Chapter 29 The greatest function of poetry is that it has no effect
"Because we are poor. Since a poem can sell for a hundred guan, why not sell it? What is the use of poetry if you can't eat or drink it?"
Jiang Fan poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, looked at Lin Wanqing sitting opposite, and said matter-of-factly.
Su Xiaonuan and others have been arranged by Jiang Fan to go out. One thousand guan in coupons were given to Su Xiaonuan and others 500 guan, and Su Xiaonuan and others were asked to go separately to purchase food, meat, salt, etc.
Series of daily necessities.
Jiang Fan himself took Lin Wanqing to a random restaurant, ordered a few side dishes, and prepared to enjoy the delicacies of this world.
As a result, as soon as he sat down and ordered the dishes, Lin Wanqing asked him with a confused look why he wanted to sell poems.
Do you even need to ask? Isn’t it stupid?
I'm not selling for money, am I still doing it for my dream?
Lin Wanqing pouted and said, "I have never seen someone like you. Reciting poems and writing lyrics shouldn't be an elegant thing for you?"
"What's so elegant? If you don't even have enough to eat, why are you playing with elegance? If you have money, you can be arrogant. If you don't have money, you can only be restrained. For me, the biggest effect of poetry is actually that it has no effect.
."
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"Nonsense! We, the scholars, uphold the will of God and the hearts of the people, how can we use those copper-smelling things to pollute ourselves!"
Suddenly, a stern scolding came from the table next to him.
With the sound of banging on the table, a scholar stood up and stared at Jiang Fan with an angry face.
The scolding sound was quite sudden and the volume was so loud that the originally noisy lobby of the small restaurant instantly became quiet.
The few diners at the few tables subconsciously looked towards Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan, with a look of astonishment on his face, turned to look at the Confucian scholar standing on the table next to him, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
Are you sick? Is this me provoking you?
"What! You have nothing to say, right? Listen to what you just said? The biggest function of poetry is that it is useless? I don't know what to say! Who do you think you are?! What qualifications do you have to comment on poetry?
Comment! Being so arrogant is simply a shame for our scholars!”
Seeing Jiang Fan staring at him without saying a word, Lu Zhaoling took it for granted that Jiang Fan was so embarrassed by what he said that he was speechless.
He couldn't help but feel proud. He glanced at Lin Wanqing from the corner of his eye and found that Lin Wanqing was also staring at him blankly, so he couldn't help but become even more excited.
Just when Jiang Fan came in, Lu Zhaoling noticed the stunning Lin Wanqing next to Jiang Fan.
At one glance, it was like seeing a heavenly being! My heart felt like a cat scratching me instantly!
When he was thinking about how to strike up a conversation, he didn't expect that the other party actually gave him such a grand reason!
Lu Zhaoling is very happy!
Thinking about his status as the legitimate son of the Lu family in the south of the city, although he is nothing in this Heyang city, it is still very simple to make a common woman fall in love with him.
And just looking at Jiang Fan and Lin Wanqing's plain clothes, they definitely couldn't be nobles!
"I'm just very surprised. I'm eating at my own table and chatting with my friends. What's none of your business? Why do you suddenly jump up and howl? Do I know you?"
Jiang Fan rolled his eyes and said.
"You! You actually said filthy words! How shameless! We, as scholars, travel between heaven and earth, and when we encounter injustice on the road, we speak out for justice! Is it still reasonable for you to insult poetry?"
Lu Zhaoling didn't expect that Jiang Fan would dare to be so rude to him, so he said angrily.
"You're such an interesting person, why did I insult the poems? Are you desecrating yourself with something that smells like copper? Your brain was squeezed by the door or kicked by a donkey? What do you use to pay the bill when you sit here to eat? Do you use these inexplicable so-called principles of yours?
?”
Jiang Fan said speechlessly.
In fact, if he were in his own world, Jiang Fan's temper would be somewhat cautious and submissive.
