"100 million." Seeing Tang Hao turn his head, "Brother, I'll add another 100 million, as long as you get Zhou Lao and them done, what do you think?" ”

"This, in fact, is not a matter of money, but for the sake of my brother's suffering, I will try it reluctantly."

"Okay, good, brother is talented, little brother is deeply admired." Lan Guangyao's eyes were almost gone, if it weren't for the money, Tang Hao was afraid that he would kick it over with just one kick, laughing so disgustingly, wouldn't it affect his appetite for waiting for dinner.

Walking to the small pavilion, an extremely unpleasant sound came out of the pavilion, Tang Hao turned his head and saw the blue light with an embarrassed face.

"Hehe, composing, composing, composing." Blu-ray Yao was obviously not less affected by such maddening noise pollution just now.

For the sake of the 100 million, Tang Hao still resisted the urge to turn around and leave, and compared heavily to Lan Guangyao, Lan Guangyao nodded, and then walked towards the pavilion, but turned around and saw that Lan Guangyao was just standing there, not following, just wanted to speak.

"Haha, it's Mr. Tang who is here, Mr. Tang, you came just in time, listen to this song played by the old man, and guess what it is." Zhou Bowen saw Tang Hao at a glance with sharp eyes, and didn't give him a chance to dodge at all, so he waved at Tang Hao from afar.

Seeing that Zhou Bowen found out, Tang Hao had no choice but to walk in, and the other nine old gentlemen also looked at him with a smile.

"If my guess is correct, the old gentleman is playing a tea-picking opera."

"Oh?" Zhou Bowen looked interested, and stroked the long beard on his chin with his hand: "Mr. Tang is talented, he even understands this, I don't know if Mr. Tang knows what this is in my hand." Zhou Bowen lifted the instrument in his hand up.

Tang Hao just glanced at it and immediately laughed.

The old gentleman played the liuqin, which is generally called "earth pipa" because it is made of willow wood, and the shape is similar to the shape of willow leaves, so it is called liuqin. Tang Hao glanced at Zhou Bowen's gesture, Liu Qin was placed diagonally on his chest, his left hand held the piano, his fingers pressed the strings, and his right hand sandwiched the plectrum between his thumb and index finger, plucking the strings, and the posture was very elegant.

"Hehe, yes, you can see it at a glance, I don't know if Mr. Tang can play a song." The appreciation in Zhou Bowen's eyes is undisguised, and there are very few young people who can still know this, and it is almost impossible to see it.

The other nine old gentlemen were also looking forward to it, but Tang Hao shook his head.

"Sir, it's not that I refuse to play, it's that my posture is too strong, and I'm afraid that if I break my husband's Aegean, it will be a sin."

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, isn't it just a liuqin, I can make zuò myself, Mr. Tang, give us a few old guys a song, let us also open our ears and have long hearing." Zhou Bowen handed Liu Qin over without refusing, with a smile on his face.

Tang Hao was suddenly a little helpless, this old man was not afraid of playing a noise by himself to scare them away, but seeing that Zhou Bowen would never give up if he didn't play, he had to nod helplessly.

Took over the liuqin, an ancient Chinese musical instrument, except for the occasional trace of it in some local operas, it has almost been lost.

Touching the strings with one hand and holding the piano with the other, Tang Hao tried to talk about it, felt the sound of the piano, and nodded suddenly, the strings were tight, and the head of the piano had some white scars, which was obviously the result of long-term use.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. The melodious sound of the liuqin echoed in everyone's ears, and as soon as Tang Hao's last word fell, several old gentlemen had already closed their eyes and listened, looking intoxicated.

After a long time, Zhou Bowen opened his eyes and looked at Tang Hao with a bright look in his eyes.

"A good song of Li Bai's "Will Toast", Mr. Tang is really a great talent, a Liuqin can match an ancient poem to such a point, it is really a talent in China, an elite in Chinese studies, a fortunate thing in China, and it is a blessing for me to be a person like Mr. Tang, it is really the blessing of my China and the blessing of the nation." Zhou Bowen's praise and only praise of the Tang officials were red-faced, but a small liuqin made Zhou Bowen a national hero, no matter how thick-skinned the Tang officials were, they couldn't resist it.

"Old gentleman, don't praise me in Liao like last time, otherwise, I'm afraid I'm really going to fly."

"Haha, Mr. Tang's words are wrong, the essence of China, the culture of China, still rely on your generation, originally I was still a little worried, whether my 5,000-year-old Chinese culture will be buried with a few of our old things into the ground, today's Mr. said, when it is like a heart, let me deeply feel that the previous sorrow is purely the worry of the villain."

The other nine old gentlemen nodded their heads in agreement at the same time.

"Sir, today is my year of China, the day of the jubilation of the whole country, why not come to a poem to celebrate this day of jubilation of the whole country? The sick eye sleeps less, and the old heart feels more and is in spring. After the fire was over, there were sixty people. Zhou Bowen shook his head for a while, and before Tang Hao could answer, he had already recited a poem.

