Dong Shulan also raised her head and glared at Yan Xiwen. Yan Xiwen poured a glass of wine for Fu Xiaoguan and said with a smile, "Shulan, we are classmates and good friends. I know your alcohol tolerance very well, but please don't help him drink tonight."
"To be honest, I really want to have a drink with him. I'm not as good as him in poetry and prose, and I'm not as good as him in governing the country. I have to find something to surpass him in. After thinking about it, I think it's probably my drinking capacity. I'm afraid I can surpass him."
Everyone laughed, and Yu Wenjun also covered his mouth, thinking that Yan Xiwen had been released for two years and had become more and more talkative.
Fu Xiaoguan was also happy today. Yan Xiwen was a talented person. He really didn't mess around in Yao County. He managed Yao County very well and really took the shipyard issue to heart.
So he decided to go all out, isn't it just a matter of getting drunk?
As a man, you have to get drunk a few times in your life.
So he let go completely, drank a bottle with Yan Xiwen, and then started with Yan Beixi, taking turns to go around. As a result, Yan Linqiu came over with the bottle in hand.
"We won't say much about our thanks. Anyway, many people in Quyi and Pingling counties have erected longevity tablets for you. This is true! So no matter what, we have to drink three cups."
Fu Xiaoguan accepted all offers of wine, and occasionally he would twist the bottle and have a drink with Yan Beixi and his son. By midnight, he was already drunk.
Yan Xiaolou brought him some hangover soup. Yan Changshi winked at Yan Haochu repeatedly, and Yan Haochu burst into laughter. Then he said to his father, "How about taking him out for some tea?"
Yan Beixi's old face was radiant, and he stroked his long beard and nodded.
Yan Xiaolou helped Fu Xiaoguan to the tea room. Yan Xiwen was also seven parts drunk, so he sat down in a daze and made tea.
He patted Fu Xiaoguan's shoulder and said, "Brother-in-law, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. I've been in Yao County for two years now, and I've forgotten that I'm actually a scholar. I've been busy all day and haven't even written a single poem. Today is a good day, and I'm in a good mood. How about... write another poem for me?"
Fu Xiaoguan was a little confused and spoke in a loud voice.
"Isn't it just writing poetry? This thing is simpler than anything else..." He stood up shakily and shouted, "Pen and ink!"
When the mother-in-law, Yan Chang, heard that her son-in-law was going to compose a poem on the spot today, she thought it was great news, so she ordered the servants to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Yan Beixi watched with a smile, thinking, this kid is so drunk, how can he still write poetry?
Yan Haochu and Yan Shidao were quite surprised. They had heard that this kid could compose a poem in just three steps. He was obviously very drunk now, so the poem was unlikely to be very good.
Yu Wenjun and the other two looked at him with a mixture of anger and amusement. Yan Xiaolou stood up and walked over, wanting to support him, but unexpectedly, Fu Xiaoguan just laughed and kissed her on the cheek, "Don't worry, my husband, I'm not drunk!"
Yan Xiaolou's face flushed, and she was immediately embarrassed. "You still say you're not drunk! This is not your own home!"
Yan Xiwen laughed heartily. This brother-in-law was truly a man of temperament. He was probably the only one in the world who would disregard etiquette.
Fu Xiaoguan staggered to the desk and reached out to grab the pen, but failed. He smiled awkwardly, "Xiaolou, you should hold the pen. I, your husband... seem to be a little drunk."
Yan Xiaolou glared at him, picked up the pen, and thought happily in his heart, what kind of poem will he write?
Fu Xiaoguan put his hands behind his back and looked up at the roof.
“This poem is called “The Difficulty of Traveling””
"Listen carefully, I'm really going to write poetry!"
Yan Xiwen burst into laughter again. This was the first time Yan Linqiu saw Fu Xiaoguan write a poem. He felt itchy in his heart and wanted to slap him in the face - hurry up!
"A golden cup of clear wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate of delicacies costs ten thousand coins.
I put down my cup and chopsticks, unable to eat, and drew my sword, looking around, feeling confused.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but the river is blocked by ice; I want to climb Taihang Mountains, but the mountains are covered with snow.
When I have free time, I fish in the green stream, and suddenly I dream of the sun in the boat.
The road is difficult! The road is difficult! There are so many crossroads, where are we now?
He shook his head and slowly raised his arms, his voice suddenly rising:
“There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean.”
…
After finishing a poem about traveling, the whole room fell silent.
The original intention of this poem was to write when the Immortal Poet was expelled from Chang'an. It expresses the hardships he encountered on his political path and his indignation. At the same time, it also describes that he still hopes that one day he can realize his ambitions. It shows his optimism and heroic spirit about the future and is full of positive romantic feelings.
But that was not what Yan Beixi and the others heard.
Now that the Yu Dynasty is implementing new policies, the burden of reform falls on the shoulders of Fu Xiaoguan.
This road is the road of innovation!
This road has never been walked by anyone before, so he can only rely on his own wisdom to explore it, so this road is naturally extremely difficult to walk.
This poem expresses Fu Xiaoguan's hesitation about the path of reform, and he even wanted to give up. In his spare time, he would fish in the clear stream, and suddenly he would dream of riding in a boat at the edge of the sun. This shows that he actually had the intention to retreat.
This mentality seemed very normal to Yan Beixi. Fu Xiaoguan was not yet eighteen years old, but he was carrying such a heavy burden. If he failed, he would be ruined and cursed by everyone.
He didn't need to do this, but he still took on the burden!
So this final finishing touch shows that he has reaffirmed his faith and is determined to face difficulties head-on.
"What a saying! There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean!"
Yan Beixi's eyes lit up, and he was the first to applaud, and then the whole room burst into applause.
"This is the perseverance that a Dayu boy should have. One day, I will be able to ride the wind and waves, sail high on the vast ocean!"
Yan Xiwen looked at Fu Xiaoguan bitterly and sighed, "Boy, I'm really impressed by you. Come on, sit down and have some tea."
Fu Xiaoguan laughed heartily, acting unrestrained and uninhibited, and indeed had the demeanor of a poet, but it was a pity that he had no sword.
"I've told you many times that poetry and prose are not a big deal. If there weren't people who wrote a hundred poems in a drinking contest, I tell you, I could easily write a hundred poems too."
He staggered and sat down next to Yan Xiwen. Yan Xiwen's eyes widened and he asked, "Who can drink a hundred cups of wine and write a hundred poems?"
Fu Xiaoguan touched his nose and said, "Who... Oh, it was in a dream, I forgot."
Yan Xiwen didn't take it seriously. No one in the world could compose a hundred poems while drinking. He poured a cup of tea for Fu Xiaoguan and said with emotion, "Brother Fu, you have lofty ambitions. I will naturally do my best to follow you. But don't fly too high, or we won't be able to see your shadow. It's really lonely up there."
Fu Xiaoguan laughed and shook his head.
He picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip when Yan Haochu suddenly said with a smile, "My dear little official, your father-in-law has something he would like to ask you for help."
"Father-in-law, please speak."
"You, why don't you want to be the emperor of the Wu Dynasty?"
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