Chapter 2150

At the moment, before he objected, Wu Liuzhi had already started.

"Since childe Zhang didn't answer, he may have acquiesced. In that case, I'll make a fool of myself!"

"The wind, rain and setting sun recall Acacia, the small bridge and flowing water are fragrant, but there are thousands of weeping willows on the shore, but in the misty rain of Acacia!"

"Good!"

After the poem was finished, all the officials clapped their hands and cheered, and even Mr. Yushan nodded.

Zhang Feng's embarrassment was all committed.

This is also called fucking poetry?

It's all rhetoric, but it doesn't say anything.

It's like someone excitedly told you that it was fun, but for at least an hour, he didn't even say anything practical.

And I can't even say what's good about it.

This is also called poetry?

Don't wait for Zhang Feng to speak.

Someone got up and wrote poetry again.

One by one.

Zhang Feng's head was as big as a fight. Even the smile on Mr. Yushan's face gradually became reluctant. Even in the end, he looked directly at a book in his hand

Instead, I read it with relish.

But these people don't think so. They think Mr. Yushan is interested in their talents and learning and is copying their poems

"My God, this... This is also called poetry?"

At the moment, at the gate of Shizhai, Hao Chujun and others gaped and listened to the poems inside.

Don't talk about others, they just take out one or two poems. At least it's much better than this?

This is the talent in Jiangnan?

This is the general situation of talents in Jiangnan?

Right now.

The shopkeeper who stood by seemed to hear Hao Chujun's words, shook his head and sighed, "this childe, no!"

"In fact, almost all the people who can participate in the Shizhai are those who are eager to show and then want to become other people's doormen. Almost all the talents are guarded by those big families when they are a little famous. How can they come to participate in this game?"

Hao Chujun was surprised at the speech.

Also relieved.

Officials, scholars and scholars are very proud. For example, Laiji and others were not the same before?

There is also a Shizhai in Luozhou City, but they just refuse to go.

To spend, a pot of tea and a seat need at least tens of Wen, but who has such money in poverty?

Although their talents were outstanding, they didn't want to be other people's disciples. They didn't see hope until their mentor opened Bailu Academy.

In contrast, there should be such things in many places.

Especially in the past few days, they have met many poor students. Some people want to buy the white paper in their hands at a high price, but they would rather starve to death than sell it.

what is it?

This for them, on the one hand is face, many are precious!

Before the emergence of white paper, everyone talked about knowledge. What round?

It's about cars.

For example, who has many cars and books, who annotates whose articles.

Rice paper, for ordinary people, is an elusive existence.

Most people still use bamboo slips or bark to record and go to school.

It can be seen that this Shizhai is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Either you have to be famous and let those rich families know your name, or you come to the door to seek talents, or you rely on your own efforts.

As for such extravagant poetry, although everyone yearns for it, those who have no money can only look at it dryly.

So that at the moment, at the gate of Shizhai, a large number of students wearing clothes have been listening eagerly.

Then share the news with those who hear it.

See it like this.

Hao Chujun thought of money more than once to let these people in, because he knew that these people might not be able to get in here all their lives.

However, rules are rules, and he dare not break them unless he is a mentor.

At the thought of Zhang Feng, Hao Chujun's mind turned quickly.

At the moment, many people have already played.

In addition to the young master of the Wu family, he was the man named Shuheng who found fault with his mentor at the beginning.

At the moment, the man seemed to be the final existence. At the moment, he pretended to be intoxicated with Mo Yan. He closed his eyes and shook the folding fan in his hand. Later, he frowned slightly and gave a voice to remind the poet of what was wrong.

So after half an hour.

Most of the people in the field have already done poetry, and even women's family members have come forward to write poetry.

This could not help but attract Zhang Feng's attention.

Especially a woman wearing a hat, just listening to the sound, there is a feeling of spring breeze.

Her poems have a feeling of Li Qingzhao.

In contrast, Zhang Feng thinks that Tao is not half as talented as this woman!

Even Zhang Feng had the illusion that if there were no poems in his memory, he estimated that he would have to be planted in the hands of this woman today!

At this time, all talented scholars and officials took out the poems they thought they had done well, which can also be said to be specially prepared for the poetry meeting.

At the moment, everyone looked at the man surnamed Liu on the high platform.

At the moment, under the hint of the person next to him, he got up dressed, looked around and said, "have you finished it? In that case, I'll make a fool of myself!"