Although Fan Datong is a prisoner who donated money, he has been in prison for ten years, and he actually made this kind of poem, which is really a straw bag......

"Laugh and laugh." This guy has no face and no skin, and he can still laugh.

"You can stop in moderation!" Zhao Shouzheng finally couldn't listen to it, and suddenly took the case, supporting Fan Datong and said: "My virtuous brother can't do poetry well, can you do it well?" In the 200 years of the Ming Dynasty poetry, can there be a song that can compare to the Tang and Song dynasties? It's just 50 steps and 100 steps! ”

There was silence in the field, and even the poet and monk Xue Lang showed an embarrassed look. Because although Zhao Shouzheng's words are exaggerated, for example, Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal" does not let the Song Dynasty be beautiful, but after all, such masterpieces are rare, and compared with the Tang and Song dynasties and even the Yuan Dynasty, the Ming poetry circle is indeed mediocre......

Second Master Zhao is also a son's temper, just for that person, he has to fire a map cannon. It's good now, everyone doesn't dare to compose poetry...... Although there are few excellent works in the poetry circle of this dynasty, it is an indisputable fact. But you can't say it's broken, otherwise how will the poetry club continue? The Xuelang monk still has to raise money.

Seeing that the situation was cold, the person panicked at first, and after seeing that Zhao Shouzheng was also wearing a blue shirt, he sneered disdainfully: "You are companions, it is estimated that you are also a straw bag for donating prisoners, do you know what rhyme is and what is rhythm, how to use the dictionary and how to transform the dictionary?" ”

stepped on the identity of Second Master Zhao first, and then he said proudly: "So many celebrities, people, and gentlemen, it is your turn to be a little prisoner to judge?" ”

The people next to him immediately chimed in: "That's it, if you have the ability to write a poem, maybe it's the same as a limerick." ”

"That is, you first make a rhymed poem, let you see if you are qualified, and judge us!"

"Write poetry, write poetry, compose poetry!"

Now all the spearheads turned to Zhao Erye.

Fan Datong was also angry at this time, others could look down on him, but they couldn't look down on his brother, so he patted Zhao Shouzheng on the shoulder and said loudly:

"What's so hard about that? My brother is only eight years old, and he can become a poem in seven steps! ”

"Oh......" Everyone gasped when they heard this, and they couldn't figure out the details of Zhao Shouzheng. The heart said that he was really a master who came to smash the field?

"Brother, take out your ability to export chapters and suppress these guys who look down on people." Fan Datong cheered Zhao Shouzheng up and looked at him with anticipation.

But seeing that Zhao Shou was embarrassed on his face, he whispered: "I don't know how to write any poems......"

"Ah, those poems that the eldest brother sings all day long ......" Fan Datong was dumbfounded.

"Those are all poems of the ancients, and you think I wrote them because you don't know how to do it." Zhao Shouzheng smiled bitterly and told him the truth.

~~

The Daming Imperial Examination does not test the poems, and Zhao Shouzheng has been concentrating on his work for many years and has not yet been able to reach the rank, so naturally he will not put more effort into this. However, the so-called 'familiar with 300 Tang poems, if you can't compose poems, you will slip', if you have to let him write poems, it is not that he can't hold it back. But Zhao Shouzheng is very sober at the moment, knowing that he is doing it, it is better not to do it!

With the current atmosphere, only by coming up with a dazzling masterpiece can these people shut up. Idle works must be picked in the egg.

Can Second Master Zhao come up with a masterpiece? Obviously not...... He knew that he was reluctant to make a song, and if he rhymed the wrong rhyme and used the wrong dictionary, or if the words didn't reach the meaning, he would definitely be ridiculed.

It's like Fan Datong's poem, which will spread all over Jinling in a few days. He doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past and become a laughing stock in other people's mouths, so how can he participate in the scientific examination?

"Ah......" Fan Datong realized that he lifted the stone, but smashed his brother's foot.

"What? Isn't it a poem in seven steps? It's really not good, it doesn't hurt to take a few more steps......" The person saw Zhao Shouzheng's weak nature, and he became more and more pressing.

"My virtuous brother doesn't know, the students don't have talents," Zhao Shouzheng made up his mind, he would never write poetry today, so he said cheekily: "I'm from the Kuyin faction......"

"Puff ......" Everyone couldn't help but sneer, but it was not good to be as noisy as Fang Cai anymore.

Because the so-called 'bitter bard school' is actually a major school of poetry founded by the poet saint and carried forward by Jia Dao and Mengjiao.

