"It is said that in the far east of the Great Zhou, there is a city called Jinxi City."
"There is a family in the city who have been farming for generations."
"Suddenly one day, this child, who had never touched a brush, ink, paper, or inkstone, let alone a single day of private school, started crying and making a fuss, refusing to stop."
"His father asked for a long time before he stammered and said he wanted a brush, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Father wanted to teach him a lesson. What's this kid from a farming family doing?"
"But, because the child was crying, there was really nothing I could do. I had to borrow pen, ink, paper and inkstone from a neighbor."
"This child, who had never been to school for a day, wrote four lines of poetry immediately!"
"And he inscribed his name on it - Zhao Ritian."
"His father was illiterate and couldn't understand, so he had to invite an old scholar from the village."
"The old scholar was surprised to learn that the poem, which was about supporting parents and uniting the clan, came from the hands of a five-year-old. He immediately called his friends to appreciate the beautiful verses together."
"From then on, Zhao Ritian would instantly compose a beautiful poem about anything he pointed at. He immediately became famous throughout Jinxi."
"And then, at the age of eleven, he passed the imperial examination and became a scholar. His reputation as a child prodigy spread throughout the Great Zhou!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone started to argue loudly: "But...but Mr. Sang, I've been thinking about this for so long that my hair has fallen out, and I've never heard of a child prodigy like Zhao Ritian..."
"Wang Ergou, you're ignorant, so stop talking nonsense. Brother Yan, let me tell you, there really is such a person. It was twenty years ago. My father told me about it. Folks, do you remember?"
"I remember, I remember this child prodigy too."
"That's right, that's what happened!"
"Wang Ergou, please shut up. It happened twenty years ago. It's normal for you to forget it."
"That's not right, Brother Xiao Yan, my grandfather seemed to have told me that this happened thirty years ago..."
“…”
Seeing everyone speaking so conscientiously, Wang Ergou touched his head, becoming even more puzzled.
Could it be that I really remembered something wrong?
Hmm...
I seem to have heard of the name Zhao Ritian.
…
Seeing the chaos below, the storyteller Sang Lao suddenly slammed the gavel.
"Bang!"
"quiet!"
"The old man continues."
"Speaking of which, after Zhao Ritian became famous, he naturally attracted the favor of countless ladies from prominent families."
"It is said that the matchmakers who came to his house to propose marriage broke down the threshold of his house."
"They are all from famous families in Jinxi City, or talented women with great reputations."
"Father Zhao was so anxious to find a good wife for his precious son that his hair turned white overnight."
"Finally, before the last black hair turned white, I picked out a good match - Yang Huaping, the daughter of the Guanlong Yang family!"
"The Yang and Zhao families have since made a marriage contract."
"I never thought that this generation's genius, Zhao Ritian, would reach the pinnacle right after his debut."
“The older I get, the less talented I become.”
"I took the exam five times in a row, but still failed to pass."
"This daughter of the Yang family is also a stunning figure. How could she be attracted to such a loser?"
"Immediately bring a hundred taels of gold and come to cancel the engagement."
As soon as the words fell.
The scene suddenly became noisy.
"Hiss! One hundred ounces of gold, how much is that worth? I can't spend it all in ten lifetimes, right?"
"Chen Laosan, is this all you have? This hundred taels of gold is enough to buy a large courtyard and support ten concubines!"
"If you ask me, it's better to strike a golden hoe and plow the land. That way you can plow the land faster and grow more crops."
"You have a hundred taels of gold, and you're still farming? Go away, go away, and don't embarrass me."
“…”
…
"Bang!"
Old Sang banged the gavel again.
"Who wouldn't be tempted by a hundred taels of gold?"
"It's enough for the Zhao family to have enough food and drink in Jinxi City, and enjoy their old age in peace without having to endure the wind and rain."
"But guess what?"
"I didn't expect Zhao Ritian to write a divorce letter immediately and said loudly—"
"This contract is not a certificate for dissolving the engagement, but a letter of divorce for me to expel you from my Zhao family!"
"Who cares about a mere hundred taels of gold?"
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on the young and poor!"
"Bang--"
The gavel rang.
Old Sang said leisurely, "To know what happens next, please wait for the next chapter!"
"Damn, Mr. Sang, you're stuck at this crucial point again!"
"Mr. Sang, you are a disgrace to the literati!"
"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't look down on the young and poor. What a domineering saying!"
"Hiss—, these words just revealed all my ambitions. I could piss myself three feet into the wind!"
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