Jiang Fan tilted his head and asked Lin Wanqing beside him.
"This scholar also participated in the previous Fujiang Yuan Poetry Club, but he didn't show much performance from beginning to end, so Brother Jiang Fan may not have much impression on you."
Lin Wanqing said.
"I see."
Jiang Fan suddenly understood, and at the same time walked forward, stretched out his hand to help the scholar up.
"Oh, thank you, brother, for making me laugh. These southerners are really...eh? It's you!?"
The scholar stood up passively with Jiang Fan's support. Just as he was about to say thank you, he saw Jiang Fan's appearance clearly and couldn't help shouting.
"Brother, do you know me?"
Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"We know! Of course we know each other! Not long ago, at the Fujiang Garden Poetry Festival, some of Xiongtai's poems were amazingly talented, and Wansheng was there at the time! It's just that Wansheng didn't have any good works, so Xiongtai probably didn't notice Wansheng!"
The scholar looked excited.
"Ha, that's a coincidence. I don't know what happened to my brother? Why was he thrown out of it? If someone is making trouble, you can go directly to the street patrol officer. The officer will come forward to deal with this kind of thing.
Adjustment will definitely give Xiong a fair result."
Jiang Fan said with a haha.
The reason why I stepped forward to help the scholar was actually to see the transformation progress of the street patrol officers.
If it had been in the past, the street patrol officers would not have even looked at such a small dispute.
But now, according to Jiang Fan's request, if the street patrol officers dare to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, then dismissal will be the only consequence.
In Jiang Fan's concept, if you can't do things well, it's a matter of ability, but if you don't do things, it's a matter of attitude.
If there are problems with abilities, they can be cultivated slowly, but if there are problems with attitude, they will be killed without mercy.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Jiang Fan's suggestion, the young scholar's face turned red and he said calmly: "I'm not as skilled as others, so I have nothing to say. It's true that we made a bet, and whoever loses will be thrown out. This kind of
If we turn to the street patrol officials again, we will be laughed at by those southerners in the teahouse."
"Uh, what's going on? Isn't it convenient for me to tell you?"
Jiang Fan frowned and asked.
"Hey, it's not really a big deal. It's just that a few talented people came from Jinling. They said they wanted to compete with us scholars in Heyang City on their ability to write poems and lyrics. They came yesterday, and after a whole day, we
The scholars in Heyang City really failed miserably, and I felt dissatisfied, so I wanted to give it a try today, but in the end... after all, my skills were inferior to others, so the loser can be regarded as convinced."
The young scholar looked helpless.
However, after the words fell, the whole person suddenly froze for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, staring directly at Jiang Fan.
"Brother...what's wrong?"
Jiang Fan was a little panicked as he was being stared at.
"It's nothing! Brother! The fundamental reason why the southerners come to provoke our talented people in Heyang City is because of you! I was thinking before that these southerners are so arrogant, why don't you come and teach them a lesson, brother?"
Where are they! Then they meet you! Brother! You are finally here! If you don’t come again, we scholars in Heyang City will really be embarrassed!"
The young scholar grabbed Jiang Fan's arm with excitement on his face.
Such a reaction left Jiang Fan confused.
"Wait a minute...what does this matter have to do with me? Why is it just because of me?"
Jiang Fan asked in shock.
"Brother! Do you still remember those poems you wrote at the Fujiang Garden Poetry Meeting? You were praised by the masters on the spot as the best poet in our Zhou Dynasty. After this matter spread to Jinling, the talents in Jinling were very dissatisfied.
I think our Heyang City is exaggerating and has no knowledge."
"So these Jinling talents chose to come to our Heyang City and set up something similar to a poetry arena, just to prove that our Heyang City's previous evaluation of your poetry, brother, as the number one in the Zhou Dynasty is a joke.
!Brother, do you think this matter has anything to do with you?"
The young scholar said with a wry smile.
"Ah? Isn't this just because you're full? Just for such an inexplicable reason, you came to Heyang City from Jinling?"
Jiang Fan was a little hard to understand.
"Who says it's not? But there are so many powerful people in Jinling City, and many talented people are actually from powerful backgrounds. There is no need to worry about food. Apart from reciting poems and writing poems and being arty, there is nothing else to do every day.
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The young scholar gave another wry smile and continued: "In addition, the talented people in Jinling have always looked down on our scholars in the north. Since the imperial examination was launched, the number of scholars in the south who can get on the list is far more than that in the north. So we in Heyang
Several masters in the city directly call you the most talented poet in Zhou Dynasty, which will naturally make those Jinling talents unhappy."
"So it makes sense to come all the way here just to attack the scholars in Heyang City. After all... the scholars in the south have always been so aggressive."
Isn't this too childish? You are not three-year-olds...
Jiang Fan couldn't help but scratch his head and subconsciously looked up at the second floor of the teahouse.
The Jinling talented man standing by the window was dressed in silk and satin and looked very wealthy.
"Brother Jiang Fan, it sounds interesting. Let's go in and have a look."
Lin Wanqing on the side said with excitement.
"Yes, brother! Go up and teach those southerners a lesson! That's so arrogant! It makes no sense to say that we people in Heyang City are country people who have never seen the world! There are actually people from Heyang City like us.
It’s really hateful for scholars to follow and help others!”
As he said that, the young scholar looked directly up to the second floor of the teahouse and shouted at the rich and talented man by the window: "Yu Wencheng! Don't be proud! I'm not as good as others, I admit it! But I can't represent He.
The level of Yang talents! The person next to me is the talented scholar who was previously rated as the number one poet in the Great Zhou Dynasty! He is our benchmark in Heyang!"
What?!
Brother, what are you making a fuss about? I haven’t agreed yet! Why did you just call the number for me?
Jiang Fan's eyes suddenly widened.
"Oh? Are you finally no longer cowering like a turtle? It's really not easy. Now that you're here, let's come up quickly so that we can see what the so-called first-rate poets of the Zhou Dynasty really are."
The wealthy scholar named Yu Wencheng looked at Jiang Fan with a contemptuous smile and said.
On the second floor of the teahouse, laughter full of ridicule clearly sounded.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but look at the young scholar helplessly.
"Come on, brother! The face of our Heyang City rests entirely on you! We must severely suppress the arrogance of these southerners!"
The young scholar shook his fist towards Jiang Fan and said with excitement.
Yes, your region's concept of honor and disgrace is quite strong...
Jiang Fan sighed and could only lead Lin Wanqing into the teahouse.