Jia Lian finished reciting proudly, took his hands off the strings, and felt good about himself.
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Tsk, who doesn’t know how to show off?
Who doesn’t know how to brag?
What’s the big deal?
I have never been to a private school, passed the scholar examination, memorized the Four Books, or written eight-part essay, but I did not get this for nothing.
In my previous life, I passed the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination. I wrote papers, copied papers, and revised papers to graduate from college.
I can't compare with Fan Jin and Kong Yiji, and I'm not good at quoting scriptures, but I've memorized word games like poetry since I was a child. I can understand some of the tricks in between.
I dare not say anything else, sharpening a gun in battle is my specialty.
I found some bold poems to study last night, and I’m going to piece them together today to shock those of you who “read to death, study to death”, what’s so hard about it?
Copy a lot of articles from around the world and see if you can copy them.
Copy well, copy brilliantly, and the number one scholar will scream.
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The pale golden clear sunlight shines through the towering ancient trees and shines on Jia Lian Ruyu's young face, transforming into little free and floating light spots.
Literary talent and grace, people are like dragons and phoenixes.
Jia Lian smiled, cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"I'll make everyone laugh by playing tricks on my own."
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Are you kidding?
How can you let others "laugh" at this moment?
Not only did this cripple really do a hundred hollow somersaults on the single-plank bridge under the spotlight, but he also did a "backhandspring, 180° turn, straight forward somersault 540°" at the end.
, perfect landing.
After everyone was stunned, someone finally started to bite their ears and whisper.
"With such generous words, is this person really a dandy from Rongguo Mansion? He can't be a fake, right?"
"Don't they all say that the four major families are now in decline? Their descendants are unworthy, each generation is worse than the last, are they all just wastes who only know how to enjoy themselves and seek comfort?"
"Yes, these aristocratic children who were born in gold and silver nests and grew up in wealthy villages, shouldn't they have the virtue of fighting cocks, running horses, and sleeping in flowers and willows? Even if they write poems, they should only be able to write about romantic affairs.
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"I heard from people who came back from Beijing that none of the descendants of the Jia family live up to expectations. Every day, the family steals and plays with chickens, crawls on ashes, raises brothers-in-law, raises brothers-in-law. The more you do, the more you do." "Oh, you are talking too far. This person is not simple. Look at Mr. Shuyou, he is nodding his head all the time."
These people were just surprised because Jia Lian was different from what they originally expected, but for Yan Yan, they felt angry rather than surprised.
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No one hates powerful people more than him!
No one is more qualified to hate the powerful than him!
Because he is Qingliu, and Qingliu is the mortal enemy of the powerful!
He lost his father when he was young, his mother was a strict man, and his family was extremely poor. Studying was the only way for him to change his destiny.
In order to study with the old scholar from the neighboring village, he ran to the school every day before dawn with a schoolbag in one hand and a hatchet in the other, just to study early. After school, he had to work hard to collect firewood until the sun went down.
In order to raise money for his tuition, his widowed mother would weave in the dark until midnight every day throughout the year, never willing to light a lamp and waste oil.
When he was fifteen years old, although Yan Yan reluctantly passed the scholar examination, he was already an out-and-out "Golden Phoenix" in the poor village where he lived.
Fortunately, the old scholar from the neighboring village saw that he was a talented person and personally brought him to see Mr. Shuyou, which completely changed his life's destiny.
He had no money to pay for boarding and lodging at the college. Mr. Shuyou saw that he was really dedicated to learning, so he asked him to help him copy books on the pretext, but in fact, he helped support his expenses for several years.
He was grateful in his heart, but he never dared to open his belly to eat. Even after he became an adult, he was still thin. Whenever he met a tall and imposing boss or someone of the same age, Yan Yan couldn't help but feel fear.
And those nobles, have they ever suffered such hardship?
If they have never endured hardship, worked hard, or suffered hardship, they must be stupid wastes!
