A dozen people worked for almost half an hour to stamp 5,000 pieces of paper.
Dusk.
The side hall of the County Marquis Mansion was noisy.
"Heitan Tou, put down the chicken head!" Cheng Chumo stretched out his chopsticks to grab the chicken head.
"Why!" Yuchi Baoqi didn't give in at all.
"If I eat this chicken head, I will definitely come first in the poetry competition." Cheng Chu raised his head silently and looked at Yuchi Baoqi.
Cheng Chumo didn’t know why his father was so crazy. When he came back from the court today, he even asked him to attend the poetry meeting.
It is said that if you win the first place, there will be a big reward.
Does his old Cheng family have the gene for poetry?
Cheng Yaojin also knew that Cheng Chumo had only half a bucket of water, so he still let him try his luck.
What if the blind cat encounters a dead mouse and gets inspired?
When Yuchi Baoqi heard that Cheng Chumo was going to attend the poetry gathering, he almost spat out his rice and his eyes widened.
"Pfft... Cheng Dalian, are you kidding me?"
"You don't know a few words, how dare you go to a poetry meeting?"
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Even Wang Jian looked at Cheng Chumo with a strange expression.
No need to think about it, Cheng Yaojin must have instigated it. Cheng Chumo was quite self-aware and would not take the initiative to do such a shameful thing.
"Whoever is kidding you, give it to me!" Cheng Chumo's face turned red when everyone stared at him.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you." Yuchi Baoqi waved his hands and let go of his chopsticks.
Then he said with a bad smile, "Cheng Dalian, on the day of the poetry meeting, I will definitely bring a few more people to cheer you up."
Cheng Chumo composed a poem in front of everyone, and Shiting in public makes no difference, both are embarrassing.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make fun of Cheng Dalian.
Seeing that no one thought highly of him, Cheng Chumo looked at the chicken heads in the bowl and instantly felt that they didn't taste good.
The next day.
After the court meeting, Wang Jian immediately took the rice paper to the Ministry of Rites.
"Wang Jian, is this high-quality paper made in Majiazhuang?"
Dou Lukuan held up the rice paper with both hands, feeling the texture brought by his hands, with a look of shock on his face said.
This batch of paper is as white as snow and has excellent thickness, even better than the best white paper currently on the market.
"Yes, Majiazhuang's paper will be officially sold in the second half of the year." Wang Jian nodded.
"How much does it cost?"
"Two coins a piece."
"So cheap!"
Doulu Kuan was overjoyed , he stood up and walked to Wang Jian, saying with a smile on his face.
"Wang Jian, when the time comes, you have to sell some to the Ministry of Rites. From now on, the office of the Ministry of Rites will be closed."Use Majiazhuang rice paper. ”
Doulu Kuan’s reaction was also within Wang Jian’s expectation
There is no reason why Majiazhuang rice paper should not be popular due to its high quality and low price.
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As the time for the Poetry Festival gets closer, there are many people dressed as scholars in Chang'an City.
Most of these people are wearing brocade robes. The money was also extremely generous, and there were servants following them.
Pingkangfang was the venue for the poetry meeting, and there were many brothels and wine shops.
This group of slaves. Scholars from all over the place gathered there.
The brothels and wine shops inside were full every day.
A group of scholars drank fine wine and were at odds with each other. The acquaintances read poems loudly.
The poetry meeting was already very lively.
On the main road of Pingkangfang, a dozen scholars raised their heads and raised their faces. The sky was full of joy.
In front of them was a young man wearing a green shirt and holding a paper fan.
The other people were centered on him. Give him a compliment.
"Brother Zijun, you are the number one genius at Luzhou Academy, and you must be the leader of this poetry meeting. ”
“Senior Brother Zijun’s feat of writing three poems a day is now a favorite story in our academy. ”
“Master Zou said that Brother Zijun was unparalleled in talent and love, and was his most proud disciple. "
Although the young man in green shirt who was complimented remained calm on his face, the corners of his mouth were already raised.
