The so-called raise your hand and don't hit the smiling person, when Zhao Fu took the patriarch of Zhaojiazhuang to Lousang Village again, he saw his wrinkles that can kill flies when he laughs, an old Mr. Zheng on the left, and a Master Zheng on the right, scolding and not fighting back, no one can resist it.

After some stalking bargaining, he took away 38 places in the school and 62 places in the training camp, and before leaving, he asked Zhao Yun to learn his skills hard, and he didn't mention anything about marrying a wife and having children.

Thick-skinned people are not cultivated, but forced out, and the old people who can not even have the last bit of dignity for the sake of their younger generations should be respected.

So there is the Zhaojiazhuang effect, Zhangjiazhuang, Lijiazhuang, Chenjiazhuang...... came to visit, it seems that Zheng Xuan has no time to deal with the cultural exchange meeting, so Yile has to operate according to his own method.

A propaganda announcement made him uncomfortable, and after thinking about it for a few days, he really couldn't write that obscure Chinese, so he had to be simple and clear.

"Sitting alone in the pond is like a tiger, and nourishing the spirit under the green trees. If I don't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound. Guanghe drunk immortal building in the mid-autumn of the second year, and he did not accept the battle! ”

Yile doesn't think about how it will give the scholars a reaction, all he wants is a reaction, and the more intense the good and the bad, the better.

When Zheng Xuan angrily took this provocation book and found Yile, this challenge book had quietly spread all over North China.

"I'm angry old man, boy, do you want Zhuojun to be drowned in spit? The soldiers of the Han Dynasty are crazy, and they are more terrible than thousands of troops! ”

"What does Zheng think of this poem?"

"That's neat, uh, I'm asking you, don't get away from it."

Yile looked at the angry Zheng Xuan and said with a smile: "If the protagonist changes to someone else and makes such a challenge, it is estimated that Zheng Gong will only laugh at it." ”

Zheng Xuan was stunned for a moment and said, "It's not good to say this." ”

Seeing that Zheng Xuan eased up, Yile continued: "It's all for learning, for inheritance, I don't mind being pushed to the forefront." ”

"How do you feel like you're being calculated."

"Zheng Gong just cares for his students, not to mention being calculated."

A person who values knowledge more than life doesn't care much about reputation.

The weather in July is no different from the past except for the sun is a little more poisonous and the rain is a little more.

Liu Bei was newly appointed as Taishou, so he held a cultural exchange meeting, and many poor talents thought that they were too good at writing, so they wanted to use this opportunity to win attention with a poem and a word, and seek an opportunity to enter the office.

There was a crowd of people outside the drunken fairy building, and the staircase was also crowded with people who looked like scholars, only because there was a riddle poem hanging at the staircase, and they could only go upstairs if they guessed the answer.

"From afar, the mountains are colorful, and the water is silent. The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

"The first level, guess the riddle poem, please clear it by your own ability." Dahan Shizi disdains cheating, and if he knows the answer, he will naturally not say it and insult others.

It is difficult to stop real readers from riddle poems of this level, and the real reason for their reluctance to leave is only the wine and food in the drunken fairy building.

The box on the second floor is full of calligraphy and paintings and the introduction of Lousang Village's output, citing the past and the present, illustrated and illustrated, and the smell of books and copper is mixed in a room, and no one feels uncomfortable.

"Makeup is as high as a jasper tree, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Yes, yes, I haven't read good poetry for a long time. A gentleman in Tsing Yi read the poems on the calligraphy and paintings.

Such a scene was going on in every chamber, and suddenly I heard a person say in a loud voice: "I don't know which brother Yile is, I won't speak first in the spring, which insect dares to make a sound." Ignoring all the talented people in the world, today my country has the courage to ask for advice. ”

As soon as Yile heard that it was Guoyuan, he reflexively stood up, muttering in his heart, isn't this guy in Shandong? Hey? No, the annals record that he worships Zheng Xuan as a teacher, could it be that fate has arrived?

was stirred up by Guo Yuan's words, and none of the people present were Bai Ding, although they were not foul-mouthed, but the literati were light, and it was still difficult to listen to the mean words.

Yile wants this effect, and he doesn't embellish it, he stands on the railing on the second floor and looks down, and says with a smile: "Everyone, you shouldn't change your surname, you can't change your name, it's Yile below." Brother Guoyuan, what advice do you have! ”

Everyone looked for the immature voice, and saw a young man about ten years old, holding a feather fan in his hand, dressed as a scholar.

Guo Yuan arched his hand at Yi Le and said: "I don't dare to give advice, but when it comes to poetry and songs, I think I am not inferior to Yi Xiaolang." ”

"Your Excellency means to be more than one?"

Guo Yuan said arrogantly: "What's the matter! ”

"Since it's a competition, the lottery head naturally can't be less, I lose, kowtow to the world's scholars, all the scholars have accommodation and meal expenses, if Brother Guoyuan loses, Liu's Academy is still one teacher left, and during the five-year teaching period, Brother Guoyuan dares to compare?"

