Then he turned and left.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hall again, and someone immediately sighed:

"It's over! I spent ten taels of gold to get this poem, but it's useless now."

"I'm done too! I bought ten poems, but none of them have the theme of separation."

"Hasn't this always been joyful and lighthearted? Why did it suddenly change to 'sadness of separation'?"

"It seems that there is no one left tonight who can drink a cup with Miss Hongyu and talk about life."

“…”

The literati and poets started talking at once.

Zhuang Zhou finally understood.

These guys had already spent a lot of money to buy the poems from someone in advance.

Just to be able to have a drink alone with Miss Hongyu and talk about our ideals in life.

Could this girl be a master of life philosophy?

Specializing in answering people’s questions in life?

Although I was troubled by the questions that Miss Hongyu posed on the spur of the moment.

But the literati and poets obviously don't want to give up.

At this time, they would pick up the paper and pen prepared on the table, scratch their heads and frown in deep thought.

Zhuang Zhou observed for a while and finally figured it out.

If you have a poem, you can write it on paper.

Then put the poems into the basket.

Then a girl would hang the basket up and take a first look at it.

If he thought the poem was good, he would present it to Miss Hongyu in the attic.

Then Miss Hongyu will give her comments.

If someone is favored, a girl will come out and recite the poem on the spot.

Wait for everyone to judge.

Although writers look down on each other, it is still a good opportunity to encounter truly good poems.

Everyone naturally applauded.

This is exactly the purpose of the poetry competition.

After all, those who come here are all well-known people.

You have to be able to afford to play and also be able to afford to lose.

Seeing that everyone was writing poetry, Zhuang Zhou felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

After all, five strings of cash were invested!

We must find a way to make our money back.

I must meet Miss Hongyu tonight and let her be my mirror spokesperson.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou ordered:

"Ma San, please prepare your writing brush and ink!"

Ma San is still watching the fun!

Who would have thought that the head of my own village would also write poetry.

Coming to my senses, I quickly prepared paper and pen.

Zhuang Zhou held the brush awkwardly, frowned and thought for a while.

What should I write?

"Sadness of separation? Sadness of parting?"

Um!

Got it!