"Senior Brother Xia, your sister-in-law's craftsmanship is so good, since the last time I heard Brother Xu talk about the taste of this oily noodles, Brother Fool has to come and eat a bowl every day, if you don't eat it one day, you will always feel tasteless when you eat other things." The chubby student burped, he had just eaten a bowl of oily noodles, and he also nibbled on a scallion pancake with oily noodles, and said to Xia Hongsheng with satisfaction.

Xia Hongsheng smiled: "Senior Brother Liu, for your own good, it's better for you to refrain from this thing, this oil is too big to splash noodles and oil, although it is not greasy to eat, but it is a real bowl of noodles and a spoonful of oil, these oils are eaten into the stomach, which is not good for the body." You might as well try to restrain yourself, change the taste, and just eat a bowl in the next ten years. ”

"Isn't that going to suffocate the foolish brother to death? I'm not afraid of Senior Brother Xia's jokes when I say it, Brother Fool has no interest, he only likes to eat a mouthful, if he is restrained again, wouldn't life be boring? The student waved his hand and said disapprovingly.

Xia Hongsheng laughed, no longer persuaded him, and said: "Also, life is short, you must be happy in time, there is wine today and you are drunk today, tomorrow will be sorrowful, tomorrow will be sorrowful."

But when I saw the eyes of the students around me, the chubby students slapped the table: "Okay!" A good one has wine today and is drunk today, and tomorrow is sad, tomorrow is sad! Haha, my generation should be like this, wandering, wanton today, living in the present, worry-free tomorrow! is a good Xia Hongsheng, casually speaking, with a lotus tongue, the talent of Senior Brother Xia, the foolish brother is impressed, and he is ashamed! Haha, it's a pity that Senior Brother Xia is still a little younger, otherwise, today Brother Fool would have to pull Senior Brother Xia to go to Na Yixiang Curie to drink three hundred cups! ”

Xia Hongsheng, who listened to Brother Liu's words, rolled his eyes and drank three hundred cups? Do you want a liver, alcohol poisoning is proper, don't pull me to death!

"Senior Brother Xia's poetic talent, I really can't wait for the horse. The songs 'The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies in the February Sky' and 'The Sea Memory Confidant, If the End of the World is Next to Each Other', even Master Yan couldn't help but be amazed, but Senior Brother Xia didn't seem to care, and he didn't even give a name. The poem presented to Brother Wang Xuance is even more enthusiastic every time he sings, and he can't wait to go straight to Xiao Han and show his ambition. Another student also sighed and said.

"The senior brothers have praised it falsely, and the younger brother is ashamed." Xia Hongsheng hurriedly waved his hand, those poems were all pirated by him, if he was allowed to compose his own poems, where would he be, so of course he would not dare to be ashamed.

A few people chatted for a while, it was time to go back to the academy, Xia Hongsheng shirked to help his sister-in-law pack up and go to the academy, and the others were not reluctant, so they left the market with another group of students who came here to eat and went back to the academy together.

As soon as they left, they heard a sigh of relief from the side, and one person said: "Hey, there are these scholars here, and the scared Lao Tzu doesn't dare to suck noodles loudly, for fear that Lao Tzu's rudeness will stain people's eyes, haha, but I never thought that these people eating noodles turned out to be the same!" The posture is fiercer than Lao Tzu, wahahaha......"

This person's words caused the other people around him to laugh, and Xia Hongsheng also grinned, turned around and walked to Yixiangju opposite. After eating, I chatted for a while, and the meal had almost passed, but there were still a lot of people in Yixiang House, but it was not as noisy as just now. When I walked to the door, the steward was also idle, standing behind the counter with a pen and writing something on paper.

Xia Hongsheng glanced back at his sister-in-law, she was still busy there, so he took a deep breath and walked into Yixiangju.

Immediately, a shopkeeper saw him, ran to him in a few steps, and respectfully invited him inside: "This son, please inside!" I don't know how many sons there are, do you go up to the second floor, or are you on the first floor? ”

"You go and get busy, don't worry about me, I'll call you when I need it." Xia Hongsheng smiled and waved his hand, and said to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper answered, and hurriedly moved to another place. Xia Hongsheng glanced around, looked at the food on the tables of the diners, went up to the second floor, lifted the bamboo curtain and went to the second floor of the elegant seat, but saw that the second floor could see the distant Laojun Mountain.

There was no crowd on the second floor, and there were several people seated, gathered around talking and drinking. There are also people who just sit by the eaves, quietly staring at Laojun Mountain in the distance.

Turning his head to look, he saw that there was indeed a screen on the second floor, there were a lot of poems written on it, Xia Hongsheng stepped forward to take a look, and read a few poems silently, sure enough, as Yan Shi said, most of those poems pursue gorgeous rhetoric, but it is just a pile of rhetoric, nothing is there, and it is empty in the end. In the early Tang Dynasty, the literary world had not yet gotten rid of the narrow palace style poems that the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties competed to build, and those who reformed the poetry world had not yet appeared. Although Xia Hongsheng can't write much good poetry himself, he still has the level of appreciation. The poems on the screen are beautiful, but in the end they lack some connotation. It's like a copied picture, with its surface but no god. Tang poetry in the early Tang Dynasty Sijie in the style of reform, the development of the Tang Dynasty, whether it is romanticism or realism reached the peak, Li Du and the two poems have been passed down through the ages, become the ancient poetry romanticism and realism two unsurpassable peaks, so that in the later Song Dynasty, poetry can not surpass the achievements of the Tang Dynasty, the literati can only go the other way, but I did not expect to lead up a literary peak, Song Ci.

