The man said, "This poem was written by a talented man from Jiangnan named Li Xianyu. Mr. Li ranked 17th in the imperial examination this year."

The people below shouted: "What poem did Master Li write? Read it quickly..."

The person on the stage smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll read it to you right away."

"Struggle for Spring: On a sunny morning, I look at the beautiful green lakeside, and the scenery is so new. The whispering willows startle me from my dream, and thousands of reds and purples are all competing for spring."

"good……"

"Good poem..."

The onlookers all said hello.

Someone on the high platform said, "Mr. Li's poem "Struggle for Spring" is currently the best work tonight. Mr. Xu of Jinglan Teahouse said that he would reward Mr. Li with 100 taels of silver. If anyone can produce a poem of the same quality, Mr. Xu will also reward him with 100 taels of silver."

"Mr. Xu is really generous in selling..."

"Mr. Xu is so generous..."

The people watching outside cheered.

Now the palace examination has not been carried out yet, and these poetry gatherings are only hosted by students and some businessmen. Officials want to avoid suspicion and will not participate in these poetry gatherings now.

The poetry competition would only become lively after the palace examination was over, and would be attended by almost all officials.

Zhang Hulan asked, "Is it so easy to make money? One hundred taels for one poem?"

Ye Hongyun chuckled, "Easy to make money? Do you think writing poetry is that easy?"

Zhang Hulan touched the box and was thinking something in her mind.

Although she couldn't write poetry, she had read a few poems before...

Zhang Hulan asked: "Do they have any requirements for writing poems?"

Ye Hongyun suppressed his laughter and asked, "Why, are you really planning to write a poem?"

Zhang Hulan said, "If it's easy and not difficult, I'd like to give it a try. If I can really earn a hundred taels, I'll treat you to a delicious meal."

"Okay, you said it!" Ye Hongyun immediately asked the people around him, "Hey, do you know what the requirements are for writing poems at the poetry gathering tonight?"

The person being asked saw that the person asking her was a woman and didn't want to pay any attention to her.

But when he saw that Ye Hongyun was noble and had several maids and servants serving her, he said, "It is the Spring Examination, and tonight's poems should be about spring."

Ye Hongyun looked at Zhang Hulan, raised an eyebrow and asked, "How is it? Can you write a poem?"

Theme: Spring?

There are so many poems with the theme of spring, and Zhang Hulan is wondering which one is more suitable.

Seeing Zhang Hulan thinking seriously, Ye Hongyun felt like laughing even more, and his eyes were full of teasing.

Zhang Hulan thought for a while, then asked, "Where can I write poetry?"

Ye Hongyun's eyes widened, "You really want to write a poem?"

Zhang Hulan raised her eyebrows, "Are you taking me for a joke?"

They were talking loudly, and some people around heard them, so someone said, "If you have any poems, go to the front, where there are tables, pens, inkstones, and paper. Write down your poems, and someone will take them to the teahouse for the people inside to appreciate."

Write it yourself?

Zhang Hulan hesitated for a moment. She couldn't write well with a brush, so she decided not to show it off in public.

So she looked at Zhang Xiaojun and said, "Xiaojun, go and help me write it."

Zhang Xiaojun and everyone else stared at Zhang Hulan with wide eyes. Zhang Xinyue said happily, "Mom, you can write poetry too!"

Zhang Xiaobing's eyes were full of admiration, and he did not even doubt Zhang Hulan.

Zhang Hulan has a particularly tall image in Zhang Xiaobing's mind. He feels that there is nothing his aunt will not do.

Zhang Hulan whispered the poem she had thought of to Zhang Xiaojun in his ear.

Zhang Xiaojun's eyes widened after hearing this. He looked at Zhang Hulan in disbelief, "Auntie, did you write this poem?"

Zhang Hulan's face didn't blush at all. "Could it be someone else?"

"Write it down quickly. If you can get reward money, we can go out and have something delicious," Zhang Hulan urged.

Ye Hongyun held Zhang Xiaojun and asked, "What poem did your aunt write? Read it out loud for me to hear. If it's too bad, don't write it, so as not to embarrass her."

Zhang Hulan glared, "You don't think highly of me?"

Ye Hongyun said: "How can I be confident in you? If I ask you to compete in cooking or planting crops, I guarantee that I will have confidence in you. But writing poetry..."

Zhang Hulan rolled her eyes at Ye Hongyun, then pushed Zhang Xiaojun over to write a poem.

Zhang Xiaojun squeezed to the front, and Zhang Xiaobing also wanted to squeeze over to see, but he was stopped by others and he couldn't squeeze through at all.

When Zhang Xiaojun walked to the table and picked up the brush, people who were nearby immediately gathered around him.

Although Zhang Xiaojun only went to school for one year, his handwriting is pretty good, at least better than Zhang Hulan's.

Zhang Xiaojun suppressed his nervousness and wrote stroke by stroke, while someone beside him read the poem aloud in a low voice.

"Evening view of the spring river."

"Outside the bamboos are three or two branches of peach blossoms. The ducks know first when the spring river water warms up."

"The ground is covered with mugwort and the reed shoots are short, which is when the pufferfish are about to come up."

This poem is easy to understand. In just four short sentences, it includes many kinds of spring riverside scenery, including bamboo forests, peach blossoms, river water, ducks, artemisia selengensis, and reed sprouts, fully showing the vigorous vitality of spring.

"Good poem, good poem..."

The onlookers cheered again.

There was someone guarding the door of the teahouse. When they saw Zhang Xiaojun writing poems, the onlookers cheered and that person came forward to see.

After reading the poem, my eyes also shone with light.

"Wait a moment, young master. I will take the poem in and show it to the people inside."

After saying this, the man took the manuscript of the poem into the teahouse.

People outside had already spread the poem. Ye Hongyun stared at Zhang Hulan as if he had seen a ghost.

"You can really write poetry?"

"And you did it so well?"

Zhang Xinyao and her two sisters and Zhang Xiaobing and Shanzi all looked at Zhang Hulan with stars in their eyes.

Just as Zhang Hulan was about to pretend, a voice sounded behind them, "I didn't expect Zhang Tunjian's poems to be so good. Qin admires him."

Zhang Hulan and Ye Hongyun turned around and saw that it was Prime Minister Qin.

Ye Hongyun asked, "Master Qin is here to watch the poetry gathering as well?"

Qin Bingrong smiled and said, "I have nothing to do, so I came out for a walk. I heard there is a poetry gathering here, so I came to see if this year's students can come up with any good poems."

Qin Bingrong then looked at Zhang Hulan and said, "I never thought that Zhang Tunjian is quite knowledgeable in poetry."

Zhang Hulan said hurriedly, "Master Qin, you are too kind. I have no knowledge of poetry. I just had a sudden inspiration."

Qin Bingrong felt that Zhang Hulan was being modest, and he looked at her with approval and appreciation.

The door of the teahouse opened again, and the man who had taken the manuscript of the poem came out. He said to Zhang Xiaojun, "Sir, the other gentlemen inside and Mr. Xu invite you in to have a chat."

Zhang Xiaojun scratched his head and said, "I didn't write this poem. I just wrote it for someone else."

The man was startled and asked hurriedly, "Who wrote this poem? Is it here?"

Zhang Xiaojun replied: "My aunt did it."

The man was stunned again, "Aunt? Was this poem written by a woman?"