"You did it on purpose!"
"It's been a while since I've seen you write poetry. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the place is packed with friends and guests. Many of you have never seen you write poetry live. If you don't write a poem to liven things up, wouldn't it be a waste of your title as the world's top writer?"
As soon as these words were spoken, many people suddenly remembered the Wofeng Daotai, who was a powerful figure who single-handedly suppressed the entire Wu Dynasty literati at the Wu Dynasty Literary Conference last year.
Even though Nangong Piaoxue had seen Fu Xiaoguan's poems and essays in the Wu Dynasty, she had never seen Fu Xiaoguan write a poem in such a short time.
Zhang Pei'er was even more excited. When she was in Linjiang, she had seen Fu Xiaoguan's Dream of the Red Chamber and heard a few poems he wrote. But now, could he really be as talented as the legend said, composing a poem in just three steps?
Youngsters like Zhang Qiyue and Wang Chaofeng had only heard of the talent of Lord Ding'an, but had never seen this gentleman compose poetry in person.
So, when Ning Yuchun said this, everyone's attention was focused on Fu Xiaoguan.
Whether it was out of admiration for his talent from people like Zhang Qiyue, or out of respect for his status from many merchants here, in short, everyone here was expecting him to write a poem.
Whether good or bad, this is a matter of great significance to them——
As merchants of low status, they were treated to a banquet by Earl Ding'an, which was already an extremely glorious occasion.
And now I can even witness Ding Anbo composing a poem with my own eyes. I can brag about this for at least three years!
Mr. Qiao Liu looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a complicated look. This young man, who was about the same age as his son, now held the high position of Taotai and had the even more noble status of Ding'an Earl.
He is skilled in business, farming, warfare, and poetry and prose... There is truly no one in the world who can match such a person!
So, what is his poem like?
Fu Xiaoguan put down his cup and rolled up his sleeves. "Isn't it just writing poetry? Let me tell you, the simplest thing in the world is writing poetry!"
This tone is a bit loud, but no one here dares to stand out and object.
Zhuo and his group of ten people had personally experienced Fu Xiaoguan's power, and the rest of the people also knew a lot about Fu Xiaoguan and had read many of his poems and articles - Yun Xiyan made a lot of money, and he had sold at least 3,000 copies of Fu Xiaoguan's poetry collection in Wofeng City!
If anyone here asks themselves honestly, they will find that it is impossible for them to write those poems and essays. Naturally, no one dares to question Fu Xiaoguan's title of the world's top writer.
"Who will grind ink for me and write for me?"
Fu Xiaoguan shouted, and Nan Shuiyun, the owner of Shuiyun Tower, quickly brought the top-quality four treasures of the study and brought them to the room. Nangong Piaoxue stood up and said without hesitation, "I will grind ink and write for you!"
She walked to the desk, carefully ground the ink, picked up the pen, and turned to look at Fu Xiaoguan.
Fu Xiaoguan nodded slightly and spoke slowly:
"A Plum Blossom, Mid-Autumn Festival and the New Year's Day."
"Recalling the Mid-Autumn Festival,
Flowers are also in the cup,
The moon is also in the cup.
Tonight, I am with you on the upper floor.
The clouds wet the screen window,
The rain wet the screen window..."
Fu Xiaoguan looked at the drizzle outside the window and recited slowly, while Nangong Piaoxue's pen fell on the paper.
Everyone looked at Fu Xiaoguan in shock——
That's how he wrote the lyrics?
For him, this is truly the simplest thing in the world!
Su Su watched with joy, liking the look of Fu Xiaoguan that shocked the entire audience.
However, Wang Chaofeng and other young men who were once from the Yi Kingdom seemed to have a huge uproar in their hearts at this moment - his name was truly well-deserved!
Then his talent for governing the world seems to come so easily and effortlessly!
They have learned a lot about the changes in Wofeng Road through various channels, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is changing with each passing day.
Even his own family has now sent people to many counties and prefectures to establish new workshops in order to gain the upper hand.
He seemed to have done nothing, but everything on Wofeng Road unfolded in an orderly and intensive manner.
This seems to be what my father meant when he said that governing a big country is like cooking a small fish.
If we look at it from a longer-term perspective, this gentleman will definitely return to the Wu Dynasty in the future... The Wu Dynasty will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes after his return.
If we start making plans in Wu Dynasty now, wouldn't we be able to move a few steps faster?
In this short moment, Wang Chaofeng, who had an extremely keen sense of business and even politics, thought a lot and thought very far.
The merchants and common people of the entire Yu Dynasty dared to bet their entire fortune on Fu Xiaoguan, so why couldn't he bet even more deeply?
He was so delighted with this bold idea that he even forgot about the issue of national boundaries.
At this moment, he looked at Fu Xiaoguan even more enthusiastically, and heard Fu Xiaoguan continue to chant:
"I want to ride the wind to ask about chemical engineering,
The road is difficult to pass.
It is also difficult to get through the letter.
The whole room is filled with only red candlelight.
Sing and be calm,
Drink and be calm."
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I simply want to ascend to heaven and question the gods, but the road to heaven is blocked! I want to send a letter, but it is impossible to deliver. There is no moon in this hall, only bright red candles.
Let us slowly drink a few cups of wine, let us slowly sing the song to the end!
This poem originally expressed the poet's resentment at his unfulfilled ambitions and lack of recognition for his talent, but when Fu Xiaoguan recited it, everyone interpreted it differently:
This poem expresses Ding'an Bo's regret for the lack of moon in this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, but in the second half of the poem he expresses his optimism and heroism!
No matter what the circumstances, this wine must be drunk and this song must be sung!
So this is calmness!
Because he has deep thoughts in his heart, he is subtle and insightful, profound and mysterious, and has a calmness that ordinary people cannot understand!
Everyone stood up and clapped wildly, and some people even cried with joy.
"Sing calmly, drink calmly... Let us all raise our glasses and follow Ding Anbo's calm journey forward!"
Ning Yuchun shouted loudly, and everyone raised their glasses. This Mid-Autumn Festival banquet reached its climax at this moment.
That night, Fu Xiaoguan got drunk again.
That night, the poem "A Cut Plum, Mid-Autumn Festival" written by Ding'an Bo spread throughout the entire Wofeng City.
Even after the banquet, Fan Shilin quickly ran back to his Piaoxiang Garden, grabbed all the musicians, composed the music for this poem that night, and gave it to a new girl named Lu Xiaofeng who had just arrived at Piaoxiang Garden.
The news that Xiushui County's rice fields had yielded 760 kilograms per mu spread throughout the night. Some were shocked, some were amazed, but most were unconvinced.
You speak as if it were true, as if I have never farmed?
Ding'an Bo is not Shennong. Even if he has great abilities, can he make the rice ears grow by half more?
The word "official" means "official". They are officials. Even if they say that the yield per mu is 10,000 catties, what can you and I do?
Alas... it's still not practical after all!
No wonder he is so calm, I am also calm when I brag!
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