He put away the paper fan and pointed at the complimenting classmates on both sides. < /p>
"Brothers, this poetry meeting is when we become famous! "
Opposite them, a group of young scholars also came over.
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The leader is a man wearing a green silk veil. , a young scholar holding a paper fan.
Next to the young scholar is a skinny young man with a white robe.
The skinny boy leaned into the young scholar's ear and whispered. He said in a voice.
"Brother Chen Lun, the man opposite is from Luzhou Academy. The man at the front is called Liu Zijun. He is quite talented. ”
“Luzhou Academy is one of our strong rivals at Jiangzhou Academy. "
After the skinny boy finished speaking, the people walking next to him said disdainfully.
"What are you afraid of? Brother Chen Lun is Mr. Chu's favorite student. He is just a Luzhou academy. How can he be our opponent? "
"That's right, Brother Chen Lun is still the number one genius in our Jiangzhou Academy. He came to Chang'an to participate in the poetry meeting this time because he was rushing to raise funds. "
A calm smile appeared on Chen Lun's face.
He opened the paper fan to stop the classmates beside him from talking nonsense.
"LowAdjust it a bit, and don’t underestimate the people of the world. "
Chen Lun's attitude made his image even taller in the eyes of his classmates.
Talented, yet humble and low-key, how could anyone else be Chen Lun's opponent.
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The two academy men spoke without deliberately lowering their voices.
Many local scholars from Chang'an on the street looked at them with disdain.
" Phew, what a bunch of country bumpkins! What a shameless talk! "
"How can those who sit in a well and look at the sky know how deep the water in Chang'an City is. "
"..."
People from Jiangzhou Academy and Luzhou Academy disapproved of being pointed out by local scholars in Chang'an.
The strong ones all They are being discussed.
Those who are not envied are mostly mediocre people.
As more and more voices are pointed out from both sides, their heads are raised higher.
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County Marquis Mansion
Not long after Wang Jian came back from duty, Li Chengqian and Li Lizhi came over.
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Chumo, Yuchi Baoqi and Fang Yiai also came together
Good guys
These people plan to treat the County Marquis Mansion as their second home.
Especially Cheng Chumo and the other three bastards, they always come here with their hands full.
Their abilities are not as good as those of Xue Rengui and Erdan, but their appetites are better.
Yaodan felt distressed and began to encourage Wang Jian to collect food expenses for the three of them.
In the kitchen, Sister Hua was leading someone to cook. The aroma of food filled the entire County Marquis Mansion.
When Li Lizhi saw Cheng Chumo and the others approaching, she wrinkled her nose and immediately put her hands on her hips and shouted.
"What are you three doing in the County Marquis Mansion? Do you want to take Brother Wang to that weird place again? "
In Li Lizhi's mind, the three of them are uneducated scum.
And if the three of them get together, nothing good will happen.
"How dare we? We came here this time to cheer Brother Wang up. "Cheng Chumo said with a frown.
"Your Highness, you have wronged us. Chumo will also attend the poetry meeting tomorrow. "Fang Yiai patted Cheng Chumo on the shoulder, with a proud look on his face.
Fang Yiai secretly laughed in his heart.
Cheng Chumo is full of bad ideas. She has been nagging in his ears for two days, wanting to drag him and Bao Qi to attend the poetry festival.
Li Lizhi seemed to have heard a big joke. She glanced at Cheng Chumo without mercy. Ridicule.
"Haha, Cheng Chumo, I am not here to attack you. You will definitely be embarrassed if you participate in the poetry meeting. ”
After saying that, he ignored these three bastards.Li Lizhi walked up to Wang Jian and asked expectantly.
"Brother Wang, tomorrow is the poetry meeting. How are you preparing?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I am ready." Wang Jian nodded and said.
With Li Lizhi’s title, he had already thought of the corresponding poem.
Even if the title of the poem is changed, he is not too afraid.
I have a lot of stocks in my mind, and I basically have verses corresponding to the popular themes of the poetry meeting.
"That's good." Li Lizhi nodded assuredly.
March 15th is coming soon.
The long-awaited poetry meeting has officially begun!