The scholars cheered when they heard this, Guo Yuan's face was slightly dark, and he couldn't help but retreat from such a situation, so he said: "Who loses and who wins, it's better than I don't know, how can there be a reason to retreat." ”

Yile said with a smile: "You are a guest at the door, please ask Brother Guoyuan to ask the question." ”

Guo Yuan was speechless for a while, he just wanted to fight the unevenness just now, he didn't think that it would develop to this extent, and he didn't have an idea for a while, so he pushed and said: "As the saying goes, a strong dragon doesn't suppress the head snake on the ground, so it's better for Brother Yile to solve the problem." ”

The restaurant has begun to quiet down at this time, waiting for Yile to come up with the question.

I saw Yile shaking a feather fan and saying to Liu Ping: "Give each of the scholars here a pot of wine, and all of it will be credited to my account." ”

Everyone got up to give a salute to say thank you, and then they heard Yile say: "Brother Guoyuan, the next song of the frog represents summer, let's use the remaining three seasons as the theme to write a poem each, let everyone here comment on who is good and who is inferior, how about it?" ”

Guo Yuan actually couldn't understand why this young man was so colorful, winning or losing is good for himself, and when he heard Yile make a question, he said: "So good!" ”

"Such a happy decision! Then let's write three poems first. ”

"Wing Chun, spring sleep is not aware, everywhere I smell birds. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

Yile paused for a moment, and then continued:

"Yongqiu, far up the cold mountain stone path slope, Baiyunsheng has a home. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February. ”

Yile paused again, paced and shook his head and continued:

"In winter, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow. ”

As soon as the three poems came out, they were suddenly silent, and then everyone shouted in unison, "Okay!" Everyone was still reminiscing about the charm of the verse, and each whispered silently.

There is no doubt about the origin of the poem, such a poem is not something that ordinary people can make, and the famous people have always been noble, even for the Son of Heaven do not want to do this ghostwriting, let alone a noble man.

Guo Yuan sighed silently, knowing that he couldn't make a better poem than this today anyway, and was about to speak, when he heard Yi Le say: "Brothers, there is an urgent matter in the lower mansion, and you need to go back to deal with it immediately, and you have to wait for the next day to compete with Brother Guoyuan. ”

Guo Yuan saw it very clearly, and Yile clearly cast an ambiguous look at him before leaving. Guoyuan knows what's going on, people have given him enough face, so he naturally can't break his word and get fat.

"Are these three poems really written by your kid? Why didn't the old man see that you still have such profound attainments? The three poems of Chun Chun and Autumn and Dong reached Zheng Xuan's ears, and he immediately interrogated Yile.

Yile was very helpless, he could deceive everyone, how could he hide Zheng Xuan? So he said embarrassedly: "Zheng Gong don't underestimate people, although this is done by the senior brother, but the kid is also a talented person, don't chill people's hearts." ”

Zheng Xuan looked contemptuous, and said coldly: "Fortunately, you are still honest, you are the only one left in South China Normal now, although it is a theft, it is also famous, let you go." ”

Yile smiled and said: "The kid has found a talented person for you, Zheng Gong will definitely like it." ”

"Let's see!"

The relationship between the two masters and apprentices in history will not change because of Zheng Xuan's early release from prison, and what should happen will inevitably happen.

Yile really wanted to get Xun Yu, Wang Lang, and Cai Yong into Liu Bei's camp, but he was afraid of disrupting the course of history and happening something that shouldn't happen.

Since the birth of the three poems, a month, Zhuojun City ushered in waves of literati, the inn was full, the houses were broken, and still could not solve the accommodation problem of these people, so the rental tent industry came into being, and Lousang Village entered the eyes of the world.

In the beginning, Zheng Xuan would set up an altar at the city gate every ten days to give lectures, but in view of the enthusiastic response from the disciples, it was changed to once every five days.

The disciples were more enthusiastic and changed once every three days.

Now every day in the city gate to lecture and tell stories, up to astronomy, the following geography, the students are thirsty for knowledge, Mr. knows everything, a good harmonious scene.

"It's a shame that this old man is still pretending to say something, a crazy man is more terrible than thousands of troops, why don't you see him scared at all now." Yile scolded secretly.

In the days when Zheng Xuan was not in the school, the students in the school received a task to copy the books and copy the lessons that Zheng Xuan had taught into books, and those scholars should not be stingy with that little money.

Guo Yuan came to Lousang as scheduled, and he actually had a complicated feeling that he was lucky that he didn't win. Zheng Xuan alone is enough to make him desperate to take charge of the coach, and at this time, Yile can't drive him away even if he wants to.

"Xiaolang, you did it on purpose." After getting along for a while, Guoyuan thought of himself as Lou Sang's person, and asked when he saw Yile.

"Hey, you are the only one who dares to mention the frog in front of everyone, and a brave scholar should be respected, which is probably your source of blessing. If you want to be grateful to me, just take 10 million dollars. ”

Guo Yuan was dumbfounded, immediately turned around and ran, and Yile shouted behind him: "Brother Guo Yuan, don't go!" Let's talk about it. ”

I really can't imagine that the three poems came from this person's mouth.

(To be continued, please collect)