The bell rings! The Guozi school year exam is over.

Many students suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and handed in the exam papers in their hands nervously.

Of course, there are also many students who are full of self-confidence and feel good about themselves, and they can't help but show a smug look on their faces.

"From the younger brother's point of view, in Brother Wei's poems, the teacher's kindness is like a mountain, and his love is as deep as the sea. It is sure to be in sight! A student looked at Wei Si'an's rewritten poem and praised it with a look of amazement.

Wei Si'an showed a smug face and said, "The teacher's grace is unforgettable!" As for the ranking, the students are not valued by the subordinates, but they can only do their best to write their gratitude to their teachers, and live up to the teachings of their masters for many years. ”

"Brother Wei is really talented and virtuous, and he should be a model for our students." Everyone touted.

"Brother Mo! Brother Mo has always been a good poet, I don't know if I can let me wait for a masterpiece. Wei Si'an was being praised by everyone, and suddenly saw Merton passing by, and couldn't help but light up his eyes, and said lightly.

In his opinion, Murton is a son of the Mo family, and Doctor Guozixue is a Confucian master, what poems can Morton write to thank his teacher?

If Merton writes well, I'm afraid there is also a suspicion of flattery.

Before Morton could speak, Qin Huaiyu on the side suddenly snorted coldly and said, "I don't know who gave you the courage to dare to compare poetry with Morton." ”

He now has absolute confidence in Merton, who has never lost in poetry, and in his opinion even this psalm is difficult to write, it is a piece of cake for Merton.

"Brother Wei is a talented son of our country's eunuch, no worse than the Mo family?" A follower beside Wei Si'an said proudly.

"Why don't I wait for a bet to see who has the highest ranking in the poetry between you and Merton, Lao Tzu will press a thousand taels, and bet on Merton to win." Cheng Chumo suddenly said excitedly.

When Morton first entered the National Prison, he took advantage of Merton's ruthlessness to make a fortune, and only then did he own 30% of the Mojia Food City, and since then he has been rich.

This time, Guozijian took the year-end exam, and they all wanted to take the exam in person, and there was no shortage of money in their hands, so they naturally didn't want to risk being punished to set up a gambling game.

But seeing that Wei Si'an took the initiative to provoke, Cheng Chumo couldn't help but want to fulfill his long-cherished wish again.

"I'll also press two thousand taels!" Yu Chi Baolin didn't say much, and directly pressed out the year-end dividends that Merton gave him to the food city.

"I'm also pressing two thousand taels!" Qin Huaiyu also gritted his teeth and said.

"Five thousand taels!" The onlookers gasped.

Everyone knew that these three people had made a fortune with Merton, but they didn't expect to be so proud.

Wei Si'an immediately flinched in his heart, and shot five thousand taels at once, even if he was the sister-in-law of the Wei family in the south of the city, he couldn't take it out.

"If you don't have money, you can make a note, you can't pay it, and the Wei family in Chengnan will naturally pay when the time comes." Cheng Chumo smiled and said.

"In the country of the prison openly gambled, you and the other three really did not change." Wei Si'an snorted coldly, not fooled at all.

Although he is confident in his poems, in the face of the Mo family, whose poetry is famous in Chang'an City, even if there are restrictions on the subject matter, he has no confidence in his heart.

If he loses, he won't be able to get the money out in the end, and he will definitely not be able to eat and walk around in the family.

Watching Wei Si'an and the others leave in a gloomy manner, Qin Huaiyu said fiercely: "You dare to give Mo Dunbi poems, I don't know whether I live or die, you say yes!" Brother Mo! ”

"What do you say?"

Merton looked at himself angrily and didn't say a word, and was solved by the three of them neatly.

"What I wrote this time is the teacher's kindness, and it is not appropriate to use it for gambling, so don't mention this kind of gambling and fighting." Merton had a reminder.

The three of them suddenly screamed in their hearts.

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Dr. Guozixue returned to the prison all the way indifferently, and as soon as he sat down in his place, he couldn't wait to start reading the exam papers.

"Mo Jiazi is the first batch to hand in the papers, then the tenth to last of the exam papers." Dr. Guozixue immediately turned to the penultimate exam paper.

From the beginning of the exam, Dr. Guozixue has been paying close attention to Merton, from the time Murton started to the time Morton paused, and then he could see it clearly.

"If nothing else, it should be three psalms!" Dr. Guozixue said secretly in his heart.

When I took it out, it was indeed Mo Jiazi's unique pen font, and it was a full three.

Sure enough, it's three poems! Guozixue was secretly excited in his heart, and he couldn't wait to watch it.

"The new bamboo is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it all depends on the old stem for support. ......"Dr. Guozixue carefully read the first poem, and couldn't help but be satisfied, Hsinchu Lao Gan's metaphor for teachers and students is indeed appropriate, and it can show that as long as the old cadre's support can there be Hsinchu's promotion.

"There is quite an artistic conception that blue is better than blue." A sudden exclamation came from behind Dr. Guozixue.

Dr. Guozixue, who was immersed in the poems, was startled, and suddenly turned around, only to see that there were people standing behind him.

"Dr. Guozi, you are a little unkind, since the poems of the Mo family have been written, and you still have to enjoy them exclusively." Dr. Taixue Ma Jiayun said with a smile.

Dr. Guozixue suddenly shook his head and laughed, not only does the entire Guozijian love poetry, Merton's poetry has been recognized by the world, how can everyone endure it.

Dr. Guozixue had no choice but to unfold Merton's poem manuscript for everyone to appreciate.

"Meilan Zhuju, Zhu Nai is one of the four gentlemen, and it is indeed quite appropriate to use Hsinchu Lao Gan to refer to himself as a teacher and student." Ma Jiayun, a doctor of Taixue, praised that bamboo represents uprightness, purity, and iron bones, and the ancients loved to use bamboo as a metaphor for their poems.

Merton's psalm was an immediate success.

"It's a rare and excellent work." Doctor of arithmetic Shen Hongcai said.

Liu Yinian, a doctor of calligraphy, had a bad face, he couldn't see Mo Dun's power the most, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "In my opinion, although Mo Jiazi's poem is good, it is not at the level of Mo Jiazi. ”

As soon as Liu Yinian, a doctor of calligraphy, said this, the audience was immediately silent.

Although Liu Yinian was suspected of picking bones in the egg, he poured out the fact that although this poem is a good work, it is still at a lower level than Merton's Biansai three poems.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Liu Yinian couldn't help but show a smug smile, and continued to sow discord: "A person who can shout that a disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher, and a teacher does not have to be better than a disciple, how much gratitude can he have to the master?" ”

Everyone's faces were suddenly embarrassed.

"Don't be unpredictable, isn't there another one?" Shen Hongcai glanced at Liu Yinian coldly and reminded.

Dr. Guozixue remembered this and immediately turned to the second part.