But in this world, Jiang Fan doesn't have much sense of belonging for the time being. It's more like he's dreaming, so he will subconsciously do whatever he wants in his words and deeds.
Lu Zhaoling was stunned for a moment, unable to realize what Jiang Fan meant.
It only took a moment before the restaurant lobby burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha, your brain was kicked by a donkey? Ouch, what kind of witticism is this..."
"What this little guy says is really interesting. How can he settle the bill with reason? I'm afraid he'll be beaten to death by the shopkeeper, right?"
"Perhaps that person is too stupid to study and his brain is not working well, or, as the little brother said, he was squeezed out by the door?"
All kinds of discussions, accompanied by laughter.
Lu Zhaoling finally came to his senses. The other party was calling him stupid!
His face turned red instantly, and he couldn't help but cursed: "How outrageous! A mere humble commoner! How dare you insult the nobles! Don't you want to live? Look at your shabby appearance! The whole body is worth ten in total."
Coins! No wonder my mind is full of stupid things!"
"Zhao Ling, please bear with your temper."
The scholar sitting at the same table as Lu Zhaoling couldn't help but frown and spoke.
At the same time, he turned to look at Jiang Fan and continued: "Brother, the biggest role of poetry is that it has no effect. This sentence is full of Zen meaning. My friend was so anxious that he didn't understand it more deeply. It's his fault. But you said something rude.
"To speak too much, to be sarcastic and mean is not the behavior of a gentleman. I hope you can apologize to my friend."
Jiang Fan was even more speechless, curled his lips, and said: "Sure enough, only a wolf can commit adultery, and only a nest of snakes and rats can live together. What kind of people make what kind of friends? It was obviously your friend who provoked me first.
But now you ask me to apologize? How can a person be so shameless?"
The scholar's face stiffened, and he clasped his hands and said: "Brother, what you said is wrong. Right is right, and wrong is wrong. It doesn't change depending on the distance of the relationship. There is nothing wrong with my friend's evaluation of you. Brother, your words are ridiculous. I
It's for your own good that my friend is vigilant towards you. It's just that some good advice may be offensive to your ears, so it's normal for your brother not to listen to it, but you shouldn't speak harshly."
"If you want to be biased, just say so, but you still have to whitewash yourself in a high-sounding way. Isn't it hypocritical?"
Jiang Fan stood up, looked at Lu Zhaoling again, and then said: "I am so disgusted by people like you that I can't eat anymore, but since you think I insulted poetry, you must like poetry very much, so before leaving,
, I’ll give you a poem.”
The lobby of the restaurant became quiet again, and the eyes of the diners at several tables were all focused on Jiang Fan.
"A needle is hammered a thousand times and turned upside down."
Jiang Fan read the first sentence with a smile.
Huh? He writes about needles? But this poem...is too straightforward?
The diners in the restaurant couldn't help but look at each other.
Lu Zhaoling looked sarcastic.
Jiang Fan seemed completely unaware and continued to mutter: "The eyes are on the buttocks. They only recognize clothes... but not people."
What?!
The sarcastic look that had just appeared on Lu Zhaoling's face froze instantly, and he stood blankly on the spot.
This is not writing about needles at all...this is satirizing him!
He had just despised Jiang Fan's clothes for being worthless, and now he was scolded by him by writing a poem on the spot?!
And the scolding is so... straightforward?! What does it mean to have eyes on your butt?! Is it so harmful?
Even people who have never read the book can recite it fluently just by listening to it once or twice, right?!
This... isn't this going to make yourself infamy for eternity?!
Once this poem spreads and people ask about the allusion of this poem, what kind of face does Lu Zhaoling have?
This is... too cruel!
The diners in the restaurant had obviously thought of this, and the original look on each other's faces had been replaced by shock!
How could someone be so smart?! In just a few breaths, he could write such a satirical poem that was extremely suitable for the occasion? And because of the genius of the last two lines, the quality of this poem is extremely high!
Where did this monster come from?!
Suddenly, the entire restaurant was completely silent, and you could hear falling leaves!