"Okay—hang it up!"
Crash!
This time, another long piece of cloth was hung up again.
Many students read it out immediately:
"Autumn Night in the Mountain"
"After the rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late."
"The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks."
"The bamboos rustle with the sound of returning washerwomen, and the lotus leaves stir with the sound of fishing boats."
"Let the spring flowers fade as they please, and the princes can stay as they please."
Finished reading a poem.
The whole audience fell silent again.
This feeling is too weird.
No one spoke, no one praised it as a good poem, and no one jumped out to shout, "What kind of bullshit is this poem?"
Quiet.
Zhong Su, who had previously written a poem to curse Lin Che, now tightly grasped his folding fan in one hand.
There was a huge wave of shock in his chest.
He wanted to shout out loud: Good poem—good, good, good! !
But he couldn't shout. He quietly glanced to the side. Senior Brother Meng Yu's face was too ugly. This, this was like the look on his face after losing three hundred thousand taels of silver, you know?
They and Lin Che are rivals, and they came here today to tear Lin Che apart.
How could he possibly cheer for Lin Che at a time like this?
No, no, absolutely not.
He had received strict training, so no matter how much he wanted to shout, he couldn't make a sound.
Unless you can't help it.
The first one who couldn't help it was Gong Hua Chao.
Her beautiful face turned pale, then red. She stood up and shouted:
"Excellent! This pentasyllabic poem is absolutely the best among all the poems I have ever read. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the best pentasyllabic poem of all time! I am convinced."
After hearing what this talented woman said, a group of students began to discuss in a low voice.
But what they discussed was the wonderfulness of the poem.
No one wants to write a song that can be compared with it.
Only Mo Zhaoxue repeated it over and over again, sweating profusely. Finally, he simply moved his wrist and condensed a thousand small paper cranes.
Obviously seeking external assistance.
"Everyone—"
Lin Che spoke loudly, and then said, "If you can't beat me with this poem, I have a second one here. Do you want to see it now?"
After saying this, countless students actually looked at Meng Yu first.
Meng Yu's face turned pale as he said in a deep voice, "You all came out to challenge me together, are you expecting me to pay for it?"
Meng Yu already wanted to curse in his heart.
Three hundred thousand taels, that’s three hundred thousand taels.
That was the money his family had just sent to him, so that he could donate it in the name of the family to charity for flood control in the southern region.
Mo Zhaoxue immediately stood up and said, "Brother Meng Yu is right. We are here today to rescue Junior Brother Zhou Xianchun. Brother Meng Yu has already paid 300,000 taels. How can we just stand by and watch? We must read the next poem. Everyone, work together. We must save the people and get the money back."
Mo Zhaoxue reached into her bosom and took out a purse. Suddenly, her pretty face flushed:
"I don't have much silver with me, only one thousand taels. Take it all out. My fellow disciples, if anyone has money, please lend it to me. I'll write you an IOU now."
In such a public place.
Who would really dare to lend her money and ask for an IOU?
"Senior sister, what are you talking about? We should naturally do our part. I have two thousand five hundred taels here." A student immediately stood up.
"I have seven hundred taels here. We must not let this kid look down on our academy!"
"I have eight thousand taels—"
"Humph, I still don't believe it. He can create such a masterpiece. I'll give you five thousand taels."
For a time, many students paid money with great enthusiasm, as if they were afraid of falling behind.
Lin Che looked at the table in front of him and saw more and more banknotes, and he was very happy.
This is the source of wealth.
This is his skill point!
Therefore, the value of poetry and songs lies in their added value.
If he had this famous poem that has been passed down through the ages, who would pay 100,000 taels to buy it, and who would pay 200,000 taels to buy it?
It’s different now, they are scrambling to pay.
In a short while, two hundred thousand taels of silver notes were in hand.
"Very good, two hundred thousand taels of silver notes, that's enough."
"Then everyone, please pay attention to my second five-character regulated verse - "Spring Thoughts"
Lin Che began to write quickly.
This time, he even turned the direction so that everyone could see each word clearly.
[The country is ruined, but the mountains and rivers remain. The city is overgrown with grass in spring.]
[The flowers shed tears when they feel sad, and the birds are frightened when they are separated.]
[When war rages for three months, a letter from home is worth a thousand pieces of gold.]
My white hair is getting shorter and shorter, and I can hardly hold a hairpin.
Just hung.
A large number of students in the audience stood up again.
Many people were excited and recited it over and over again.
Gong Huachao also stood up, muttering, "The war has been going on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold."
suddenly.
With a humming sound, the righteous energy in her body suddenly surged.
It's obviously been elevated to a higher level.
Lin Che saw it all and never imagined that the poem he copied had such power.
"You... need to pay more!!"
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