Chapter 626： surprised

Chapter 626 Surprised

The full text of "A Gift to Zhou Zhifu" is thirty-two characters, written in one stroke like a pen.

From when Zhu Ping'an got up to when he wrote the poem, it took only a few breaths. When Zhu Pingan was writing, Zhang Tuotou stuffed a handful of boiled peanuts into his mouth with a spoon. When Zhu Pingan finished writing, Zhang Tuotou hadn't finished chewing the peanuts in his mouth.

What? Stop writing? !

When Zhu Ping put away the pen and put it back in the pen holder, Zhang Catcher was stunned, chewing on a peanut. What's going on, isn't Master Zhu the number one scholar who is famous all over the capital, why did he pick up the brush and stop writing after gesticulating twice? Can't write it? no? ! Logically speaking, isn't it as easy for Zhuangyuan Lang to write poems and paintings as it is for us to drink and eat meat? !

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise it would be embarrassing to write half of it, and it would be embarrassing. Isn't this smashing the brand of the number one scholar? If it were me, I would have to bite the bullet and finish writing.

"Master Zhu, drink some tea and take a break before writing..."

Zhang Butou winked, got up and poured a cup of tea, and handed Zhu Pingan a step down. He never thought that Zhu Ping'an had finished writing. In his opinion, literati pay attention to scrutiny when writing poems and lyrics, and the day lily will be cold after writing a poem. For example, Mr. Fu Zun once came to find Fu Zun because he had something to do, and Fu Zun happened to be writing a poem at that time, so he told himself to wait for a while. As a result, I waited for a long time...

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Just as Zhang Catcher handed the teacup to Zhu Pingan, he glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then his whole body shook, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had been electrocuted.

On the rice paper, a song "To the Governor of Zhou" suddenly appeared in front of him. Thirty-two short words, like riding the wind and waves, with a sense of righteousness, almost bursting out of paper.

"Zhu, Mr. Zhu, this is written too fast!" The teacup Zhang catcher was holding was almost thrown out, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Soon?" Zhu Pingan took the teacup handed over by Catcher Zhang, thanked him, and asked after touching the back of his head.

"Of course, quickly, if you don't believe me, ask the governor... Your lord..." Zhang Catcher nodded vigorously, and turned to Zhou Zhifu as he spoke.

what

Zhang Tutou turned his head, and almost swallowed the words in his mouth, and saw that Zhou Zhifu seemed to have suffered a stroke, staring at the poem "To Zhou Zhifu" on the table with burning eyes, and still muttering words in his mouth.

"The sun is slanting in the vast sorrow of sorrow, and the east of the whip is the end of the world. Zihou, you and I are the same people who have fallen into the sky of sorrow. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. I have been an official outside my hometown for more than ten years. Every time the moon is full , can’t help but breed homesickness.”

"Luohong is not a ruthless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect flowers... These two sentences are even more wonderful. Although we are suffering from sorrow, our heart to serve the country and the people remains undiminished. To make dust, only the fragrance remains the same', which shows the heart of doing one's best for the country and the people, Zi Hou's poem is very good, very good..."

"Zihou's poem is full of words, and its name will last forever. It's just that Zhou is ashamed and can't afford this masterpiece. Zihou should change the title of the poem."

Zhou Houjie looked at Zhu Ping'an's "Gift to Zhou Zhifu" with burning eyes, and he was full of praise for it. He compared Zhu Ping's poem with Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei", and secretly admired Zhu Ping's poem even more. poetry.

"I can afford it. If Mr. Zhou can't afford it, who can?" Zhu Ping'an said at the right time.

The poem "Zengzhou Zhifu" comes from the "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai: The Great Sorrow of the Sorrows and the Slanting Sun" by Gong Zizhen, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty. It just changed the name of the poem. The Qing Ci "Designing Talents" is adapted from another poem "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen.

This poem was written by Gong Zizhen when he left Beijing. Zhou Houjie just talked about patriotism from nostalgia, the two are very similar, and he immediately hooked this poem out of Zhu Pingan's mind.

"Zihou, don't flatter me. I still have self-knowledge. If I don't go to court in advance, I will say that I am in the Ming Dynasty. There are countless people who are worthy of this poem than Zhou Houjie. Zihou, don't underestimate the people of the world. Before A few days ago, when I got together with some Tongnian, I heard about a county magistrate named Hai Rui in Chun’an from Tongnian who was a censor. This person is several times more honest than me." Zhou Houjie waved his hand and said, citing an example of Hai Rui.

Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised when he heard Hai Rui's name. It turned out that Hai Rui was already well-known at this time, and his reputation had reached the capital.

"What's the matter, Zihou?" Seeing this, Zhou Houjie asked.

"Oh, the Haizhi County that the adults mentioned, Ping An met once on the way back to Beijing from his hometown down the river." Zhu Pingan explained while carrying a teapot to fill up the tea for Zhou Houjie and Zhang Butou.

"Oh, tell me." Zhou Houjie became interested.

"It's like this, when Ping'an went down the Yangtze River..." Zhu Ping'an simply talked about the scene at that time...

While Zhu Ping'an and the others were eating, Orion Liu Dadao, holding a bag tightly like a miser, went into a **** shop not far from the Yamen of Shuntian Prefecture.

When Liu Dadao walked into the pawnshop, a man in charge quietly followed from behind. It was a steward from the Zhao Mansion in Masi Hutong, Beibing, who sneaked into the pawnshop behind Liu Dadao.

There is a huge round "Dang" character on the outer wall of the **** shop, and the interior layout is somewhat similar to that of a bank. The counter is a row of single rooms, and the imperial court sits in the isolated single room, leaving only a wicker window to trade with customers.

Chaofeng is the steward of the **** shop who is responsible for identifying and appraising the price. Because the pawnshop counter is high, people who come to **** have to hold things through the window to hand them to them.

"Shopkeeper, show me how much it's worth." Liu Dadao stuffed the package from the window to Zhang Chaofeng from the window, as if it contained some treasure.

"Tap to play, let me see."

Zhang Chaofeng took it carefully, and picked up a magnifying glass with a corner frame from the table. This magnifying glass was bought by the head of the family from the Hongmaoyi "Folangji". Only when you are willing to use it.

The shopkeeper has been in the pawnshop for more than ten years, and he is used to reading words and expressions, and he can roughly guess the value of the **** from a person's expression. Now, seeing Liu Dadao's nervous expression, he thought it was the family heirloom of this bumpkin's family. That's why I used the horn-framed magnifying glass.

However, when the shopkeeper was fully prepared and opened the package, he rolled his eyes and was almost smoked!

Caught off guard!

A smell of foot odor hits the face, the smell is so strong that it is so strong!

"Are you bullying me that there is no one in Tongfeng's **** shop, and you are playing the old man with a bag of broken shoes?!" Zhang Chaofeng's face turned pale from being smoked, and he asked Liu Dadao angrily, wishing to take the bag of shoes one by one. All of them were stuffed into Liu Dadao's mouth.

broken shoes

That’s right, it’s this bag of broken shoes, which the master ordered to take it down no matter what. The steward of the Zhao Mansion, who was pretending to be a **** at another window, glanced over here to confirm that he hadn't lost his partner, and he felt relieved.

(end of this chapter)