Han Mozhuang stared at Xue Poye for a moment, finally sighed, reached out and patted Xue Poye on the shoulder, and then walked back to his seat.
Tan Ziqing smiled sympathetically, feeling quite happy.
It seems that he has a good vision. Xue Poye not only won the first prize for his literary talent, but also can solve the conflict with Han Mozhuang according to the situation. He is really a good talent.
Liu Tuo's handsome face was distorted. Although he was quite cultivated in concealing it, he could not hide the gloomy aura.
Others also whispered and asked each other to see if Xue Poye was from the officialdom or the literary world. After all, most people knew that Mr. Xue was the hero who had just saved Wang Shizhen's wife and child today.
They were even more impressed. A small number of people knew more in detail. During the discussion, they learned that although Xue Poye was the shopkeeper of a small restaurant, when Mou made trouble during his inspection, the Suzhou Cavalry Army actually helped him, and the business was booming and the operation was successful.
Fang, what's even more surprising is that the shopkeeper of such a small restaurant can actually participate in such a prestigious banquet. He is obviously not an ordinary person. They all admire him with admiration and do not despise him at all because he is the shopkeeper of a small restaurant.
"Congratulations, congratulations!" The second young master said with a cheerful smile and clasped his fists: "Congratulations to Shopkeeper Xue. Since Shopkeeper Xue has won the first prize, I should present this night-viewing Buddha to you!" He shouted: "Here comes...!"
Meng heard a soft voice laughing: "Wait a minute."
When everyone heard this voice, they all turned their eyes away, only to see Liu Tuo slowly stand up, elegant and gentlemanly, and said with a smile: "Everyone, shopkeeper Xue has presented two masterpieces to you, but I am still not satisfied." They turned their eyes to Xue.
Poye smiled softly and said loudly: "Shopkeeper Xue, since you have great literary talent, you must have thousands of masterpieces in your mind. My friends are all here today, so why not write two more poems on the spur of the moment, so that we can learn from you."
Liu Tuo was also extremely confident in his literary talent. He studied under Xiao Moting and participated in poetry gatherings from time to time in Kyoto. He believed that his literary talent was top-notch, and he also had a keen interest in looking at Buddha at night. He thought he could easily capture it.
Unexpectedly, Xue Poye came out of the sky and snatched away all the treasures and limelight. Naturally, he was unwilling to do so, and he also felt a little suspicious in his heart. When he learned that Han Mozhuang was Xue Poye's teacher, he felt a little bit in his heart.
I was very suspicious, thinking that there was some trick in it that allowed Xue Poye to gain advantage and reputation, so I got up and said that although I was politely asking for a lesson in poetry, I actually wanted to give Xue Poye a difficult problem.
As soon as he finished speaking, He Ruhui beside him immediately echoed: "Not bad, good, Xue... Shopkeeper Xue, why not make two more and let everyone taste one."
Echoes echoed from all around.
Xue Poye sneered in his heart: "You Liu Tuo, do you think I can't compose poetry?"
He knew clearly that this was Liu Tuo's test in public to see if he was really talented and learned, but he didn't panic. There was no problem if he wanted more than two, or even ten or twenty.
Liu Tuo asked himself to compose a poem in public, just for everyone present to identify it together. Half of the scholars in the audience, together, could only see and hear the best poems from ancient and modern times. If Xue Poye had even a trace of imitation, naturally
Someone will hear the flaw.
Naturally, he would never have imagined that Xue Poye's poems came from a dynasty that had been replaced by the Chu Dynasty, a period of history that had been lost. Even if it happened a thousand years ago, everyone here would not know the poems of the Song Dynasty.
Xue Poye immediately smiled, stood in the field, and glanced around. He saw that everyone had different expressions, including jealousy, admiration, suspicion, and confusion. They all cast their eyes eagerly on him.
"Since you all want to hear it, Xue doesn't dare to belittle oneself." Xue Poye smiled faintly and said leisurely: "Just now Xue wrote an article "Recalling Chrysanthemums". I am not talented, so I used chrysanthemum as the title for my own composition.
Two Chrysanthemums Poem.”
"Okay, okay!" There was a commotion all around.
"If you want to know about the autumn mood, everyone knows nothing about it, and you murmur with your hands behind your back and knock on the east fence. Who can hide with you when you are so proud of the world? How late is the flower blooming? How lonely is the frost in the dew garden? How can you miss lovesickness when returning home? Don't talk about it and there is nothing to talk about in the world.
"Why don't you explain the meaning of a sentence by saying it in fragments?" Xue Poye stood at night and chanted loudly in the breeze.
There was silence for a while, and finally, Han Mozhuang shouted: "Okay, okay!" Master Xun Mo next to him also immediately exclaimed: "Excellent work, a wonderful work."
What the three masters said was equivalent to authoritative approval, and everyone was applauding. No matter whether they understood it or not, no one dared to lag behind. Since everyone agreed, if you didn't applaud, it would appear that you didn't understand poetry.
Xue Poye raised his hands and said loudly: "This is "Asking the Chrysanthemums", and then listen to me "Painting the Chrysanthemums"!" He chanted loudly: "I don't know how to be crazy about poetry and drama. Isn't this a waste of time in painting? Juye Po
Thousands of ink dots, the flowers are dyed with a few traces of frost. The light and dense shadows of the wind are reflected in the wind, and the fragrance of the wrists escapes from autumn. Don't be idle on the east fence, chatting on the screen to comfort the Double Ninth Festival."
