After the fat scholar finished speaking, he looked proud. He had already read the previous words, and they were probably not on the same level as him.
He took a deep breath, brewed his emotions for a while, then took the wooden stick and continued to write, looking calm and calm.
"It's all done in one go, so refreshing, so good, so good!"
"Tsk, tsk, this word has the majestic bearing and writing power of Beibei. I am ashamed of myself, I am ashamed of myself..."
"If this person holds the monthly chart of Wu Guan, we will be convinced!"
"I have long said that this scholar is the most likely to be selected, and it is true..."
Whether those who understood or those who did not understand, there were waves of envy in the crowd. The fat scholar stood up slowly, the pride on his face was beyond words.
Chen Chang also admitted that this guy's calligraphy was good, and said to the fat scholar: "I have learned a lesson!"
The fat scholar was even more proud. He smiled and said politely: "It's easy to talk. If you have any questions about calligraphy, brother, you can come to Liujiaxiang in the east of the city to see me in one month."
Although this fat scholar has gained some weight, he still claims to be talented and knowledgeable, has a handsome demeanor, and can write thousands of words. It is only because of his poor family background that he has to endure such humiliation.
In addition to the monthly temptation of five guans of money, he had long known that the house where the middle-aged manager worked was from a scholarly family. It was said that there was also a young lady in the family. If he could win the heart of a beautiful woman with his talent and knowledge, he would definitely have a successful career.
Good story.
Of course Chen Chang didn't know what the fat scholar was planning, so he shook his head secretly: "Sure enough, only tricks can win people's hearts!"
At this time, only one round of competition and selection had passed, but the fat scholar's calligraphy still stood out, and he would surely come out on top in subsequent competitions. Therefore, everyone felt that there was nothing wrong with his confident performance.
In the second round, the competition was about poetry.
The few people in front saw that the fat scholar was better at calligraphy, and two of them had already begun to quit, that is, they stayed to study with the prince because of face.
"It has been raining for several days. How about writing a poem about the rain?"
The middle-aged manager is the examiner, so naturally he doesn’t say this just to solicit everyone’s opinions.
"Limited to one stick of incense!"
Chen Chang looked around and saw that he didn't prepare any pen and paper when he competed in calligraphy just now, so it was even more impossible to write poems.
Chen Chang wanted to leave, but the fat scholar pulled him affectionately, which made Chen Chang very depressed. It seemed that the fat man was determined to use him as a stepping stone.
At this time, the steward also asked him to stay, and the onlookers also started to boo, and it was hard to shirk him for a while.
Suddenly I turned around and saw a figure from behind in the crowd. Although it was a sudden glance, it felt like I had seen it before. When I looked again, that person had disappeared.
"Brother, the game has begun, don't waste time."
"Uh..." When Chen Chang turned around, the fat scholar's Maitreya Buddha-like smiling face came into view.
This damn fat guy, Chen Chang had the urge to hit him when he saw him.
"I really have something important to do. It's not convenient to stay here for a long time today. Everyone..." Chen Chang made up his mind not to continue messing around with the fat scholar and the others. He had never seen anything in his previous life, and he only stayed here to understand the things in this time and space.
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Such an obvious routine, I was deceived to the point of losing my pants, and then I said goodbye directly.
"I think this brother is also a talented and learned person. Although I just got lucky and won the game, brother, he is not without a chance."
"That's right, I also asked this brother to write a poem." Another white-faced scholar next to him agreed. He knew that he had no hope of winning, but he couldn't see the fat scholar's complacency, so he wanted Chen Chang to stay.
Chen Chang had a good grasp of the two people's thoughts. Without comparison, there would be no harm. Naturally, the fat scholar wanted to use this comparison to increase his own worth, so that the steward would know that he was worth the monthly salary of five guans, and for
Chen Chang's damage is just added value.
Chen Chang frowned slightly: "Someday, I really have something to do today."
The fat scholar said: "I think Xiongtai can come here to apply for a job. It can be seen... it can be seen..."
Although his robe is clean and tidy, it is also decorated with four or five patches, and Chen Chang's clothes are obviously much better than him.
Then the white-faced scholar said in a low voice: "Brother, since you are here, you will compete to the end. If you quit midway, wouldn't it be that you are not taking the master seriously?"
"A down-and-out scholar can be so arrogant!"
"This is looking down on me!"
Those scholars were still thinking hard about poems, but now they all started to deal with Chen Chang.
Mainly because of Chen Chang's clothes, but competing for food with people like them is simply too bullying.
Among the crowd, the owner of the silhouette that Chen Chang saw just now was watching all this as a bystander in an inconspicuous corner.
Coming here was purely a chance encounter. Before being discovered by Chen Chang, the man immediately moved away, leaving only his back.
Chen Chang was puzzled, this man looked very thin, more like a teenager.
The boy he knew in Jiangling was just Xingchen, but that person was obviously not Xingchen.
While he was thinking about it, the middle-aged steward himself was serious. He originally hoped that Chen Chang could get the five pieces of money based on his talents. However, at this moment, Chen Chang didn't show any expression to the provocation of the scholars. Instead, he wanted to advance.
Exit.
Based on the current situation, Chen Chang's defeat was a foregone conclusion, so he frowned quietly and sighed slightly.
At this moment, Chen Chang turned his head and looked over.
At this time, a dark and thin scholar jumped out and said to Chen Chang: "Brother, let me be fair. This is your fault."
"We all regard Confucius and Mencius as our teachers, and we also know that scholars can be killed but not humiliated. Today they don't believe that you are talented and learned, but I dare not agree with you."
"We are all scholars. Since there is no shame in coming here, we are all in the same situation. Why don't we put down our posture and write a poem? It can also shut up those who have doubts!"
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The black and thin scholar looked kind-hearted, but what he said was just to fan the flames. Even when he spoke the first sentence, Chen Chang knew that it was a necessary line to push the envelope.
Seeing that man speaking so righteously, Chen Chang wanted to laugh a little. Didn't he just want to embarrass me and set off you a little bit? Why did you go to such great lengths?
The money seems to be a lot, but it always feels a little unclear. Even if I make this kind of money, I don’t feel at ease.
So, I’d better leave quickly!
He was about to leave, but was pulled back by the thin black scholar.
"Brother, stay, stay!"
This chapter has been completed!