Poetry is not the Tang Dynasty, words are not the Song Dynasty, and the later dynasties, these two aspects can no longer make higher breakthroughs, because they have reached the extreme.

"Childe, these are all done by the scribes who came to Yixiangju, many of them are some famous, the small one is also a scholar, if the son is interested, he will also leave his name, and the small one will go to bring pen and ink for the son." Just when Xia Hongsheng was immersed in sighing, a voice appeared next to Xia Hongsheng, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be the little guy on the second floor who saw Xia Hongsheng looking at the screen for a long time, so he came over.

Or, in order to let Yixiangju take care of his sister-in-law, he will be a villain again and pirate the poems of later generations. Xia Hongsheng turned his head to look at the little guy and said with a smile: "Let's bring pen and ink!" ”

"Okay, dare to ask Childe's name?" The little servant respectfully asked Xia Hongsheng.

"Luanzhou Academy, Xia Hongsheng is also." Xia Hongsheng replied with a smile.

The little guy immediately turned around and shouted below: "Pen and ink waiting, Luanzhou Academy Xia Gongzi stays in the ink and Yixiangju!" ”

This shout immediately alarmed the diners in the private seats on the second floor, and they all turned their heads to look at the screen, but saw a young student standing in front of the screen. A few got up and walked over, wanting to see the excitement, while others still sat in their seats, watching what happened.

Soon, the steward below ran up with pen and ink, and at a glance saw Xia Hongsheng standing in front of the screen, stepped over in a few steps, and presented the pen and ink.

"The handwriting below is ugly, it's ugly, I hope you don't laugh at it." Xia Hongsheng smiled and picked up the brush, although there was the original Xia Hongsheng left the foundation, but then he has been using the quill, although the brush is also used, but the words written in the end are not authentic, after speaking, turned around and picked up the pen on the screen and immediately wrote, a few strokes, I saw a few people watching behind the face of surprise, and the other diners around who looked at this side became curious, and a few more people walked over.

"The drizzle and the wind are cold, and the light smoke is sparse and the willows are beautiful. Entering Huai Qingluo is gradually long. The snow foam milk flower floats in the afternoon cup, and the artemisia shoots try the spring plate. The taste of the world is refreshing. Someone behind him recited along with Xia Hongsheng's page, and while reading, the expression on his face changed, from a light smile, to surprise, to widening his eyes, and clapping his hands: "Good poem!" ”

This is actually not a Tang poem, but a Song poem, the word card of Huanxi Sha. The man applauded, and a few more people hurried behind the screen to watch.

But after seeing Xia Hongsheng leave his name, he suddenly changed his pen and wrote again in a different position: "People come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of sea bass." Jun looks at a leaf boat, haunted by the turmoil. ”

This time, no one applauded, Xia Hongsheng dropped his name, returned the brush to the steward, turned his head and stepped aside, but when he saw the onlookers behind him, there was a thoughtful look on his face, and he was a little stunned.

In the middle of the night, a person suddenly came out of the crowd and stepped forward: "Shame! Ashamed! We only care about tasting the deliciousness of fish here, but we forget the hard work of fishermen. The people's livelihood is suffering, we are now worry-free about food and clothing, but we have forgotten the hard work of the people, today, I was woken up by Xia Gongzi! ”

After that, the man actually bowed deeply to Xia Hongsheng.

"The younger brother just saw that the spring was cold, but the fishermen on the river were still fishing hard, so he felt something. You should not be treated like that. Xia Hongsheng hurriedly avoided the person's salute and said.

The man straightened up, but saw the steward next to him smile and asked, "The little one is just literate, you are all everyone, why don't you come and evaluate it?" The little one dares to ask, how are these two poems? ”

"Naturally, it's a masterpiece!" The man said aloud: "The first poem is written with the scenery of early spring, and then it is unexpected, with clear tea and wild vegetables into the poem. On the bright side, it is written that the game in the mountains is the delicacies of the world, but in fact, it is attached to things, hidden in the clear, leisurely and elegant, and not polluted in the world. The latter poem is still above the previous one, the language is simple and unpretentious, there is no need for difficult words, and there are no axe marks and chisel marks, but it is intriguing, and it is a good poem! ”

Hearing this's words, the other people around him also nodded their heads and agreed.

The steward glanced around, and saw that everyone was nodding in agreement, so he walked up to Xia Hongsheng, bowed and saluted: "Thank you Xia Gongzi for keeping ink, I have a rule in Yixiangju, if the person who keeps ink is praised, he will be exempted from a month's food and money, and Xia Gongzi can go to our store for free food and drink in the next month." ”

"This steward, Yixiangju's food is famous, and the kid is happy. It's just that the kid wants to eat, you don't have it in this store, why don't you change this? Xia Hongsheng smiled and said to the steward: "I don't want this month's free meal, and lend me the kitchen and the ingredients inside, and let the boy make a table of meals by himself." ”

The steward was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xia Hongsheng dumbfounded: "This ......"