After leaving Mo Huiyuan, there were many half-grown teenagers and children surrounding them. Mr. Zhuang paused for a moment, took out a handful of money from his wallet, and waved to the group of children.
When the leading boy saw it, he immediately led a group of children to surround him with cheers.
Bai Shan and Man Bao Bai Erlang looked at them in confusion, not understanding what their husband was going to do.
Mr. Jiang saw it but smiled slightly and stood aside waiting for him.
Mr. Zhuang handed the handful of money to the young man and said with a smile: "A good poem came out of it and it was ranked first. You guys run into the streets and alleys."
The young man agreed happily.
Mr. Zhuang read Bai Shan's poem to them word for word. The young man read it twice. After confirming that nothing was missing, he turned to the people around him and asked, "Have you all remembered it?"
"Remember it." After that, one person read two sentences, and the person next to him followed up with two sentences. Some children were young and only remembered one sentence, but they also remembered it.
When the young man saw this, he nodded slightly, and Mr. Zhuang promised: "Don't worry, sir, we have taken note of it. I don't know who is at the top of the list. How old is he this year?"
"The son of the State learns from Bai Shan, he is thirteen this year."
"Bai Xiaolangjun is so awesome," the young man praised exaggeratedly and then asked, "Don't you want to pass on your place of origin?"
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "No need, just teach the princes of the country to learn from Bai Shan."
The young man wrote it down, stuffed the money given by Mr. Zhuang into his arms, called his friends to go aside to discuss it, and soon ran away happily along the street, still reciting Bai Shanzuo's poem.
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The three disciples who had never seen the world opened their mouths wide and looked at all this in shock.
When Mr. Zhuang saw it, he smiled apologetically at Mr. Jiang and said, "The children have never seen the world, so it makes Mr. Jiang laugh."
Mr. Jiang looked back and said with a smile: "The innocence of a young man is rare, rare."
Just as he was about to leave, he remembered something, "Hey, hasn't it been a few months since you have been in Beijing? Why don't they understand this now?"
Mr. Zhuang said with a smile: "I used to think that since they were young, there was no need to rush for such things, so I just let them study in the courtyard."
Mr. Jiang walked and talked to Bai Shan, "It's better to become famous as early as possible. Don't feel embarrassed. You don't have the talent at the age when others want you. Since you have something that others don't have, you should do it."
Make good use of it, otherwise wouldn’t it be a waste of natural resources?”
The servants of the Poetry Club brought Mo Ju out. Mr. Jiang was very happy and asked his servants to take it. Then he pulled Mr. Zhuang to ride with him, leaving the three disciples of Bai Shan who were still confused and climbed up to his house.
carriage.
As soon as the carriage stepped out, you could vaguely hear someone reading his poem loudly in unison.
Man Bao and Bai Erlang looked at Bai Shan from left to right.
Bai Shan's face turned red and he asked angrily, "What are you looking at me for?"
Man Bao felt that he really gained a lot of worldly recognition today, "It turns out that this is how you become famous."
Bai Shan's face was no longer so hot, and then he thought about it, "No wonder scholars who come to Beijing have to spend so much money. My grandmother told me before I came here, if the money is not enough, just ask Liu Gui for it. It turns out that this is how the money is spent.
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Man Bao and Bai Erlang turned to look at him.
When Bai Shan came back to his senses and saw their gazes, he said: "Don't look at it. I haven't asked Liu Gui for any money yet. I'm still using my own money now."
Bai Erlang rolled his eyes and said, "Then tell me, if I use this as a reason to ask my father for money, will my father give it to me?"
"Will I give you a good beating?" Man Bao said, "How much money do you have on you but your father can't figure it out? Besides, your brother is still in the capital. Doesn't he know whether you have spent money or not?"
Bai Shan: "Besides, if you want to spend so much money, you must first make a good poem. When my uncle asks you for a poem, can you make it?"
"You can still make it if you squeeze it a bit."
Man Bao said: "If it's not good, it's better to keep it and store it in the bottom of the box. It will be embarrassing to spread it out."
Bai Shan nodded.
After thinking about it for a while, Bai Erlang could only give up this great wish, lying on the window and sighing: "I don't know when I will be able to spend a lot of money like this and have people read my poems in the streets and alleys like this.
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"You are still young, why are you anxious?" Man Bao said, "When you are older and have enough knowledge, even if you don't have talent in this area, as long as you work hard, you can always make one or two decent poems.
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Bai Shan turned around and asked Man Bao: "Do you want to become famous?"
Man Bao thought for a moment and then shook his head, "I don't want to be famous for my poetry, I want to be famous for my medicine."
She said with sparkling eyes: "I would like people in the streets to say that I, Zhou Man, am a little miracle doctor in the future."
Bai Erlang turned around, "Why not a great doctor?"
"You are so stupid, of course because she is still young and can only be regarded as a little miracle doctor." Bai Shan turned to Man Bao and said, "But I think this is more difficult for you than writing poetry."
Treating people and writing poems are different. Writing poems can rely on talent. If you work hard, you may come up with a good poem when you have an idea. But curing diseases and saving people requires not only enough knowledge, but also experience and opportunities.
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It’s not that you can be famous as a famous doctor just by curing one or two patients, let alone become a miracle doctor?
Bai Shan looked Man Bao up and down and said, "You are still young, and you still have time to wait."
Man Bao was full of confidence, "I have studied medical skills for many years. Don't worry, as long as I have the chance, I will definitely be able to fly into the sky."
Returning to Changqing Lane, Mr. Jiang carefully looked at the location of their home, made a note of it, and decided to visit from time to time in the future.
He and Mr. Zhuang met by chance while shopping at a bookstore. It's not like they hit it off right away. They just felt comfortable getting along and could talk together. However, Mr. Zhuang seemed to have some concerns before. Apart from the name, he was not very happy.
Tell them where he lives.
So Mr. Jiang was looking forward to being invited by Mr. Zhuang today.
As soon as he entered the gate, Mr. Jiang looked around, and Mr. Zhuang invited Mr. Jiang to enter the second courtyard.
Arriving at the second courtyard, Mr. Jiang was attracted by the potted plants placed on the corridor as soon as he entered.
This is a new product that Manbao bought from sellers in the mall in the past two days, not for selling, but for viewing for myself.
Everyone likes to see beautiful flowers. This time, Manbao’s choice was not about any particularly exotic colors or varieties. She was thinking about what kind of flowers she liked, and what kind of flowers Mr. Bai Shanhe and the others liked.
So I bought it and put it on the porch.
So now the flowers on the porch are normal, they are very colorful and bright when you look at them, and you can’t help but feel happy.
Mr. Jiang couldn't help but be happy after seeing it, but he was even more convinced that Mr. Zhuang's taste seemed a bit vulgar. Most of these flowers were bright colors, mostly red and yellow.
Mr. Jiang looked at the pots one by one along the corridor, nodded and said, "Mr. Zhuang, this yard is very elegantly decorated."
Mr. Zhuang glanced at the three disciples with a smile and said with a smile: "These were all arranged by the three children yesterday. They said that it is a festival and it must be more festive. Mr. Jiang, let's sit in the study room?"