This bamboo painting does not have too much brush and ink, just a cluster of tall and thin bamboo, with thousands of postures, and the leaves are also bright and dark, showing a layout of far and near, and the tallest bamboo appears thin and straight.

I have to say that this has painted the bamboo, and it is indeed a rare and good painting.

Wu Guifang seemed to be very confident in this painting, her eyes slowly swept over the crowd, as if she guessed that no one would dare to take this job, and looked at Yin Tai, who was sitting in front of the desk.

Yin Tai's knowledge and fame are all here, and if this right-hand man from the Ministry of Rites who was born in the Hanlin Academy is willing to give him this painting inscription poem, it is undoubtedly the most suitable person.

If Yin Tai is like Yan Song, he can get out of the mud of Nanjing and become the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty. Then his painstaking bamboo painting will undoubtedly become a masterpiece.

It is precisely because of this that Yin Tai became his first choice.

It's just that he was soon disappointed, Yin Tai was still a little distracted except when he first held the ceremony, and as the ceremony ended, the whole person seemed to be out of the shell, and his attention was not here at all, and he didn't even glance at his paintings.

However, his eyes soon fell on Lin Haoran, a talented man from western Guangdong, with the reputation of "Bamboo Gentleman", the poem "Stone Bamboo" is undoubtedly a rare masterpiece, but unfortunately it does not conform to this painting.

It's just that if this bamboo gentleman really has any good bamboo poems, it is acceptable for him to help with the inscription. This is a good story.

But Lang is affectionate, but concubines are not necessarily intentional.

Lin Haoran led a group of people from western Guangdong to ask a fellow examiner about going to Beijing to catch the exam, and after hearing Wu Guifang's movement, he only glanced at it curiously, and then continued to ask the fellow examiner.

Opposite to the autumn of the township examination, the meeting is called the spring examination and is held in February of the following year.

Now October is approaching in the blink of an eye, and the time for the examination is only more than four months away. This seems like a lot of time, but it is more than 2,000 kilometers from Guangzhou to Beijing, and the distance may not be enough.

"Either you can catch the test, or you can't catch the test!" This is the oldest examiner surnamed Xu, and he also happens to be the room master of Lin Haoran and others, with a dignified look on his face.

"Dare I ask what this means?" Lin Haoran and the others asked suspiciously.

"Thousands of miles to Beijing, a bowl and a rod can be reached, a car and a servant can also be reached, but the time spent is different!" Xu Fangshi looked at the clothes and decorations of Lin Haoran and the others, and said with a smile.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other helplessly, and they already knew the meaning of his words.

As the saying goes, "money can make the ghost grind", if it costs countless people along the way, or the carriage travels, or the horse goes forward, and there are servants waiting, the road is naturally fast and labor-saving.

It's just that for the poorer people, if they only rely on their legs and begging all the way, or save money to go to the exam. You can also go there, but naturally it will not be in time for the exam in February next year.

"If you have a generous hand and a servant ear, how many years does it take?" There is a person who combines his own situation, and he asks Xu Fangshi for advice.

"If there is nothing to cumbersome and you have a lot of money, if you start your journey now, you can still take the exam on time!" Xu Fangshi nodded slightly, but raised two fingers and added, "But you have to consider two issues!" ”

"Please, please!" Zhong Juzi looked at him with a solemn expression, and he arched his hand.

"One is that the water and soil are not adapted, and the other is that Jiangsu and Zhejiang are suffering!" Xu Fangshi looked up at them and said seriously: "It doesn't matter if the water and soil are not adapted, but this problem has to be considered in advance. This is the smoothest way to go to the capital to take the exam, but it is not feasible now, so only two paths are left. One is to go through Fujian to Yangzhou, Zhejiang, and from the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal to Beijing, but it is necessary to consider the harm of Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and the plague; The first is to cross the lake to Hankou, and then go north through Nanyang and Luoyang to reach the capital, although this road is safe, but it takes a lot of time. ”

"Master Xu, in your opinion, where should we go from?" Kong Guangming asked.

"If a gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall, he will naturally go to Hankou and go north again!" Xu Shi said lightly.

Lin Haoran's brows furrowed slightly, taking the waterway is undoubtedly the fastest and safer, especially the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal going north, which is a high-ranking journey.

But in the current environment, it is really necessary to consider the Japanese in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it seems that they can only choose the most secure route. It's just that there are a lot of risks on this road, which runs through the entire Ming Dynasty from south to north, and it is inevitable that you will encounter bandits and robbers.

In addition, there was a problem that he had to consider. Now there is no time for him to return to Changlin Village, compared with those people who have returned to their hometowns in the scenery, he, Xie Yuan, can only choose to set off for the exam immediately.

For the arrangement of the tiger girl, he is also difficult to choose.

"Lin Jieyuan, I'll give you a drink!" A person from Huizhou Mansion came to Lin Haoran and raised a glass to him and smiled.

Although Lin Haoran had some worries, she also smiled and agreed. It's just that he was about to return to his seat, but the man said: "I heard that Lin Xie Yuan has the nickname of a bamboo gentleman, and that "Shizhu" is a stunning work, why not represent us and inscribe a painting for Lord Wu?" ”

"Yes, let the bamboo gentleman do the question!"

"Haha...... I'll grind Xie Yuan! ”

"Outside, it is said that Xie Yuanlang has not written poems for a long time, and Jiang Lang has already exhausted himself, you have to take this opportunity to prove yourself! Huh!"

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When everyone heard this, they looked at Lin Haoran with a brush, and some of the people of Guangzhou Mansion looked at each other and coaxed, but many people had a desire to watch a good show.

"Yes!"

As if he didn't see their intentions, Lin Haoran only glanced at the bamboo painting, nodded slightly, and handed the wine glass in his hand to Zhao Dongcheng.

Seeing that he was going to take over this errand, Wu Guifang's face showed a faint smile, but only in the next second, his heart was raised to his voice, and his eyes were also wide.

Many people were the same, and they all looked at Lin Haoran in surprise.

But seeing Lin Haoran motioning to put the painting on the table, he held a wolf pen, dipped it in some ink, and the tip of the pen went towards the painting, and he planned to inscribe a poem directly on it.

"No!"

When Wu Guifang saw this scene, those three words were about to erupt, wanting to stop Lin Haoran's reckless behavior. It's just that Lin Haoran's movements are very fast, and the tip of the pen has already touched the paper, worried that shouting at this moment will disturb Lin Haoran's pen tip and destroy the poem, and finally swallowed it back alive.

It's just that in my heart, I was thinking about how to settle accounts with this arrogant scholar for a while, so that he could taste the anger of his third-grade master.

Lin Haoran retracted his mind, as if all his energy was on the tip of the pen, that is, he splashed ink and wrote a new bamboo poem on the paper with a beautiful body.

"The light smoke and ancient ink are vertical and horizontal, and half of this gentleman is written."

"There is no need to report safety in the daily report, the breeze has been seen in the high festival."

As soon as this poem was completed, the four sides clapped their hands and applauded, and Wu Guifang was also stunned on the spot.