In the restless crowd, the corner of Xia Shang's clothes was grasped by his white and tender little hands, but the Yazhi people couldn't see it.
There were really too many people, and I didn’t know how sacred that girl Xian’er was to attract so many people to watch.
The literati who were rarely seen on weekdays were gathering from all directions like crows that had found food.
There is news from the front that there is no limit to the questions in the admission test, as long as you can prove that you have practical knowledge.
Or pay an admission fee of two hundred taels.
It was not difficult for Xia Shang to prove his talents and he lined up with a calm demeanor.
Not long after, there was a commotion behind them.
"Let...let..."
"Where did you come from? You want to jump in line, don't you?"
"Go, go, stop talking nonsense."
A fat hand appeared, holding a piece of silver and stuffed it into the complaining scholar behind Xia Shang. Then, a little fat man came over. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed magnificently, and the gold ingot pattern on his coat flashed.
Needless to say, the aura of a wealthy man was exposed to the light, especially the two or three kilograms of gold pig plaque on his chest, which really blinded Xia Shang's titanium alloy eyes.
"Brother, join the queue."
The fat man rushed to Xia Shang, stood directly in front of Xia Shang, and then gave Xia Shang another ingot of silver.
Twenty taels!
Xia Shang had no objection and silently put the money into his arms. He didn't care about the extra person anyway.
The people in front seemed to have noticed the little fat man and were happy to let him jump in line. They were about to get the money, but they didn't want the little fat man to stop walking forward.
This time the person in front was not happy and said sour words.
“I smell like copper and I’m ashamed to be with you!”
"That's right! Since you're willing to give up money, why not enter directly with two hundred silver?"
"I'm afraid that if you want to get some good advice among the literati like us, you won't be able to achieve anything even if you just try to be opportunistic."
"Is this kind of people worthy of meeting Miss Xian'er?"
"Why don't you go back early and cut off a few pounds of fat?"
The little fat man had a good attitude and ignored those people at all, just looking around in front of him.
Although there were many people queuing up, the assessment was very fast. Xia Shang arrived at the gate of Yichun Court not long after.
This Yichun Courtyard is worthy of being the first building in Yangzhou. The building is five stories high, and there is something else inside the building. At the windows on each floor, there are beautiful girls smiling and waving handkerchiefs downstairs. In the red silk flowers all over the building,
With the support, the guests downstairs were fascinated and wanted to walk in through the wall.
"I came from the east of the city, and we met in the building. I only looked after Xian'er, and there was a breeze on my sleeves."
Someone's poem came from the front, and the girl who was doing the assessment shook her head: "Nothing."
"Hey! Why can't I get over it? Do you know who I am? My poems..."
"You still want a girl even though you have nothing to lose? Yichun Hospital will not engage in loss-making business! Get out of here!" The little fat man from before took the opportunity to sarcastically make the people around him burst into laughter.
"Damn you, fat man, how much money do you have, how big is it? I want to hear what you are capable of."
The little fat man shook the pig tag on his body: "Listen carefully!"
Walking up to the girl taking the assessment, the little fat man cleared his throat and said:
"I am a little Jindou from the Zhu family. I am only sixteen years old and have a lot of money. My family has thirty thousand hectares of fertile land and one million gold as a bed."
"puff!"
I don't know how many people laughed out loud, and the scholar who was teased before laughed even more cheerfully.
"What kind of thing is this? Can it be called poetry? It really makes us laugh!"
"Ahem!" The girl taking the assessment coughed twice, "This young man please come in."
"Please... please come in?" The scholar looked confused, "Hey! Did you make a mistake?! He can come in like this? Why can't I?"
The girl said to the scholar expressionlessly: "No need to explain."
Turning around, he turned to the little fat man with a spring-like face and a cute smile on his lips: "Sir, please nominate me on the name tag."
Every scholar who enters will have a name tag, which he needs to inscribe, so that he can arrange a seat in the building and make it easier for Miss Xian'er to recognize him.
The little fat man patted his belly, scrawled the word "Zhu Jindou" on his name tag, turned around and raised his middle finger at the scholar: "So what if you can write poetry? But you have no money. So what if you can write? But you don't
Money. So what if you can clamor? But you have no money! You are poor, so just stare at me here while I go to meet Miss Xian'er!"
These words made the scholar's face turn green with anger. When he wanted to refute, he found that everyone had already entered the building.
Xia Shang was amused for a while, feeling that this fat man really had some poetic talent and the potential to be a master of pretending.
As he spoke, it was already his turn.
Yazhi squeezed out from the crowd and looked at Xia Shang expectantly. She was afraid that the young master would stab Lou Zi, and she wished she could write a song by herself.
Xia Shang didn't say anything. He borrowed the writing brush that the little fat man had left behind, picked up the pen and paper, and wrote poems in an instant.
This splash of ink combined with human and pen shocked everyone. The handwriting on the paper was like a dragon, completely natural. The key was that Xia Shang's seemingly careless swipe made it difficult to see the start of the pen or the signature.
This must be done by a calligrapher with considerable experience.
Since he is a calligrapher, he must have practical knowledge.
The girl taking the exam was still in a daze, but Xia Shang knocked on the table coolly: "Girl, give me your name tag."
The girl was a little confused. Before she could see clearly what Xia Shang wrote, she had already handed the name tag to Xia Shang.
Xia Shang's momentum intimidated everyone. As soon as he left, people immediately gathered around to take a look.
"Who is this kid?"
Take a look at the famous brand - "Xia Chunqiu".
What an impressive name! You are definitely not an ordinary person. I don’t know what sentence to write in a pen.
"Forehead……"
When they saw the words on the table, everyone felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to describe it for a while.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
The key is the inscription at the end - Mingjueli.
…
"Master, what sentence did you write before? Yazhi didn't even read it clearly!"
"You really want to know?"
"kindness."
"Shh, I'm telling you secretly, what I wrote was 'Sister, you are so beautiful'."
"Pfft... Master, you're talking nonsense, it's definitely not true."
After walking a few steps while talking, a girl in green clothes came up from the building and said, "Xia Chunqiu, Mr. Xia, right?"
Xia Shang cupped his hands and said, "Exactly."
"Please come this way, we have prepared fine wine and delicacies for you. I dare to ask, your name is so unique, what does it mean?"
"Winter gives birth to summer and is named Spring and Autumn, which means that I can travel through the four seasons."
"Master, you are a great scholar! The slave family is polite."
The girl in green dress was elegantly dressed, spoke appropriately, and advanced and retreated appropriately. At first glance, she was not an ordinary woman in the world. Under her leadership, Xia Shang sat down at a table, with Yazhi standing behind her.
Coincidentally, on the left side of Xia Shang was the little fat man who came in first. There was already a pile of chicken bones in front of him, and his mouth was full of oil.
Seeing Xia Shang, the little fat man was also surprised. He gnawed on the chicken head and waved vaguely to Xia Shang: "Hey! You came in too? It seems you have some skills. How about we make a deal?"
While he was talking, the little fat man had already arrived in front of Xia Shang.
Xia Shang thought the little fat man was interesting, so he curiously asked: "How to trade?"
The little fat man wiped his mouth carelessly and looked at Xia Shang from side to side with his fat hands behind his back: "I think you just look like that. If you want Miss Xian'er to fall in love with you... tsk... I'm afraid it's impossible.
Although this young master is a man of extraordinary talent, it is a pity that he lacks some skills in writing and calligraphy. If there is any poetry contest later, how about I give you money and you compose a poem for me?" (To be continued)