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Chapter 44: High and low

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As the review work unfolded, some good poetry works began to spread on each ship, from one ship to another, at a very fast speed. Many people took out the four treasures of the study, copied and copied, and used them to compare and learn; and when they arrived at the brothel pleasure boat, they were more valued, and there was a special person to study to see what kind of music is suitable for compilation, so that the girls could play and chant—

There is no such thing as the electronics industry in this world. In addition to being published and sold, the dissemination of works lies in word of mouth. The main channel forms are either written in conspicuous places in some popular attractions, which can be seen by anyone passing by; or written on the walls of a large restaurant; and the music composed and sung by the girl from the brothel and the singer of the Liyuan Garden.

The last one has a particularly wide influence.

Therefore, even if there is no copyright and no reward, poets still flock to it, hoping that their works can be composed and proud of them.

There was a short story in the Tang Dynasty, which said that three famous poets, Wang Zhihuan, Wang Changling, and Gao Shi, went out to drink and listen to the singers playing music and singing. At that time, the three of them bet to see who sang the songs from the most works and to make their reputation famous.

At that time, two of the three girls sang in the previous poems were collected from Wang Changling and one from Gao Shi's work, so they were secretly happy and waiting to see Wang Zhihuan's jokes.

At this time, Wang Zhihuan pointed to the last and most beautiful singer and said that if the girl sang it was not her own work, she would have been away from the table for life from then on.

When the singer started singing, it was "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds"... Wang Changling and Gao Shi were very impressed.

From this we can see that poetry has become a trend and has become a great thing.

"Wow, it's Zhang Zhiyuan's words!"

"His work has finally been reviewed."

"The evaluation is very high. Mr. Wu Xiangheng commented: 'It should be the top three'; Mr. Lin Yuanshan's evaluation is 'Flowing water, fresh textual meaning'..."

"Take it over and let me copy one."

There was a commotion and the crowds were heard. At this point, this year's Daoan Poetry Conference caused a small ***.

...

On the Jiang family's boat, there were already special people who sent messages and copied the lyrics.

Zhu Bazhen laughed: "Zhi Yuan is really a talented person."

Zhang Zhiyuan smiled slightly, as if he had been in a good mood, and said, "Since he was entrusted by the Lord Zhu, how can he do his best? Fortunately, he has not humiliated his fate."

In fact, he himself was not willing to be a representative of the poetry club of Bazhen Escort Agency. It was just because the Zhu family had favors him and promised him a lot.

The two of them sang together, and Jiang Zhinian was angry over there. The other party was so artificial that it was obvious that the Luojiang family wanted to save face.

"A man of a genius, sour..."

Jiang Jing'er was so angry that she was itchy. If she was on the ring, she would have jumped up and picked up the thin person named Zhang Zhiyuan with one shot. She slapped a few more mouths so that he could speak well, hum!

Jiang Zhinian coughed dryly: "Congratulations to Brother Zhu, the result is known, so I have to go back and celebrate." This was a disguised order to expel guests.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Bazhen smiled and waved her hand: "No hurry, Brother Zhinian, I still have to wait and see your results. If you can get a good ranking, I should congratulate you."

Jiang Zhinian cursed in his heart: Congratulations, you are waiting to see a joke... Ye Junsheng, who was invited, disappeared on the spot. The ink in his granddaughter's belly was probably not enough for half a cup. The result was obvious, and the primary election was wiped out.

Even if you are angry, you are angry, but as the saying goes, don’t hit people with a smile, if you tear your face and expel them, it will seem that your own rudeness is too small and it will be too unpleasant to spread it.

...

In the pleasure boat, Peng Qingshan had just finished drinking a glass of wine. What was placed in front of him was Zhang Zhiyuan's song "Nian Nujiao": It was a coincidence that what he wrote was also "Nian Nujiao". However, although the words and sentences were considered a masterpiece, they were probably slightly inferior to their own songs...

After seeing the works of a powerful opponent, his confidence surged and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Next, let’s look at Guo Nanming’s.

My friend around me ejected the paper and said with a tsk voice, "Brother Qingshan, this trip, Zhiyuan, has become a representative of the merchant, and it is simply a self-deserve reputation."

Scholars are noble and businessmen are profit-seeking. The two are clearly distinguished. Like Zhang Zhiyuan, he has a scholar's fame and a bright future. It is indeed a bit out of place to devote himself to being a representative of the poetry club of the Eight Treasures Escort Agency.

Peng Qingshan smiled and said, "Everyone has ambition, there is no need to blame too much." He is open-minded and open-minded. As for whether it is true or false, he probably only knows it himself.

After about one stick of incense, the outside became turbulent again. It turned out that the work written by Peng Qingshan was drawn out, which was also a poem: "Nian Nujiao".

The four judges gave higher evaluations of this song, saying that it was better than Zhang Zhiyuan's song, and the artistic conception was higher.

The message came, and there was a jubilation in the pleasure boat. Countless congratulations and celebrations rolled in, and many people came up to toast with their cups.

Peng Qingshan was full of energy and refused everyone. After drinking more than ten cups in a row, his face did not change color. He was both civil and military, and had a huge amount of people who were not drunk. At this moment, he became the focus of the entire pleasure boat. Yushu was in the wind, and his face was filled with moving smiles. I don’t know how many girls were intoxicated. I was afraid that they would have had a simplified life and would be willing to give it a happy life.

...

In the Daoan Mansion, in the elegant room, Guo Nanming was reading two plain papers in his hand. The above is suddenly written by two poems "Nian Nujiao", which were written by Zhang Zhiyuan and Peng Qingshan respectively.

Because of the Daoan Poetry Association, Daoan Mansion opened an exception tonight and closed the city gate only at midnight. Therefore, there was no obstacle to passing the message.

After a while, Guo Nanming had finished reading it, folded the two papers, put them straight on the lights, and burned them. His face was full of loneliness, and he sighed: "Zhang Zhiyuan Peng Qingshan, it turns out that you only have to be of this level, which really disappoints me."

He shook his head and murmured again: "It seems that there is no one worth looking forward to in Jizhou. I'd better leave earlier and study in Jiangnan. I just hope that those talented men in Jiangnan will not disappoint me."

The paper gradually burned to ashes, fell down and scattered all over the floor.

Life is so lonely.

...

"Good words, a good song "Nian Nujiao"!"

In the inner hall, Mr. Song was so excited that his white beards were raised, and his expression was extremely rare.

Wu Xiangheng hurriedly asked, "Is it a work by Guo Nanming?"

Master Song smiled and said, "Who else is there? Another song "Nian Nujiao", but the wording is as wonderful as the breeze; the artistic conception is so high that it can reach the sky, even I feel ashamed of myself."

This comment is considered to be high to the top.

The other three were busy snatching to watch, and they all slapped and read repeatedly, but they were reluctant to let go for a long time.

"Dao'an poetry meeting should be the leader!"

Master Song immediately made a conclusion.

“Required.”

There is no objection at all.

"Since that's the case, let's announce the result now. Guo Nanming is the leader, Peng Qingshan is the next, and Zhang Zhiyuan is the next."

"OK."

At this time, Liu Zhiqing suddenly said, "Huh? There is still one poem here, and the last one is left."

Song Wenbo waved his hand and smiled, "How many capitals are left has nothing to do with Daya."

Liu Zhiqing nodded and agreed: "That's...but it's better to comment, so as not to give people a lesson." As he said that, he pulled out the poem and started to look.

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