"This is not poetry at all. The old man next door is still good at being the first scholar!"
After reading the second poem written by Zhu Pingan, some Hanlin officials felt bad. They shook their heads and sighed. They felt that Zhu Pingan's poem had simply lowered the overall standard of the Hanlin Academy.
Other officials also looked at him sideways, some of them unable to appreciate Zhu Pingan's soy sauce masterpiece.
Just as everyone booed, a very discordant stomach growl came from the crowd.
Gudong
who?
Everyone turned their heads to follow the track of the sound, and then found a Hanlin official in his thirties looking at everyone with a slightly embarrassed face.
"Ahem, I'm sorry everyone, um, I forgot to eat when I was writing history books at noon, and I felt a little hungry after reading these two poems written by Lord Zhu." The thirty-year-old Hanlin official covered his stomach with one hand and pointed his finger at
Reading the masterpiece written by Zhu Pingan, he explained with some embarrassment.
Are you hungry?!
What this Hanlin official told was the truth. He was recently in charge of compiling the History of the Song Dynasty. When he came to the part about the Jingkang Disgrace in the morning, his mind was so deep in it that he could not extricate himself. He felt that the vastness of China had been reduced to the iron hooves of a foreign race, and he suddenly lost all traces of it.
I sat there for a long time to lose my appetite.
However, after reading Zhu Pingan's first poem, he had an appetite. When it came to the second poem, he couldn't control his internal organs and coveted the bamboo shoots, braised pork, fish heads, crabs and stewed chicken.
God knows how long he had to endure the last sound, but he still couldn't hold it back.
Despite the incident of stomach growling, the Hanlin officials did not have much change in their opinion of Zhu Ping'an's poems.
Zhu Ping'an had already expected the attention from everyone, but he didn't take it seriously. Poems and songs were originally written as a joke, and the note from Emperor Jiajing requested poems with an appetite. Just this poem with an appetite.
, these words have a strong unorthodox feeling. The serious poems and songs express objects and aspirations, and use scenes to express emotions. Who can stimulate your appetite!
So, as long as you have an appetite, it doesn’t matter what style or talent it is.
"Actually, I have also written some other jokes before, but they are not poems. They are meant to make His Majesty laugh. Oh, and of course they are also very delicious."
Zhu Ping'an remained calm amidst the sighs and was not affected at all. With a smile and a smile, he put the brush on the inkstone and dipped it in thick ink again. Lines of the calligraphy master's calligraphy appeared on the rice paper, every stroke.
A treasure in art, but what is the content of this article?
"I love the sweet and sour fish in the sea."
Your Majesty, Spicy Wings Soaring in the Sky
One afternoon
The king came to the water and asked Yu:
Me and you
What time is the meal?"
What are these? My eyes are blinded. This is more than just a joke. It feels like our own jokes are hundreds of times more serious than this!
However, it seems, it seems, after watching it, it really makes people want to eat a piece of sweet and sour fish and eat some spicy wings.
Gudong
You didn't even need to look to know that Han Lin, who hadn't had lunch, had his stomach growling again. He must have been hungry again after watching the sweet and sour fish and spicy fins.
Indeed, Zhu Pingan's poem does not have extraordinary literary talent, but it is full of appetite.
This food-oriented poem is also a poem selected by Zhu Ping'an from the Internet by a poet who is a foodie in the third year of high school in Henan. "I am a sweet and sour fish roaming freely in the sea, and you are a spicy wing root flying freely in the sky. That afternoon
, you fly to the water and ask me: 'Who is better between you and me?'"
Of course, Zhu Ping'an transformed this poem into classical Chinese. After all, vernacular Chinese is very popular in modern times, but it does not work in white Chinese. When you go to the countryside, you still have to follow the customs.
Huang Jin collected all the poems written by everyone present and put Zhu Ping'an's poems at the end. Then without stopping for a moment, he took these poems to Xiyuan. Huang Jin couldn't wait for Emperor Jiajing to read them.
After reading these poems, I believe your Majesty will have a good appetite after reading them.
After Huang Jin left, Zhu Pingan no longer took the poems he wrote seriously. Although he had an appetite when he read these food-style poems in modern times, there was no guarantee that Emperor Jiajing would like them.
Therefore, after finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an pretended that the incident had never happened and returned to the library where he worked and began to slowly sort out the books.
When it comes to organizing books, Zhu Pingan has an advantage that is difficult for others to match, and that is his super memory. Although Zhu Pingan does not have a photographic memory, it is almost the same. After reading it, he can remember it 10 times out of 10. Zhu Pingan will
The first bookshelf was temporarily emptied, and then I wrote a note and posted it on the bookshelf.
Zhu Ping'an has already written many exquisite notes. These notes are like the bookshelf labels in modern libraries, but instead of pinyin and numbers, they use categories such as Classics and History Subsets and Hongwu Zhengyun.
Zhu Pingan decided to rearrange the books on the first and second floors according to the style of a modern library. Of course, this is a very heavy task, but with Zhu Pingan's super memory, it probably won't take too long to complete.
Of course it won't be too short.
After Zhu Pingan vacated the first bookshelf, he began to browse through the vast books on the bookshelves on the first floor, and put every book he saw in the order of Hongwu Zhengyun in the classics and history collection.
An open space.
Zhu Pingan reads books very quickly
In the words of Lao Li, who was sweeping the floor aside, Zhu Pingan read as fast as he was moving books.
In Lao Li's eyes, this is how Zhu Pingan reads books. He stands in front of the bookshelf and flips through a shelf of books one by one. It only takes a few seconds for each book. After reading, Zhu Pingan starts to move the books out, one after another.
This book looks random, but each book is placed in a different position. The shelf of books was quickly moved.
Except for the five books that Zhu Pingan placed on the first bookshelf, the rest were placed on the open space.
After Zhu Pingan emptied the second bookshelf, he took another written label and put the label on the second bookshelf. Then he took seven more books from the empty space and arranged them on this bookshelf.
After finishing, Zhu Pingan walked to the third bookshelf, and under Lao Li's shocked eyes, he finished reading the books in this shelf in less than ten minutes. Then he moved the books, each book according to the rules.
It was rearranged and several more books were placed on the first and second bookshelves.
After the third bookshelf was emptied, Zhu Pingan put a label on this bookshelf, and nearly ten more books were placed on this bookshelf.
After Zhu Pingan organized five bookshelves, he flexed his sore hands, then shook his neck, poured himself a cup of hot tea, picked up a book that interested him, sat on his seat and drank tea while reading.