Guo Wencai held a folding fan in his hand, shook his head and groaned: "I don't realize that spring is deep when I read, and an inch of time is worth ten thousand gold." Which pipe people come to make laughter, four books and five classics are being recorded. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry, Brother Guo is quick to think, admire and admire!"

"An inch of time is worth 10,000 gold, famous sayings and aphorisms, my generation is studying and studying, we should cherish our time, study hard, and I will be named on the gold list every day, report to the king, and sympathize with the people!"

"Brother Guo, you are the Wenkui of today's Cold Relief Literary Meeting!"

As soon as Guo Wencai finished chanting, a group of followers behind him applauded and cheered, saliva flew sideways, and he almost didn't slap his palms.

Guo Wencai stood proudly with his head held high, looking self-absorbed, can the poems bought for two taels of silver be bad?

Luo Jiaoxi couldn't help but roll his eyes and shouted, "Quiet! ”

Guo Jingui's gang of dogs stopped their shameless pursuit. Guo Wencai proudly opened the folding fan and shook it: "Luo Jiaoxi, how is the student's "Persuasion"?" ”

Fei Maoxian and Fei Maozhong both showed disdain, Xu Jin smiled and said nothing, now in the cold winter and the moon, Guo Wencai just chanted something "Spring is deep", so this poem is obviously composed by Su, maybe it is still spent money to find a gunman to make it, at the level of Guo Wencai's straw bag, he can't write such a poem when he knocks his head.

Sure enough, Luo Jiaoxi snorted coldly and said: "Su's poem is not worth a damn, but you have passed the test!" ”

Guo Wencai frowned and said: "Luo Jiaoxi, what does it mean that I have passed, what is wrong with the Su structure, and there is no rule that you can't live in the structure, the student writes this poem so well, I can't praise a few words!" ”

Luo Jiao was accustomed to being happy, and pointed out: "Your poem is not only a Su composition, but also an imitation of the poems of your predecessors, understand!" ”

"Copying, copying whom? If you can't say it, you're slandering, and you're jealous of the students who wrote good poems! Guo Wencai was unconvinced.

Luo Jiaoxi's face was slightly gloomy, he usually received the filial piety of Guo Wencai's son Guo Yuanwai, and he wanted to save some face for Guo Wencai, but this guy didn't know what to do, so he chanted: "I don't feel that I have a deep spring when I study, and every inch of time is gold." It's not the Taoist who comes to make the joke, Zhou Qing Kong Si is pursuing.

This is a poem by Wang Zhenbai of the Tang Dynasty. Compare the poems you composed, saying that they are all imitations are elevated, it is simply plagiarism! ”

Guo Wencai was stunned for a moment, and then scolded: "Bastard, plagiarized poems dare to charge me two taels of silver!" ”

The Fei brothers and the students who had just arrived behind couldn't help but laugh.

Xu Jin is also very funny, dare to love this product is really a poem bought with money, and it is also easy to sell the poem to the person who gave him the poem, so he directly found a poem by his predecessor and changed it casually and sold it to him, and easily made two taels of silver.

Guo Wencai's bun face was swollen red, and he turned around and went down the mountain with a flick of his sleeves.

"Hey, young master, aren't you going to participate in the cold meeting?" Guo Jingui shouted and chased after him, while the other three followers looked at each other, but they didn't chase after them, they usually followed Guo Wencai just to eat and drink for benefits, but this time the head of the Wenhui Mountain and the county lord will attend, and they naturally refuse to give up a good opportunity to brush their faces.

Guo Wencai bought a few good poems this time, and originally planned to make a splash at the literary meeting, but who knew that the first poem was picked out as a plagiarized work, and he naturally didn't dare to participate in the literary meeting anymore.

"Ask for your own hardship!" Luo Jiaoxi shook his head and said lightly: "Next!" ”

Next, Guo Wencai's three followers each chanted a poem, and they all passed the test easily, after all, the requirements are not high.

Xu Jin didn't want to be too showy, so he deliberately chose a poem that was not very famous in later generations, and it was also easy to pass, but Luo Jiaoxi was a little disappointed, he was waiting for Xu Ding's masterpiece with great expectations, but he didn't expect to wait for a mediocre poem, but after thinking about it, how could the best poems be so easy to get, so he was relieved.

Fei Maoxian and Fei Maozhong also passed the test easily, and Fei Maozhong's song "Cold Night" was also greatly appreciated by Luo Jiaoxi, which really made a splash.

The sun is getting warmer, but the temperature is getting colder due to the snow. At the foot of the mountain, people came up one after another, and at this time, there were already hundreds of people standing in the open space outside the Xiangwan Pavilion, but fortunately, the space was large enough and it did not seem crowded.

Rows of plum blossoms are also planted around the evening pavilion, there are plum blossoms, red plums, white plums, there are buds to be released, and there are arrogant cold and beautiful, and the air is filled with intoxicating fragrance.

The students stood under the plum tree in twos and threes, talking loudly, chanting poems and lyrics, complimenting each other and blowing sticks. Therefore, the cultural meeting is a good opportunity to make connections and enhance fame, which is why everyone is so enthusiastic to participate.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, three drums were suddenly heard, and the students who were communicating enthusiastically outside the evening pavilion quieted down and looked in the direction of the path up the mountain.

As long as four sturdy juniors carried two rattan chariots to the mountain, followed by several yacha with waist knives.

"The county lord and the mountain chief are here!" Fei Maoxian said in a low voice.

