The full text of "Gift to the Governor of Zhou" is 32 words, like a pen walking a dragon and a snake, with a wave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

From Zhu Ping'an's getting up to the time the poem is written, it is a few breaths of time. When Zhu Ping'an picked up the pen to write, Zhang Zhutou stuffed a handful of boiled peanuts into his mouth with a spoon, and when Zhu Ping'an finished writing, the peanuts in Zhang Zhutou's mouth had not been chewed.

Bite? Don't write it?!

When Zhu Ping'an put the pen away and put it back in the pen holder, Zhang Zhutou was stunned as he chewed peanuts in his mouth. What's the matter, isn't Lord Zhu the champion of the capital, why did he pick up the brush and make two strokes and stop writing? Can't you write it? No way?! It stands to reason that Zhuangyuanlang writes poems and paints, isn't it as easy as drinking wine and eating meat?!

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise it would be embarrassing to not be able to write half of it, isn't this a sign of smashing your own champion. If it were me, I'd have to finish it.

"Master Zhu, you can take a sip of tea and rest before writing......"

Zhang Zhutou was very eye-catching, got up and poured a cup of tea, and handed Zhu Ping'an a step down. He didn't expect Zhu Ping'an to finish writing, in his opinion, literati pay attention to scrutiny when writing poems and lyrics, and the daylily will be cold when a poem is written. For example, Lord Fuzun is, once he came to Fuzun for something, and Fuzun happened to be writing poems at that time, and told himself to wait a while. As a result, I waited for a long time......

Wait a minute

Just as Zhang Zhutou handed the teacup to Zhu Ping'an, his eyes glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then he was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body was like an electric shock.

I saw that on the rice paper, a song "Gift to the Governor of Zhou" suddenly appeared in front of him. In just thirty-two words, like riding the wind and waves, with a heroic righteousness, almost wanting to break the paper.

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

"Soon?" Zhu Ping'an took the teacup handed by Zhang Zhutou, said thank you, and then touched the back of his head and asked.

"Of course quickly, if you don't believe it, ask the Lord...... My lord......" Zhang Zhutou nodded vigorously, and turned his head to Governor Zhou's mansion as he spoke.

Zhang Zhutou turned his head, and the words in his mouth almost didn't swallow in his stomach, only to see that Zhou Zhifu looked like he had had a stroke, staring at the poem "Gift to Zhou Zhifu" on the table, and there were words in his mouth.

"The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Zihou, you and I are both sorrowful and degenerate. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, the official has been away from home for more than ten years, and every time the moon is full, it is inevitable to breed homesickness. ”

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud to protect flowers....... these two sentences are even more wonderful, although the pain of leaving sorrow, but the heart of serving the country and the people is not reduced, Zihou this sentence rebounds Lu Fangweng's 'scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before', but also shows the heart of doing his best for the country and the people, Zihou This poem is very good, very good......

Zihou's poem is a pearl, and it will be famous through the ages, but Zhou is ashamed and can't afford this masterpiece. Zihou still changed the name of the poem. ”

Zhou Houjie looked at Zhu Ping'an's poem "Gift to the Governor of Zhou" with burning eyes, praised it, and compared Zhu Ping'an's poem with Lu You's "Fortune Operator, Yongmei", and faintly appreciated Zhu Ping'an's poem.

"If Lord Zhou can't afford it, who can afford it?" Zhu Ping'an said in a timely manner.

The poem "Zengzhou Prefect" comes from the late Qing poet Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems, Vast and Sorrowful Daytime Slope", but the name of the poem was changed.

This poem was written by Gong Zizhen when he left Beijing, supporting his words and aspirations, and turning from parting feelings to expressing his will and dedication to the country. Zhou Houjie just talked about serving the country from homesickness, the two are very similar, and this poem suddenly came out of Zhu Ping'an's mind.

"Zihou, don't lift me up, this official is still self-aware. If you don't go to court in advance, you can say that I am a Ming dynasty today, and there are countless people who are more worthy of this poem than my Zhou Houjie. Zihou should not underestimate the people of the world. A few days ago, when I got together with some of the same year, I heard about a county named Hai Rui in Chun'an from the mouth of the same year who did the imperial history, and praised it in the same year. This man is many times more incorruptible than me. Zhou Houjie waved his hand and said, giving 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 famous at this time, and his reputation had reached the capital, and sure enough, the fragrance of wine was not afraid of deep alleys.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, Zhou Houjie asked.

"Oh, the Haizhi County that the adults said, Ping An had a relationship on the way back to Beijing from his hometown this time." Zhu Ping'an explained while carrying a teapot to fill the tea for Zhou Houjie and Zhang Zhutou.

"Oh, let's hear it." Zhou Houjie was interested.

"That's the case, when Ping'an went down the Yangtze River...... Zhu Ping'an simply said the scene at that time......

When Zhu Ping'an and them were eating, Orion Liu Dadao carried a burden tightly like Scrooge into a pawn shop not far from the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion.

When Liu Dadao walked into the pawn shop, a person who looked like a steward quietly followed him from behind, it was a steward in Zhao Mansion in Beibing Masi Hutong, who sneakily followed Liu Dadao into the pawnshop.

There is a huge round "dang" character on the outer wall of the pawnshop, which is somewhat similar to the money bank, and the counter is a row of single rooms, and the court sits in the isolated single room, leaving only a willow window to trade with customers.

The pawnshop is the steward responsible for the appraisal of the pawnshop, because the pawnshop counter is high, and the people who come to pawn have to carry things to them through the window, just like "the pilgrimage to the saints", so it is called the pilgrimage.

"Shopkeeper, you give the palm of your hand and see how much it is worth." Liu Dadao stuffed the burden from the window to Zhang Chaofeng as if he was offering a treasure, as if there was some treasure inside.

"Tap and let me see."

Zhang Chaofeng took it carefully, and picked up a corner frame magnifying glass from the table, this magnifying glass was purchased from the Hongmaoyi "Franc Machine" people, and it was expensive, Zhang Chaofeng was willing to use it when identifying precious objects.

This shopkeeper has been in the pawnshop for more than ten years, and he is used to observing words and feelings, and he can roughly guess what the value of the pawn is from a person's expression.

However, when the shopkeeper's 10,000 points of preparation opened the baggage, his eyes rolled and he was almost smoked!

Caught with one's pants down!

A foot smell came to my face, and the smell was so strong that it was on the top!

"Are you deceiving me and having no one in the Feng pawnshop, taking a bag of broken shoes to trick the old man?!" Zhang Chaofeng's smoked face turned pale, and he questioned Liu Dadao angrily, eager to stuff all the bags and shoes into Liu Dadao's mouth.

Broken shoes

That's right, it's this bag of broken shoes, and the old man told him to take it down no matter what. The steward of the Zhao Mansion, who was pretending to pawn in another window, glanced here, and saw that he had not lost the object, and his heart was relieved.