So this Jia Lian must be a stupid waste!
No! It should be said that Jia Lian must be a stupid waste!
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The more he thought about it, the more resentful he became. Yan Yan stood up, pointed at Jia Lian and said:
"Rubber talk!"
Jia Lian smiled and said:
"Although I have no fame, I may not stop reading. Who is not a scholar?"
"Pretentious!"
Jia Lian laughed and even quarreled:
"The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove are mad men with strong character. At that time, the world was in turmoil. 'People eat each other and change their sons to eat.' Which one of them did anything beneficial to the people of the world?
Are they pretentious?"
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When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.
During the Three Kingdoms period, Ji Kang, Ruan Ji, Shan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Liu Ling, Wang Rong, and Ruan Xian were collectively known as the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove". All of them were madmen who claimed to be noble.
The result? Ji Kang was killed by Sima Zhao, Liu Ling became a drunkard, Ruan Ji joined the court as an official, Shan Tao, Xiang Xiu, Wang Rong, and Ruan Xian eventually all joined the Sima Dynasty as officials in pursuit of fame and fortune.
But in the eyes of scholars all over the world, they are all reclusive celebrities with the most Jian'an character, and sages who do not collude with the powerful.
But he was directly despised by a powerful descendant like Jia Lian?
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Yan Yan was furious, slapped the wooden railing of the pavilion with one hand, and yelled angrily:
"What a crazy kid!
How dare you slander the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest for not doing anything beneficial to the people of the world!
I want to ask you, you, a descendant of the Zhongding clan and raised in a wealthy family, have done nothing but wrap your dead wood with silk and brocade gauze, and filled your dunghole and mud ditch with fine wine and lambs.
Besides, what else have you done to benefit the people of the world?"
When the disciples saw the always gentle and cautious second-place senior scolding Jia Lian so angrily, some secretly praised Yan Yan, while others had turned to admire Jia Lian's boldness and boldness.
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What a shameless thing!
Ever since this kid found out that I was Jia Lian of Rongguo Mansion, my nose was not a nose, and my face was not a face, so I was annoyed by him endlessly.
I did it to give Mr. Shuyou face, and I didn’t want to ruin Mr. Shuyou’s situation. This grandson really thinks that I’m ignoring you because I can’t afford to offend you, right?
Don’t go too far in bullying!
What kind of second place are you? All the books you have read for so many years have been read into the dog's belly?
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Jia Lian leisurely got up and dressed:
"What can I, a dandy, do?
It’s just that he has just taken over as the magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture. He has cultivated land in his household registration and has made money and grain in and out without any mistakes. Anyone in the yamen will be rewarded for their merits and punished for their crimes. No one will be unjustly imprisoned."
Jia Lian walked leisurely to Yan Yan:
"How could you, Mr. Yan, read so many sages' books with a heart of loving the people and benefiting the world, so that all the people in Gusu were 'smoothed with a soldering iron'!"
Seeing Yan Yan's face turned ashen, he turned to Mr. Shuyou and handed over his hand:
"There is a folk saying: 'The salt of the two Huaihe Rivers is salty throughout the world.' The salt affairs of the two Huaihe River basins affect the salt jars of the people all over the world.
‘Officials supervise business sales’ has a long history. Today’s eight major salt merchants have been colluding for many years to control the salt industry and control salt prices. You must have heard of these things.
In coastal counties closer to the salt fields, a pound of salt is sold for eight cents. In inland areas where salt is scarce, the price of salt may be as much as twenty cents.
Poor people can't afford it, and some don't know the taste of salt for months.
I went to Yangzhou this time to see my uncle Lin. Seeing that he was worried day and night, I made a little plan and arrested Jiang Chun, the leader of the eight major salt merchants.
Before I left Yangzhou, I had already reduced the price of salt in Yangzhou to five cents, which was considered as doing something within my power for the people of the world.