His two consecutive poems are both famous lines from "A Dream of Red Mansions". The former "Asking the Chrysanthemum" is a masterpiece by Yihong Gongzi Jia Baoyu, and the latter is a masterpiece by Heng Wujun. They are both written by the genius Cao Gong of the generation. Naturally
It's unusual.
In just a short moment, Xue Poye composed two excellent works in a row, both of which were based on chrysanthemums. In the three "Recalling Chrysanthemums", "Asking About Chrysanthemums" and "Painting Chrysanthemums", he did not mention any chrysanthemums. He is already a person who knows how to appreciate poems and write lyrics.
I was dumbfounded. In the Chu Dynasty, even a scholar who had learned a lot for ten years might not be able to write these poems. However, a restaurant owner punched everyone with both hands in a matter of seconds. Those who did not understand poetry could not read it.
Seeing the expressions of others, they naturally knew that this was a wonderful quatrain, and they also expressed emotion and clapped their hands in applause.
"Chrysanthemums are poems, with three poems and three meanings. It's not in vain for me to hear such beautiful lines." Old Han Mozhuang burst into tears and sighed: "Chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums, breaking the night, you are worthy of being the good man who made chrysanthemums famous."
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"Not bad, Mr. Chrysanthemum!"
"Young Master Chrysanthemum, Young Master Chrysanthemum!" Seeing the lively atmosphere, the second young master raised his arms and shouted. Hongru, a middle-ranking official, also entered the atmosphere and raised his arms and shouted: "Young Master Chrysanthemum, Young Master Chrysanthemum!"
Xue Poye felt ashamed. The old guy said this, and the people he led gave him the title of Young Master Chrysanthemum. In Xue Poye's time, the word "chrysanthemum" was not a good word. Seeing the excitement of the crowd, Xue Poye
I waved and saluted, but I was also a little happy in my heart. In this way, my reputation would rise.
Liu Tuo's handsome face became more and more distorted. He originally wanted to set a trap for Xue Poye, but who knew that Xue Poye would use the opportunity to become famous.
In the cheers of everyone, the second young master handed the Ye Zhan Buddha into Xue Poye's hands. Xue Poye took the Ye Zhan Buddha as if he had received the trophy for a big exam, and he was still a little excited.
Tan Ziqing leaned on the chair, leisurely and contented, with a smile on his face. Xue Poye became famous, which was exactly what he expected. Of course, this was just the starting point. He needed Xue Poye to have a greater reputation and greater profits.
Suddenly I heard a rough voice in the crowd shouting: "No, no, it's hugely wrong!"
His voice was loud and loud, and everyone was immediately attracted by it. They saw a bearded man in a black robe at the table with a dissatisfied look on his face, complaining nonstop: "Didn't you say you want fairness? I don't think it's fair at all, no.
fair."
The second young master glanced at the man and said with a smile: "Hu Dutong, what's wrong?"
The bearded Hu Dotong shook his head and said: "Second Young Master, since we treat everyone equally, you should take care of us rough guys. I admire scholars, but I have never studied, I can't read a basket of Chinese characters, and my pole fell over
I don’t know it’s a word. You first asked people to guess riddles. It’s a brain test. I have nothing to say. But now that I think about it, something is wrong. If Lao Hu really guessed the riddles correctly, then the second level won’t work.
Do you also want to write poetry? That is what literati do. I, Lao Hu, can't do it, and I think there are many brothers who can't do it either. Thinking about it this way, that test is nothing more than a cover. Even if we warriors pass it, this test
The second pass is like a blind man, isn't this fair?"
Although he admits to being illiterate, his speech is clear, logical, and reasonable. No wonder he can sit in the position of ruler.
In the official system of Dachu, one state operates the camp. The general manager is naturally responsible for inspections, and he is assisted by general magistrates. There are three commanders under him to handle military affairs. They are the commander of the front army, the commander of the middle army and the commander of the rear army. This is the only level of taste.
In inspection.
In the Great Chu Dynasty, inspections were conducted at the sixth level, while those in the capital were at the sixth level.
This is a local official system. If the imperial court uses troops and allocates officers and soldiers to various camps, there will naturally be a imperial system.
Most of the Tutongs were born as warriors. Some of them passed the martial arts examination and were promoted to a certain rank, and some were promoted through military merit during the march. They mainly focused on military force. As for literature and education, of the ten Tutongs, I am afraid that eight of them are illiterate.
Xue Poye saw that Hu Dutong ignored the presence of Tan Ziqing and Liu Tuo and spoke loudly. He seemed to be an upright person.
I am afraid that these words have been suppressed in the hearts of some people for a long time. At this time, Hu Du said it in unison, and many people immediately shouted: "Yes, it's not fair, it's not fair. That is a question set for literati. Are you going to bully me?"
We rough people?”
Those who echoed the shouting were naturally a group of military attachés.
All the scholars smiled with contempt. In their hearts, these warriors were so vulgar that they could not compare with us gentlemen, and that contempt was also revealed.
The second young master was very calm, and laughed loudly: "Don't be anxious, everyone! Don't be anxious, everyone!" He pointed at the exquisite brocade box on the nanmu gold silk table and said loudly: "Isn't there another treasure? I said
"Every guest will be treated fairly and impartially tonight, regardless of civil or military status. Anyone who wants to get the treasure can just show his true ability."
As soon as he finished speaking, the noise suddenly died down, and everyone turned their attention to the brocade box on the table.dd