Chapter Seventy-Four: Just Waiting for the First Sound of New Thunder

"Are these friends of Brother Xie, maybe they can introduce us and others. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

At this time, Zhang Ziwen and Xie Guowei also finished greeting, looking at Jia Qing and others and asking Xie Guowei.

Xie Guowei admires Zhang Ziwen's personality very much, and he is willing to introduce his friends to him.

"This is the Qi Chengwu brother of the Xiangyang Marquis Mansion......"

"This is the Hou Hu brother of the Xiuguo Mansion......"

"This is Jia Qingxian's brother from the Ningguo Mansion......"

After seeing each other, even Zhang Ziwen's perseverance that has worked hard over the years can't help but rise slightly. The family backgrounds of the few people in front of him were either the public mansion or the Hou mansion, which really gave him a feeling of class oppression.

But he only sighed slightly and threw it into his mind. He knew that if he was still worried about these details at this time, he wouldn't think about meeting the Son of Heaven and showing his ambitions.

The eldest husband was born in the world, and he should do a good job!

After so many years of preparation, he is confident that he has done his best. Next year's spring festival is his crucial first step!

If it is successful, it will be indispensable to deal with these powerful families in the future. It's a good idea to talk to their children in advance.

Then he also introduced the two behind him to Jia Qing, and they knew each other, both of whom were students of the first class of Guozijian.

"Then we came uninvited, I wonder if you have a share of the delicious food on the shelf?" Now that people know each other, it is natural to find some topics to deepen the relationship. Suddenly catching a glimpse of the fire that had risen behind everyone, Zhang Ziwen said with a smile.

"Naturally!"

In this way, under the premise that both parties are interested in making friends, the two groups of people get along very happily.

After the first wave of fish meat was cooked, Xie Guowei proposed: "Today is a poetry meeting, so we can't just eat it, we have to make some poems to come out!" ā€

Most of the people were brilliant people, and naturally no one objected to his proposal. Although Hou Hu and Qi Chengwu are not good at writing, they can also consciously be listeners.

"Since I proposed it, I just barely thought of four sentences, so it's not hypocritical, let's throw bricks and lead the jade first......"

Everyone hurriedly stopped what they were doing.

"The forest flowers are swept away, and the grass is still alive.

The spring breeze rises in the north, and the frost is removed overnight. ā€

When Xie Guowei finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen first commented: "When it is a good poem, it is rare to be very appropriate." ā€

Jia Qing and several others also praised one after another. Then the other two also made a song for each other, and they were both quite good spring poems.

This Guozi Jian Class A is really all characters with goods in their stomachs.

After that, only Zhang Ziwen, a person in Class A, did not end up.

Xie Guowei's purpose in proposing this was originally to see the gap between himself and Zhang Ziwen, so as to make a judgment on his own level, at this time, the time was ripe, and he would not let it go, urging: "It's time for us to see Brother Zhang's demeanor, don't let me be disappointed." ā€

Others also looked at Zhang Ziwen, and everyone was convinced of him and wanted to be the first listener of his works.

Zhang Ziwen was not pretentious, and slowly stood up with a slender body. Tilting his head slightly, he looked at the land in the distance, and said:

"Creation is silent but affectionate, and every time it is cold, spring is born......"

Sure enough, the idea is chic and evokes reverie. Everyone listened carefully, and suddenly his voice became high: "Thousands of purples and thousands of reds are arranging ......"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his arm slightly, slightly below his shoulder, as if he wanted to embrace the earth, and said in a deep voice: "Just wait for the first sound of new thunder!" ā€

Turn around slowly.

Leave everyone to have their own thoughts. Hou Hu and the others didn't care much, they just thought it was good! Xie Guowei was a little frustrated, although he was ready to be hit, but when the facts were in front of him, it was inevitable that he was still a little uncomfortable. Originally, I still imagined that I might be able to finish my work this time, and I would stay until the day of the Toad Palace, looking at my father's relieved expression......

