When you go out to hang out, you need to pay attention to the equipment. The equipment of a famous general is a white horse and a silver gun. The equipment of a knight is an iron sword and long hair. The look of a scholar and talent should be a white robe, a folding fan, a jade pendant, and a child who spreads paper and grinds ink next to his body is indispensable.
Of course, if you have enough equipment, you must also be good-looking. Otherwise, no matter how complete the equipment is, it will still be Xue Pan and not Jia Baoyu.
In both respects, Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao failed.
Tang Rucai could tell at a glance that these two were low-class coolies, and he didn't know how they got into Yuyang Tower. They must have heard the sound of music on the second floor, so they went upstairs to peek at the girl singing.
After realizing this, Tang So wanted to drive these two people out. But then, he came up with an idea...
Now that I have drunk wine and listened to music, my interest is almost gone, so it is better to play games with these two people.
"You can also compose poetry?"
Gao Feibao puffed up his chest at that time: "I just understand a little bit."
Cackling!
Miss Wan'er, who was wearing colorful clothes and dancing her waist just now, covered her mouth and chuckled. Tang Rucai suppressed her laughter, waved her hand and said: "Come on, I will serve you with pen and ink, let us also worship and worship your masterpiece."
There were seven or eight people around who were close friends with Tang Rucai, and they all stared at Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao with joking eyes. From the accent, you could tell that they were from the north. Today's articles are one in the capital and one in the south of the Yangtze River. It doesn't matter that the capital is the capital of the empire.
It is said that the south of the Yangtze River is a prosperous place where poems, books and articles are popular. As for the northern country... it has always been a barbaric and uncivilized land. It is said that the people there still drink blood like hair.
Tang Rucai was also very smart, so he thought of making a show with these two people, which really added a lot of fun to today.
"Come, I will polish ink with you two and worship your literary talents."
"Either a poem or a lyric, and if it is sung by Wan'er, it will surely shock the whole city tomorrow."
Today's poetry is mainly spread through the mouths of brothel singers, and brothels carry a lot of social functions. The gathering of literati can neither be without wine nor singers to entertain. Today, Tang Rucai and others are still playing tricks on Zhang Fei'er
Most of the people had their own ideas, everyone was laughing and joking, Wan'er spat lightly, and spit out the word "hate" from her fragrant lips.
This brought more laughter, and the young man took a sip of wine to eat the rouge on Wan'er's mouth.
Zhang Fei was breaking out in cold sweat. He was stunned, but that didn't mean he was stupid. How could he not taste what this banquet was like now?
This group of people clearly treated the two of them like monkeys!
At this time, it is time to write a poem that shocks everyone and slaps them in the face.
However, Master Zhang San is good at martial arts. Although he is interested in literature and art, he is really not good at it.
"Everyone, we were reckless and disturbed your enjoyment. Please forgive me for any rudeness."
As soon as the scene was discussed, Zhang Fei wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, Tang Rucai sneered and said, "Do you want to leave... You are so sneaky, I think you are thieves."
"If you can't write it down, take him to the official."
"Young master Tang, please submit a note to the city lord's palace and I will ask for your names."
Tang Rucai was a member of the Tang family in Qianzhou City. His family owned a silk and satin shop, and his uncle worked in the city lord's palace. Compared with Youzhou, the prosperous Yangzhou had more complete official positions and greater power.
Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao didn't expect to offend the big shots in the city just by strolling around. At this moment, he was already very angry. If it were anyone else, they would have punched him with fists as big as a bowl. However, Mr. Zhang still considers himself a scholar today.
, did not want to use force and lost his dignity as a "literary man".
"We two are not very talented and have little knowledge, so we can't do it, but if my young master is here, he will definitely be able to do it."
"Your young master...could he be trying to escape, right?" Tang Rucai.
"If you don't believe it, just let me invite my young master here..."
"Go alone, I don't believe there are people among the Northern Barbarians who can write poetry..."
At this moment, Cheng Dalei was wandering in the lobby on the first floor. Gao Feibao glanced across the stairs and immediately shouted: "Master... Master, Master, come here quickly, something happened."
"What happened?" Cheng Dalei and Liu Zhi Suying walked up to the second floor together.
"They won't let us go."
"Hey... who are you?" Cheng Dalei raised his head and glanced.
Somehow, when Cheng Dalei's eyes swept over his body, Tang Rucai felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and she shuddered.
Zhang Fei briefly explained the matter and pointed at Tang Rucai.
"Oh, it turns out I am composing poetry."
Somehow, Zhang Fei vaguely felt that Cheng Dalei's tone was somewhat excited.
"Today I will reward you with a face and show you your color."
Cheng Dalei holds the pen in his hand, his heart is racing. One of the must-do lists for time travellers, one of them must be copying poems. If he can't copy, Tang poetry, Song lyrics and Yuan music... His nine years of compulsory education will be in vain. It's just that Youzhou is remote and has no knowledge of writing.
I had no chance to show off my poetic talents.
Yangzhou is the hometown of poetry. If I pick out a poem at random, it will shock these people into jaws.
Tang Rucai and others stared at Cheng Dalei, and had already found out his origins. He was a businessman from the North. No wonder he smelled of copper and dressed like a nouveau riche. How could such a person have any poetic talent?
"Do you want to write?" Tang Rucai asked impatiently, seeing Cheng Dalei holding the pen all the time.
"Let me think about it, think about it."
"Ha! You're not as clueless as your men, are you?" Tang Rucai sneered.
It's not that Cheng Dalei can't think of it, but he doesn't know which song to copy. He has no choice but to have too much stock in his stomach. However, Cheng Dalei still has some difficulty in choosing.
That’s it, that’s it.
Cheng Dalei dipped his hands in thick ink and wrote four words on the paper.
When Tang Rucai saw it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Several other people also covered their mouths, especially Wan'er, whose face turned red from holding back.
Without him, the main reason is that Cheng Dalei's calligraphy is too ugly. He never used a calligraphy brush in his previous life, and he has not deliberately practiced it since he came to this world. In Cheng Dalei's understanding, the calligraphy is enough. This is considered good in Qingniu Mountain.
Yes, there are many illiterate people in Qingniu Mountain, at least Cheng Dalei can write. Of course, in a hometown of poetry and calligraphy like Yangzhou, the character Cheng Dalei has become an object of ridicule.
If the words are written like this, what kind of poetic talent will there be?
Some people laughed so hard that Tang Rucai suppressed his laughter and said, "Have you ever been taught your handwriting by your master?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Cheng Dalei raised his head and looked at him in confusion. He kept writing in his hand, writing a string of handwriting that looked like ghostly drawings.
Tang Rucai's eyes fell on the paper. He wanted to ridicule the other party, but when he saw the content clearly, his eyes widened.
Wrong and twisted, like a snake crawling across the paper, a string of ink characters appeared.
"Northern scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow"