"But there's a beginning......

"How?"

Qiu Feng said: "Eight hundred miles around the circumference, gazing at the Liao......"

Pang Gen said: "Hmm...... This one started a little flat!"

"I don't think so. Tong shook his head and said, "It's good to be stable at the beginning, so that it is possible for Qifeng to stand out in the middle, otherwise it will be difficult to win and bet on that person!"

"This ......"

"Hammer is right!" Wang Glasses also agreed with Tong Chui's idea, "But Feng Shao, the word 'Liao' in your second sentence had better be changed to the word 'Lao', so as to echo the habit of the ancients to use words." ”

Qiu Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Yes, it should be changed to the word 'Lao', but the next ......"

"Let's take it with the mountains!"

"That's right, that's right, let me think. Qiu Feng hugged his chest with one hand and pinched his chin with one hand, frowned and said: "The terrain of the mountain is high, and the water culvert is wide in the sky. ”

"The artistic conception is good, that's the ......"

"What's wrong?" Qiu Feng asked.

"There is water all around, and Junshan is just a small pot, I think it is better to reverse the position of the two poems. ”

Qiu Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean 'the water culvert is wide in the sky and the shadow is wide, and the terrain is high in the mountains'?"

"Yes, the circumference is eight hundred miles, and it is hard to look at it. The water culvert sky is wide, and the terrain of the mountain is high...... It's a lot smoother!"

"Well, that's right. ”

On the other side of the deck.

Yang Tang is still shooting with Duan Yibin and others, as if he wants to take pictures of the beautiful Dongting scenery everywhere.

After taking another group of photos, Shangguan Mingxin couldn't help but say, "Junior brother, wait for the next poem, why don't you brew it?"

"What's brewing?" Yang Tang was stunned.

"What do you think should be brewed?" Shangguan Mingxin asked angrily.

Yang Tang pouted and said: "Don't worry, don't you just write poems, I have a dozen in my head, there are so many that I can't lose!"

At first, when he traveled to this life, Yang Tang was not very good at plagiarizing the poems and songs in his memory, and felt that this was a very embarrassing thing, but as he plagiarized more and more words, it became more and more indifferent. In his opinion, if so many Niu Cha poems and articles are not copied out for the general public in this world to see and understand, and if they are not shocked, it is simply a tyrannical thing and a crime.

This is as if a large amount of money is kept in a bank and does not move, and it does not become a column of numbers? And money is actually only a medium, a manifestation of value, if we return to the primitive barter, what is the situation when money is added to it? A sheepskin is priced at 200 yuan, a cowhide is worth 1,000 yuan, and 50 sheepskins are exchanged for 10,000 yuan, and 10,000 yuan for 10,000 cowhides, which is to put it bluntly, a pile of goods worth 10,000 yuan is exchanged for another pile of goods of roughly equal value.

Therefore, money in the bank is of little use except for emergency situations in a peaceful environment. If time and space are converted to troubled times, it will really respond to the line in the TV series: "You can also buy some gold, otherwise the pound will be fine and the dollar will be fine, but don't ask for fiat currency, otherwise one day I will cross the sea from the northeast to kill, and the money will really become a pile of waste paper." ”

The posture in Yang Tang's mind is the same, if he doesn't use it, it is a pile of waste. Of course, many of the things in his memory can be used whenever they are taken out, and they will not be like fiat currency, which will depreciate sharply at the slightest turbulence in the external environment.

"You don't believe it?" Yang Tang glanced at Shangguan Mingxin, and then swept at Duan Yibin and Zhang Qin, only to see that their faces were very disapproving, "Heh~~ You are really the emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry!"

"What did you say!?" Shangguan Mingxin stared.

Yang Tang didn't repeat it a second time, but only pondered for a while, and then chanted: "The Jiao room is surrounded by green grass, and the dragon pile is surrounded by white sand." Protecting the river Pangu wood, welcoming the dancing crows. The south wind is breaking the waves, and the sails are afraid of the sun. Tens of thousands of stacks of clouds and mountains, and the bottom is immortal...... How's this poem?"

Shangguan and the others were all suffocated and speechless.

Yang Tang continued: "Dongting fish can be picked up, and it is more pretendent. If there are ants before the rain, there are more flies after the fall. Thinking about the scales as a lamp, still counting the belly as a lamp. The mighty Tianchi Road, soaring to turn Peng...... What about this one?"

The crowd was speechless again.

Yang Tang stared at Shangguan Mingxin's bright eyes, and said, "Senior sister, do you want me to come up with a few more?"

Shangguan Mingxin was a little embarrassed and said, "You're enough, aren't you just a few broken poems, what's the matter?"

When Yang Tang heard this, he immediately changed his expression and asked, "Then let's continue to take pictures?"

"Hmph, girl, Sister Dong, let's take a few photos together!" As she spoke, Shangguan Mingxin shook her face and grabbed Xia E's arm on the side.

Seeing this, Zhang Qin came over and bumped Yang Tang on the shoulder: "Okay, brother, you can squeeze the arrogant Shangguan ......"

"Hey, hey!"

Ten minutes passed quickly.

Two groups of people came together.

Qiu Feng glanced at Yang Tang, who was there with the old god, and said, "It seems that you are ready......

Yang Tang made a gesture to stop, and said lightly: "Whether I'm ready or not, you have to start first, let's start!"

"This ......" Qiu Feng was a little stuck.

"What's the matter, you're not ready?" Yang Tang asked.

"That's right, Feng Shao has to think again. Pang Gen took the conversation, "If you have a good draft, you can come first." ”

"No need. Yang Tang waved his hand and said, "I said before that you would come first, but since you can't come now, then even if we win!

Qiu Feng was stunned and said, "Why did you win?"

"That's it, this poem hasn't been published yet, what kind of money is it given?" said Tong Chui.

Duan Yibin couldn't stand it anymore, and also helped: "Then you are composing poetry!"

Seeing that he couldn't be entangled, Yue Feng suddenly said aloud: "Okay, I'll compose poems, you can prick up your ears and listen." ”

Shangguan Mingxin snorted: "Read you, it's really grinding!"

Qiu Feng froze when he heard this, and his heart was a little uncomfortable.

"Oops!"

"What's wrong, Aru?"

Nan Qinru lowered her voice and said: "I didn't expect Qiu Feng to be so brainless, he originally wanted to disrupt the other party's rhythm with nonsense, but after a lot of rhetoric, he was in a mess." ”

"Then, then he won't lose, right?"

Qiu Feng didn't hear Nan Qinru's evaluation of him, otherwise the formation would have been even more chaotic, but under the gaze of Yang Tang and the others, he had to stubbornly groan: "Eight hundred miles around the world, it will be hard to look at it." The water culvert sky shadow is wide, and the mountain topography is high. Jia Ke stopped for a long time, and the fisherman turned around a few times. Where the wind rises, there are drums and waves...... How?"

"Plain, very plain poetry. After Yang Tang commented very casually, he immediately recited: The level of July Lake is too clear. Steaming clouds and dreams, shaking Yuezhou City. If you want to help without a boat, you will be ashamed and sage. Looking at the anglers from afar, there is nothing to envy the fish. ”

"Okay, what a 'vain envy'!"

"What a poem, applause!"

"Bang bang bang...... I think the phrase 'shame and sageness' is very good. ”

"That's ...... Bang bang bang!"

Driven by Duan Yibin and them, even the two girls from Qiu Feng's group applauded. One of them is Lixin, which made Qiu Feng so embarrassed!

Not only that, but the applause also tempted the surrounding passengers to come over and inquire about the details of the poems, Zhang Qin and Dong Yun took the opportunity to spread Yang Tang's poems, and won a burst of praise, and even Qiu Feng did not dare to spread his own poems easily.

Seeing that Qiu Feng looked a little at a loss, Yang Tang hit the railway while it was hot: "How about it? It's time to give one million now, right? By the way, my Huaxia Bank account number is XXXXXXXXXXXXX......"

Qiu Feng was shocked when he heard this, turned his head to look at Nan Qinru, who was looking at him expressionlessly, and under the excitement of his heart, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "I'll turn!" didn't even mention the fact that Pang Gen had borrowed him 900,000 yuan first, and directly transferred 1 million from his private account to the account given by Yang Tang.

After a while, Yang Tang received a text message prompt, saying that the new account received one million: "That's right, I received your money, let's clear it together!" Speaking of this, he turned around and beckoned Duan Yibin and the others: "If you have money, let's go and eat Western food together!"

So Yang Tang and the others walked away, leaving Qiu Feng and his gang to slander in the same place.

"Cut~~ I don't know where it is, and I have to shout all over the world when I eat a Western food. ”

"That's it...... Nouveau riche pie, such a person can't grow!"

"Why don't we go eat Western food, order expensive dishes, and shame them to death......"

"You pig, do you have brains, people have a million less maple for nothing, how expensive do we have to order to compare with them?"

"Uh...... It's also true!"

"So what now......?

Qiu Feng felt embarrassed, and he didn't look at the person who called him, waved his hand and said, "You guys play, I'll go back to the room to calm down." With that, regardless of the others' retention, he went into the cabin on his own.

Just after one o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Tang took everyone to the door of the western restaurant after practicing the thirty-six pictures, but he bumped into Qiu Feng without thinking. At this time, he was alone, and he was grabbing the neck of a squinted young man and said, "Slow, this matter is not over if you lose money, you have to apologize solemnly for breaking this lady's skirt!"

The squinted-eyed young man tilted his head and looked at Qiu Feng, and said with a smile: "You are really funny, you are small-sister got my money, and you didn't put another fart, which onion is your mother, making trouble to find death?"

Yang Tang's eyes froze when he saw this, if he was not mistaken, the slinger was obviously stained with blood, and the squint-eyed young man who played the knife was even stronger and tougher, and he obviously specialized in training short soldiers.

"You, who do you say is Miss?" the light-makeup woman who was pinching the skirt on the side of her thigh next to her asked the squinted-eyed young man.

"Of course it's you, Miss, are you married, or are you already the mother of the child?" said the squinted-eyed young man.

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