"Okay." Tang Hao took the lead in applauding.

"Please, sir." Zhou Bowen stretched out his hand and motioned for Tang Hao to come and write a poem.

"Okay." Tang Hao no longer shirks, after decades of almost pyramid scheme-like brainwashing by several literary giants, Tang Hao has gone up to 5,000 years and down to modern history, and there are almost no allusions that Tang Hao is not clear, poetry, songs and paintings, naturally no problem.

"In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu. Thousands of households always replace the new peach with the old one. ”

"Okay." Zhou Bowen took the lead in applauding: "A good song about Wang Anshi's first day, Mr.'s reading is flat and catchy, and it is really good." ”

"Mr. Tang, there's no fun just drinking poetry, it's better for everyone to sober up together, it's a lot of fun." Zhou Bowen's mention is naturally supported by the other nine elders, these old gentlemen, usually nothing more than love to the last poem or two.

Without waiting for Tang Hao to resign, Zhou Bowen had already started.

"Hu is not extinguished, the temples are autumn, and tears are empty. Who would have thought in this life, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old in Cangzhou! "According to the rules of the drinking order, if the predecessor recites the poem completely, the latter must take the same poem with the same meaning, and if it cannot be received, it is considered a loss.

Zhou Bowen's point is a bit pretentious, with the countless poems and songs in his stomach, it is estimated that he will not be able to finish it in the morning with him.

"Mr. Tang, please."

"Aren't there a few old gentlemen?" Tang Hao was a little stunned.

"No, no, it's just you and me." Zhou Bowen smiled on his face, obviously preparing to compete with Tang Hao in poetry. Tang Hao naturally doesn't like this kind of thankless thing, if he wins, Zhou Lao's face is gloomy, obviously he will not give up, there will be the next mentions, he loses, Zhou Lao will naturally think that he is deliberately releasing water, thinking about the hundreds of millions that Lan Guangyao promised himself, Tang Hao suddenly gritted his teeth, anyway, there is nothing to do today, so he will play with these old men.

"The poems recited by Zhou Bowen are heartfelt (Lu You), and the meaning of the words has a sense of tragedy and desolation, if you recite other poems, without this meaning, you will naturally lose."

"In the Qin period, the bright moon and the Han period, the Long March has not been returned. But to make the dragon city fly will not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. The poems of the two hands belong to the same meaning, both of them are unextinguished and unwilling, but the former one has the meaning of self-abandonment, and the latter meaning is very different, the determination to die. Compared with the two, you can hear who is higher and who is lower.

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after. Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept. ”

"Life is a hero, death is also a ghost. So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

"Thousands of hammers are carved out of the mountains, and the fire burns as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

"Night vision is too white to collect light, and there is no battlefield to serve the country."

Two people, you come and go, they are all people with inventory in their stomachs, one is still a little unconvinced, they have been reading poetry and books for more than 60 years, and the second half of their lives are almost immersed in stacks of books, adding up to at least a hundred years, Tang Hao is only a person in his early twenties, even if he starts to learn from his mother's womb, I am afraid that his literary attainments will not be so great, but the more he goes to the back, Zhou Bowen is frightened, and he can say that after all, after so many years of immersion, these poems and songs have long been familiar with it, but Tang Hao didn't even think about it at all, and every sentence corresponded, and just right, it was really unexpected by Zhou Bowen.

"Happy, happy, I'm taking it today." Zhou Bowen paused, looking at Tang Hao, with an undisguised look of appreciation in his eyes, it was impossible to worship himself.

"My young generation in China should really be like Mr. Tang, the prosperity of China is just around the corner, but it's a pity that my Chinese people are keen on the bird language, keen on the things of foreigners, from martial arts to Chinese culture, from Chinese medicine to physiognomy, all like garbage, abandoned aside, it is really sad and sad, but hateful." Zhou Bowen shook his head as he spoke.

This is like saying to Tang Hao's heart, it is the great changes in China in recent decades, almost assimilated by Western culture, and the consequences are almost catastrophic, now a random young man, he knows guitar, piano, ballet, taekwondo, judo, karate, knows Western medicine, surgery, bacteria, Mozart, Western literary tycoon Shakespeare, Jane 61 Austen, and on the other hand, Chinese literature? In addition to Confucius and Mencius, and Lu Xun, what about the others? I don't know at all, as for the ancient musical instruments of China, except for Xiao and Dizi, I don't know anything at all, not to mention Chinese medicine, when it comes to Chinese medicine, the first thing that Chinese people think of is Jianghu Langzhong, a liar, and secondly, the smell of medicine is unpleasant, troublesome, in addition, almost no one knows the benefits of Chinese medicine, let alone to understand Chinese medicine, and now those who go to the hospital to see a doctor do not go to see Chinese medicine.