After all, there are very few natural poems that are exported into chapters and poems in seven steps. Most poets want to write a good poem, they need to have an extremely rigorous and serious attitude, repeatedly scrutinize each word, and temper it over time. The so-called 'two sentences and three years, one groan and two tears' is this truth.

Especially in the poetry circle of this dynasty, there is no one who can fight. Including Xuelang, everyone who participates in the poetry meeting is looking for chapters and sentences several days in advance to prepare poems, isn't it all bitter chanting?

But how can that stop there? He sneered and looked at Zhao Shouzheng and said, "You are also worthy of being a bitter chantrin?" I think you just can't write poetry to make excuses! ”

"If you don't believe me, I won't have anything to say." Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and rolled his eyes.

Fan Datong on the side saw that Zhao Shouzheng suppressed the field, and immediately said to Na Ju shyly: "It seems that Brother Tai is not a bitter chant, why don't you write a poem on the spot, let us learn and learn?" ”

"This ......" The person himself has no poetic talent, subconsciously panicked, and then came to his senses, and said angrily: "Hugh wants to change the topic!" ”

The two sides froze there. Xue Lang can't stand it anymore, how can he say that he is also the host here, how can he embarrass the guests? Then he walked over and said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter, the poetry meeting will be held for three days in a row, and this minister just has to go back and scrutinize it carefully, regardless of whether he writes poems or fills in the lyrics, and it will be the same if he comes back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll come back tomorrow and let you open your eyes!"

Seeing that there were steps down, Zhao Shouzheng immediately dropped a sentence and walked away with Fan Datong.

~~

The words are divided into two ends, Caijia Lane.

Zhao Shouzheng went to attend the cultural meeting today, and Zhao Hao also had a lot of things.

At noon, the furniture and floor tiles he ordered would be delivered. Before that, I have to say thank you to the old armor first......

That afternoon, the high-speed railsmith replied that the old captain told him that the owner of the house was no longer in Nanjing, and entrusted him to sell it on his behalf, and it could be sold for only fifty taels.

This price can be said to be for nothing.

The housing prices in Nanjing are extremely high, and the same large house on the banks of the Qinhuai River cannot be taken for 800 taels of silver. Even if it is also in Caijia Lane, the slightly newer house has to go up a hundred taels, and it is not as spacious as this yard. If it weren't for the owner's absence, the house would have fallen into disrepair, and the price would never have been reached.

Zhao Hao is now considered to be a little wealthy, so he immediately took out fifty taels of silver and asked the high-speed railsmith and the old armor chief to go to the yamen to transfer the deed.

When he went home last night, the high-speed railsmith had already placed the completed deed in front of Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao didn't expect that things would be done so quickly, he thought it would take three or five days.

Seeing that the furniture was about to be delivered, he didn't go to thank Lao Jia in person, he was going to be gossiped.

Now that he has plenty of supplies at home, he picked up a few gifts and is ready to visit the old chief.

Lao Jia's family lived across the bridge, and Gao Wu led the way with a gift on his head.

Just about to cross the bridge, Zhao Hao saw the old armor chief, who was eating porridge at an early stall.

Zhao Hao greeted him and smiled at the old chief: "I was about to come to thank you, I don't want to meet the old chief here." ”

"Zhao Gongzi is too polite." The old captain was more polite to Zhao Hao than last time, and hurriedly got up and beckoned him to sit down and eat breakfast together.

~~

At the breakfast stall, only the old man and the old man last time were eating porridge, and there was no other business.

Qiaoqiao squatted on the side of the bridge, caught the dishes and chopsticks that her mother had brushed by the river, and placed them neatly in the basket.

Seeing Zhao Hao coming, she first stood up happily and wanted to say hello.

But he saw Zhao Hao go straight to the old captain, and he didn't see himself at all. The girl didn't know why, she felt a little unhappy, so don't turn her head and pretend not to see it.

Her father was very attentive, and he happened to have no work at hand, so he came over to say a few words of greeting and asked, "What does Childe use today?" ”

Zhao Hao looked at the empty breakfast stall strangely, and then looked up at the sky, the morning glow has not dispersed at this time, why is the business still so bleak?

Having said that, he's been here a few times, and it seems that business hasn't been doing well......

Zhao Gongzi, who can talk, of course won't poke people's sore spots, so he smiled and ordered a lot of food, and gave a few things to the old chief and his old buddy.

The stall owner could naturally see that he was taking care of his business, so he couldn't help but thank him with gratitude, and then hurried over to get busy.

ps. The second more is delivered, asking for a recommendation vote and asking for a comment, ah ~~~~~