Xu Jin also recognized that the person sitting on the second rattan chariot was Liu Qingyuan, the county magistrate he had seen that day, with a black face and beard, which was very recognizable. Sitting on the first rattan is a gray-haired old man, about sixty or seventy years old, probably the boss of Xinjiang Academy, the mountain chief Lou Wei.

The four strong men kept carrying the two rattan chariots into the Xiangwan Pavilion before putting them down, while the officials with knives behind them were guarding the intersection and did not approach.

"I've seen the county lord, the mountain chief!"

Outside the pavilion, everyone clasped their fists and saluted, and some clever students deliberately squeezed forward and shouted very loudly, just so that the county lord could see him.

Liu Qingyuan did not wear official clothes today, but dressed in civilian clothes, dressed as a scribe, bowed to the outside of the pavilion, and then sat down in his seat.

Mountain Chief Lou Wei stroked his white beard and said with a smile: "Sit down, everyone doesn't have to be formal!" ”

The people outside the pavilion sat down on their seats, of course, only the gentry in front arranged the seats, these people are all the gods of wealth, and 80% of the school-running funds of Xinjiang Academy are donated by this group of people, so they naturally have to be treated preferentially.

As for the students of the college, they honestly stood in the back, and there were no seats to sit on.

The next steps are similar to those of later generations, starting with the leader's speech, the teacher's representative's speech, the guest speaker's speech, the student's representative's speech, and finally the mountain's chief announces the official start of the cold season.

So, the helpers who had been prepared for a long time brought up the drinks and food.

This time, all the students were given wine glasses, but there was no share of roast venison and the like, after all, there were hundreds of people, and if they all provided food, the expenditure was too great.

After three glasses of turbid wine, the county ordered Liu Qingyuan to stand up and cough lightly twice, and everyone knew that the main drama was coming.

Liu Qingyuan held his wine glass and smiled: "On the eighth day of the lunar month, the light snow is sunny. In front of the evening pavilion, the cold plum is open, all the talents gather, the young and long salty gather, the county respects you a cup! ”

"Respect the county!"

"Respect for the elderly!"

"Respect the mountain chief!"

Everyone raised their glasses in return, Liu Qingyuan raised his head and drank it all, and said with a smile: "If there is good wine, there must be wonderful poems, what do you think?" Next, everyone will speak freely and relax their chests! ”

"Please ask the county lord to ask the question!" A group of students shouted in full swing.

Liu Qingyuan pressed his hands and said with a smile: "The matter of the problem is still up to the wisp master, this county is only responsible for eating and drinking today!" ”

The crowd let out a good-natured laugh.

Mountain Chief Lou Wei stood up, his eyes swept over the students outside the pavilion, and said with a smile: "The old man will announce one thing first, in order to encourage everyone to make good poems, this year's cold literature will add some colorful heads, and the leader of the literary club will receive ten taels of silver, and the top ten will each reward a piece of "Spring and Autumn Original Intention" made by his brother Lou Liang. ”

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly boiled, Xu Jin was also in good spirits, he originally planned to write a middle-class poem, and if he could rank in the top ten, forget it, so as not to be too showy, but now I heard that the first place is rewarded with ten taels of silver, how can there be no reason not to be moved.

What is the concept of ten taels of silver? It is equivalent to more than 10,000 RMB, if it is enough for ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty for two years.

"Mountain Chief, let's get the question out quickly!" Someone couldn't wait to shout.

Lou Wei twisted his beard, very satisfied with the warm atmosphere of the scene, hey, these little rabbit cubs who see money are really insulting!

"Everyone, don't be impatient, this time the rewards are all provided by the boss of Wangjiang Tower!"

Lou Wei is kind, and he doesn't forget to advertise to sponsors after receiving sponsorship. Boss Chu of Wangjiang Tower stood up and hugged his fists in all directions with a smile before sitting down.

In the era when there was no news media, businessmen relied on word of mouth to do business, and the other was to rely on the recitation of literati to become "Internet celebrities".

Therefore, it is actually worth spending a dozen taels of silver to advertise at the literary meeting, and the scholars of the academy can earn it back when they eat in the restaurant in the future.

"Today's light snow is sunny, and the cold plum blossoms outside the evening pavilion are in full bloom, so today's literary meeting will be themed Yongmei, which can be composed of poems and lyrics, and then the top ten will be evaluated by the teaching of the academy, and finally the old man and Youjie (Liu Qingyuan's words) will be ranked second, and the leader of this literary meeting will be determined. Do people have objections? ”

Everyone naturally said that they had no objections, and Lou Wei announced the start.

Immediately, a helper brought ten cases, each of which put the four treasures of the study, and if anyone had a manuscript, he would come forward to record it, and someone would put it away and score the judges.

Soon, someone couldn't help but be the first to put on the pen, and the people around them coaxed to watch, and in an instant, the ten cases were full of people.

Xu Jin was not in a hurry, pacing leisurely under the plum blossom tree, seemingly looking for inspiration, but actually considering which Yongmei poem to use in later generations.

In the Xiangwan Pavilion, Lou Wei's eyes wandered over Xu Jin in the distance, and Liu Qingyuan next to him smiled and said: "Master Lou, Xu Jin's poems in the third level are mediocre, do you say that he will have a brilliant work this time?" ”

Lou Wei said with a smile: "That kid is a good person, and he knows how to behave in the middle of the world at a young age!" ”

Liu Qingyuan was surprised and said, "Master Lou thinks he is hiding clumsy? ”