To participate in the poetry competition, one had to pay a prize of one or two taels of silver. After paying the money, a servant would bring pen and ink. After the guest finished writing, the work would be sent to Zhuangyuan Building for evaluation by scholars.
If a poem is selected, it will be posted.
Zhuangyuanlou is famous for its high vision. Even though there are many participants, it is considered good if they can perform three or two poems in the end.
As it is Chuseok, the topic is naturally:
'moon.'
"Pen!"
Wu Chushu's chest almost protruded from his clothes, and he took out the silver confidently and in a very stylish manner.
He prepared carefully for today!
Xiao Wu thinks he has good literary talent, although he hasn't written any new works recently.
But his master, Elder Zeng, is a cultured man!
It can be seen from the fact that Elder Zeng never puts down his book.
He copied this poem from his Master. When his Master wrote it, all the literati and poets praised it highly, saying that this poem is something that can only be found in heaven and rarely heard in the world!
This is Xiao Wu’s confidence!
"Is there any wine?"
"Sir, you only gave me one tael of silver. The lowest price for a pot of wine in our Zhuangyuanlou is three taels of silver..."
"I'll pay more!"
So Wu Chushu gulped down the wine, and when his face turned red, he "brewed" for a while before he could write quickly.
Judging from his unrestrained and uninhibited posture, this must be the work of the Immortal Poet.
"I heard that Elder Zeng is very talented in writing and is also known as a poetry maniac."
"Luckily there is more than one prize, otherwise I might not be able to grab it."
Student Li stepped forward, took the pen handed to him by the servant, and smiled shyly.
It's plagiarism after all.
He was too embarrassed to publicize the plagiarized poem, and was secretly happy to win a prize thanks to his ancestors' literary talent.
"Every profession has its own specialties. Young Master Li cannot be good at everything."
Wu Chushu satisfied his addiction to being a wild poet and the smile returned to his face.
Bai Jinghong and Cao Mu looked at each other and saw silence in each other's eyes.
Xiao Wu seems to really think that Elder Zeng is very talented in writing...
Have you forgotten that you killed six bandits and that was blown up into the fact that you wiped out the entire village?
at this time.
Li Mo also put it down and returned to his original place.
"What did you write?"
Ying Bing couldn't help but feel curious when she saw the servant carrying two pages of paper into Zhuangyuan Building.
He often utters some strange words and rhymes.
But I haven't seen any literary talent.
"Don't worry, it won't be a problem to bring back a prize."
Li Mo frowned.
Ying Bing remembered it vaguely.
When Li Mo was a child, Uncle Li hired a teacher.
After only three days of teaching, the teacher rejected Li, saying that he could not teach this kid.
The private school teacher came with dark circles under his eyes and a mustache, and his face was covered with Chinese characters...
".......I have been using this red string for a long time and I am quite used to it."
......
In the Zhuangyuan Building.
Famous scholars and writers in the city gathered here, reading poems sent from below and discussing with each other.
The person sitting in the first seat was actually Elder Zeng.
I have to say that our Elder Zeng has an excellent appearance. Now, sitting there in a Confucian robe, he really has the temperament of a great and noble person.
He was looking at a book with a blue cover. Strangely, the book seemed to be quite large.
"Brother Zeng, what do you think of this song?"
“Not bad.”
"What about this one?"
“It’s a good fit.”
Elder Zeng put the scroll away and put it in his arms, his expression indifferent.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed:
"Are there any poems of this level?"
"A masterpiece?"
"Tsk tsk, to make Instructor Song look like this, it must be a work of great talent."
Everyone gathered around.
However, after Song Jiaoshi was surprised, he became unhappy:
"The poem has no coherent introduction, no parallelism, and no sense of meaning."
"Sending something of this quality here, isn't that a waste of money?"
"hiss...."
Everyone looked at the poem with great interest.
“Hmm?” Elder Zeng walked forward, his face suddenly twitching and black lines appeared on his forehead.
Isn't this his masterpiece?
Someone asked him at this time:
"Brother Zeng, what do you think?"
"I'm just a passerby, and I'm telling the truth... At least your courage is commendable, and your yearning for poetry is worthy of recognition..." Elder Zeng clenched his fists in his sleeves.
Everyone looked at each other.
Given Elder Zeng's aggressiveness, he shouldn't be evaluated so mildly...
Suddenly, they found the signature on the corner:
"Wu Chushu."
I see.
“Hahahaha, if this poem doesn’t stink, then it’s actually pretty good.”
"You have courage, you have courage!"
"I think even though it's not enough to show off to others, I still should give out a prize as a little encouragement."
After looking at Elder Zeng's badge as the Elder of Jiancheng, the scholars did not look down on each other at all.
"Let's first look for a poem that can embody the literary style of Zhuangyuanlou."
"If it really doesn't work, we can only put our heads together."
Elder Zeng smiled kindly and was recalling the sect's rules, thinking about how to punish Wu Chushu.
Forget it, I won’t make excuses anymore, I’ll just go in with my left foot first.
Suddenly.
Another exclamation was heard from the side.
"Wait! This one!"
Teacher Song was surprised again, his expression was extremely wonderful.
"What's the matter?"
"Show it to Brother Zeng."
The Confucian scholar next to him was startled, and when he leaned over to take a look, his expression was immediately stunned.
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