Wu Xiaotian and Zhang Guoming, father and son, were also attracted by this sudden sound, they were a little surprised, and they didn't know what happened. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking into the distance, I saw that there should be something big going on for a large circle of people.

Zhang Guoming said with a smile: "Let's go over and have a look, and when the party is over, we will talk in detail." ”

Wu Xiaotian nodded in agreement, knowing that as a hotel owner, he must have a bunch of things to do at night.

So, they stopped talking and walked towards the place where the sound came from.

As soon as the three of them got there, they heard the voice of a man, who spoke in a stiff Chinese language.

"Hehe, it is said that Chinese culture is broad and profound, and we also admire it very much, are these just in the past tense? Now, just these simple poems, no one can take them?"

At this time, Wu Xiaotian also saw that the person who was talking was Lee Xianji, the head of the South Korean delegation just now, who stood in front of a round table and said with a smile.

"Yes, we Korean poets really want to understand the ancient cultural heritage of contemporary Chinese artists. One of the Koreans echoed in half-baked Chinese.

"We are very much looking forward to it, if these simple ancient poems cannot be accepted by artists in your country, then how can China be the birthplace of Chinese language and culture, I think we are more qualified in South Korea." ”

"Well, yes. ”

The two Koreans, singing and harmonizing like this, belittled the Chinese artists as if they were praising and depreciating the current ancient culture of the Chinese artists.

Wu Xiaotian was a little puzzled, wasn't this an ordinary reception to welcome them? How did it become a fighting poem? Could it have been arranged a long time ago?

He looked at Zhang Guoming next to him, he was the owner of this hotel, and he had just come here with Lee Xianji, a Korean, and Liu Huilan, president of the Xingbei City Artists Association, so he should know some of these things.

So he asked, "Mr. Zhang, what's going on?"

However, Zhang Guoming is also confused now.

According to the prior process of this drinking party, there should be no such link, he frowned, shook his head and said, "I don't know very well. ”

The onlookers had already begun to discuss, and one of them was quite angry, and said angrily: "We should let them see the heritage of our Chinese culture, we have a history of thousands of years, and there have been countless cultural celebrities, are you so downcast that you are afraid of his little South Korea now?"

One of the people behind said: "That's not necessarily, people are obviously prepared." ”

The person in front also agreed with this point of view, and said dissatisfiedly: "We have already fought several rounds just now, and our Chinese artists are obviously not well prepared, and they are clearly caught us off guard." ”

"But you can't let anyone insult our Chinese culture on our Chinese soil, it's too annoying. Someone said indignantly on the side.

"What else can I do? You see that several major Chinese artists here today are not good at ancient poetry, and the obvious research on these rhymes, symmetry and the like is not very deep. ”

"That is, at today's gathering, I didn't see Mr. Zheng and Mr. Wang, who are good at ancient poetry, but they specialize in ancient Chinese poetry, and they are invariably absent today, I don't know what the reason is. ”

"I heard that Zheng Lao is on a business trip and has gone to the capital to give a speech, and as for Wang Lao, he has always had a strange temper, and he does not want to participate in these messy gatherings. ”

Someone said unfairly: "Wang Lao didn't come, it's not because of those people, they just said that ancient Chinese poetry is outdated and not suitable for the development of modern culture." ”

The onlookers were talking, but there were no good ideas for a while.

Wu Xiaotian listened to everyone's conversation and knew the general situation of the matter.

The party is a normal welcome banquet, and the Heungbuk Artists Association is the host, specially entertaining Korean guests.

It's just that I didn't expect that this guest was not only not grateful to the host, but was used by them to use this opportunity to attack Chinese culture with ancient poems that had been prepared for a long time.

Wu Xiaotian was silent on the side.

Calculating the time, it has been more than two months since he came to this world, from being strange at the beginning to now integrating into it, and slowly liking this world.

Although it is somewhat different from the China of the previous life, it is essentially the same root and origin.

Same skin color, same language, same food, same culture.

If he really doesn't want to do something in this world, then the countless number of novels in his head is his incomparable innate advantage.

Relying on these memories, he could have a steady stream of novels serialized in various magazines and then published, and he became an excellent best-selling novelist, earning a lot of money, eating fragrant food, drinking spicy food, and living a rich and prosperous life without worrying about food and clothing.

But is this how he is going to live his life in this world?

In this world, military wars and financial wars may have disappeared, and they have been thrown away by all countries in the world, but the cultural wars are intensifying.

Moreover, in order to win the culture war and achieve the goal of world domination, countries have resorted to endless means.

Although China has thousands of years of cultural heritage, it is also tired of coping with the encirclement and suppression of many countries.

Not only that, but the Chinese artists in this world have also inherited the "bad" traditions of their previous lives, and they are still fighting inwardly under the threat of external threats, so they are taken advantage of by other cultures.

However, Wu Xiaotian believes that these are only temporary phenomena.

He believes that it is not that Chinese culture has lost its attractiveness, let alone that Chinese culture has lost its inheritance, but that in the case of Chinese artists who do not understand the overall situation, many talents are disheartened and unwilling to stand up.

The times make heroes.

In times of war, there are countless heroes, and when the financial storm comes, there are always economists who can turn the tide.

And in this era of brilliant culture, he believes that there will be people who will stand up, wave their arms, and shout loudly for Chinese culture.

In life, there are always some things worth fighting for and guarding.

In this way, Wu Xiaotian is willing to become a member of the guardian of Chinese culture.

"Is there no one?" Zhang Guoming looked at the Chinese artist in front of him with contempt and said triumphantly.

This is what he prepared when he was in Korea, just to watch the jokes of Chinese artists.

Wu Xiaotian looked at Zhang Guoming's unbridled smile on it, he looked at the poems that had already been laid out, he asked Zhang Aihua to take care of Bei Bei first, and he walked out of the crowd without hesitation.