Fortunately, his opponent was not him, he was aiming for that position.

The two people who came with Zhang Ziwen almost had this idea. However, they know Zhang Ziwen better and know that this is his true level, and their hearts calm down quickly.

Jia Qing secretly admired, this is definitely the most compelling young generation of readers he has ever seen! Combined with what I learned about his deeds, I can't help but admire his high fighting spirit and broad state of mind.

"Just wait for the first sound of new thunder!" This is probably the truest portrayal of his heart now. The sword was already unsheathed, but it held back the restless heart, concentrated on quenching the sword for three years, and when it was unsheathed again, it was definitely a thunderclap in the sky!

Fortunately, he already has a mentor, so he doesn't have to worry about him and himself snatching the opportunity to apprentice.

Yes, there are differences between teachers.

Just like Yu Yuanchen is Jia Qing's tutor, there can be many such teachers.

Needless to say, Mr. Prison like Lin Zhongyi and Qian Jingrun is the most ordinary teacher-student relationship.

And a teacher like Sun Wangwang is more important, just like when he participates in the imperial examination in the future, there will be a teacher and a teacher, which is a relatively strong teacher-student relationship.

But the most important teacher is the teacher who teaches the profession, and is also the teacher who has the greatest influence on the students, commonly known as the master.

There can be more than one teacher, sir, and even a master, but under normal circumstances, there can only be one master! A teacher for one day and a father for life, the teacher in it also refers to this teacher. Otherwise, many juniors and even younger generations, as long as they can teach knowledge and skills, can become teachers, obviously cannot be equated with their fathers.

However, there are special circumstances where there can be more than one Master. One is because the master has died, and the other is because the master feels that his ability is not enough or for other reasons to allow the disciple to worship the master again.

If you carry the ancestor behind your back and then worship the master, it will be regarded as a great disrespect, and you will be spurned by the entire Shilin!

After Zhang Ziwen sat down again, Xie Guowei also cleaned up his mood and asked, "What is the name of Brother Zhang's poem?" ā€

Zhang Ziwen pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it Xinlei." Xie Guowei thought about it and praised: "Wonderful, Brother Zhang is a real hero!" ā€

"Brother Xie praised it."

After all the four Class A students wrote poems, it was Jia Qing's turn to be the three. Zhang Ziwen was not familiar with the situation of the three of them, so he did not rashly invite. Xie Guowei knew the situation of Hou Hu and Qi Chengwu, and he didn't want to waste time, so he said directly to Jia Qing: "I have heard of Jia Xiandi's poem name, and today we want to see it!" Please don't shirk it......"

The name of Jia Qing's poems only circulated within a certain range in the capital, and only a small number of people in the Guozi Prison knew about it. And Zhang Ziwen and the three of them are people who are dedicated to studying and entering the office, and they have never heard of Jia Qing. Hearing this, he looked at Jia Qing curiously, not knowing what was different about the junior brother in front of him, who was called a young man.

Jia Qing knew that he had to "compose" a poem today, but he had to adapt to the situation. Just like Xie Guowei above, the poems they wrote are very in line with today's situation, and it is impossible for me to make an autumn poem at this time. Therefore, Jia Qing locked in a poem that fits this situation and this scene.

"With all the senior brothers Zhuyu in front, how dare the younger brother say any poem name! However, the younger brother did prepare a small poem today, and I would like to ask you to correct it. ā€

"Brother Xian, please speak."

Jia Qing opened his mouth and said:

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger,

The green willow nourishes the spiritual ...... under the shade"

Hearing this, Hou Hu, who hadn't found a chance to speak for a long time, interjected: "Brother Jia, are you talking about a toad?" ā€

Jia Qing glanced at him speechlessly, and before he could speak, Zhang Ziwen said: "This should be talking about the frog known as the 'King of Ten Thousand Insects', but it is elegant and appropriate." ā€

Jia Qing nodded, then raised his voice and said:

"I don't speak first when spring comes,

What insect dares to make a sound! ā€