accord on the second floor. The poetry contest is nothing. Compared with Miss Shi Yu, they would rather listen to the music of the piano all their lives and don't care about any bullshit poetry contest.
meeting.
The sound of the piano is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes fierce and powerful, sometimes chivalrous and tender, with ups and downs. Every sound is deeply struck in my heart and will be unforgettable forever.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped. Everyone woke up from their trance. Only a gentle voice whispered softly: "You talented men, please!" Everyone rushed to look at the first couplet in the hall.
In the first couplet in the hall, there is a full moon hanging high in the sky. Under the moon, you can vaguely see a broken city wall. The grass in the wall is miserable, broken bricks and tiles can be seen everywhere, and there is a desolation in the dead silence.
Everyone was thinking hard, wondering what the purpose of this painting was. The first level was so difficult, and there were two more levels to come. How could they pass it?
Most of the people present at the poetry competition were immersed in deep thought. Some simply picked up a pen and scribbled wildly on paper. Some even stood up and walked slowly in the lobby, shaking their heads with their hands behind their backs and thinking hard.
Half of the time for burning incense has passed, and no one has turned in the paper. Even Zhao Xiucai, known as the most talented person in Taoyuan, has a worried look on his face at this moment, thinking hard in his seat.
Writing poetry is not difficult, but what is difficult is to write out the artistic conception in it. People in various sections are constantly shaking their heads and sighing, even if they hold a brush in their hands, they still can't do it.
"It's too difficult~~ How do I ask someone to write it!" Chai Shao originally planned to write a limerick, hoping to get into the second round, but it seemed that there was no hope. He looked at the three brothers beside him. Qin Guan,
Zhu Zhishan and the two of them were almost the same as him, so don't expect them to be able to hold back a few lines of poetry with a burst of personality. Meng Xinghe looked thoughtful, then saw a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, picked up the brush beside him, and started writing eloquently.
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"Brother Meng? Three thousand taels of silver?" Mr. Chai gestured with three fingers, full of expectation, and then he said seriously: "Three thousand taels! I can visit many brothels and sing "Ten" with many big girls.
Eight, touch. Brother Meng, we brothers are all counting on you tonight."
My day! I know whoring, can I have some future? Meng Xinghe put away the brush and handed what he had just done to the person in charge of the waiter in front of him, and then someone read: "Student Meng from Taoyuan County, hand in your paper!"
The long voice immediately became the motivation for countless people. When everyone saw that Meng Xinghe could hand in the paper, they scribbled a poem and handed it in in a hurry.
The time of a stick of incense passed quickly. At the end of the day, only a dozen articles were submitted, and the rest were all strangled in the cradle. Those who did not submit the papers could only feel regretful, while most of the people who submitted the papers could only feel regretful.
I am worried and worried, and I am very dissatisfied with what I have just done.
The reviewers selected five better poems among the dozens of poems submitted and handed them over to the two final judges today, Du Ruhui and Ma Shouchen.
The two of them took the five ancient poems handed over to them and looked at them carefully. Then Du Ruhui stood up, picked up the first poem that was handed in and said, "This is written by Zhao Haoran."
"The bright moon enters the ancient city, and the grass gradually regenerates.
The days on my temples are passing away, and I don’t see the widow.”
After he finished reading this poem, he nodded slightly, and everyone clapped their hands and applauded. Zhao Haoran deserves to be the number one talent in Taoyuan, and his poetry can be regarded as a new generation.
Du Ruhui picked up another ancient poem and said, "It was written by Ma Wencai!"
"The lonely moon shines in the sky, and the fragrant grass breaks the wall.
Things have become what they once were, and humanity is heartbroken.”
Another excellent piece of writing. Mr. Du has just finished reading it, and the applause is still ringing. It seems that Ma Wencai also has some ink and improvised, but it is not bad.
While everyone's interest was high, Mr. Du picked up the remaining poems and started reading them.
After reading two more poems, they were slightly worse than those of Zhao Haoran and Ma Wencai. Mr. Du picked up the last article, glanced at it briefly, and couldn't help but feel excited. Looking at all the poems tonight,
This poem is absolutely the best. He straightened his voice, looked at the position of the official not far away, and said in a deep voice: "It was written by Mr. Taoyuan Hualiu."