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"Big--brother, let the younger brother go--go and catch the tiger--called--mountain tiger, and in winter--it is also good to add a tiger-tiger skin mattress--mattress to the big brother." Luo Shixin was originally born as a woodcutter in the mountains, and he often had the experience of encountering tigers, he was not afraid, and when he heard the roar of the tigers in the mountains, he couldn't help but have some itchy hands.

"Forget it, it's important to hurry. Luo Zi went to the back, so that Brother Ma could catch up quickly. Yang Er commanded, and Luo Shixin had no choice but to answer, urging the horse to go behind.

Before it was completely dark, the group finally entered Foping Town.

This Foping town can be regarded as a lively market town built on the road, here is the junction of Guanzhong and Hanzhong, but all the past business travelers will rest here for a night and then go, the business travelers who come and go have driven the prosperity of this Foping Town.

For dinner, Yang Er ate with Wang Dai and Chuchen in the guest room on the second floor. While the ladies were tidying up the table, Yang Er pushed open the half-hidden window and looked out, wanting to have a glimpse of the night view of Foping.

Foping Town is not big, and a short street is in full view. The night breeze blew on his cheeks, bringing coolness to Yang Er, and at the same time, there was also a burst of noise in the wind. In the midst of this hustle and bustle, there were a few lines of poetry and unstoppable cheers. Looking in the direction from which the voice came, there were quite a lot of people coming and going at the entrance of a mansion with the word "tea", and it could be seen that this tea shop belonged to a lively place in this town. It is also a place for merchants who go out at night to have fun.

What kind of characters would be there in this remote place? Yang Er was unconsciously curious. It's better to go out for a walk and go to the tea shop to have a look, Yang Er suddenly had the idea of going to join in the fun and pass the time.

Out of the gate of the inn, Yang Er was followed by Chai Shao and Xiao Li Shimin, who were specially called to accompany him, and only Zhong Jian was the escort. 4 people walked to this tea shop not far away, before entering the door, the little two at the door greeted him, after a set of greetings, under the guidance of the little two, Yang Er and his party of 4 people entered the tea shop, and sat around the table in an inconspicuous corner.

Looking up at the entire hall, more than ten Eight Immortal Tables were almost full. The most lively group of people occupied the two tables in the middle, and looking at the clothes of these people, it was clear that they were a group of students who were preparing to enter Beijing.

The spring scientific examination measures issued by the Ministry of Culture and Education have been sent to the state capitals, and basically all students under their jurisdiction have been informed. These students from Shuzhong and Hanzhong are the ones who entered Beijing to sign up. In contrast to these students, the next few tables were obviously the foot merchants passing by Foping, and among these people there were even two tables of Hu people, although the light in the hall was dim, but the unique faces of Hu people were still very eye-catching. What's more, these Hu people are still talking in Hu language.

"Shimin, I have seen and heard a lot on this long journey, can you feel it?" Yang Er asked Xiao Li Shimin.

"Master, the disciple has felt a lot along the way, and occasionally gets two five-word quatrains, waiting for the disciple to read it to the master." Obviously, he heard that the scribe at the table was drinking tea and competing for poetry, which triggered Xiao Li Shimin's poetry, and he also wanted to improvise a poem.

"Good! As a teacher, I have to listen to what kind of quatrain it is. ”

"The Taiye Immortal Boat is very good, and the West Garden leads to talents. The degree of the levy is not known, and the rooster cries off and opens early. This poem is called "Rushing to Beijing for the Exam", please master axe! ”

"Huh! A good "Rushing to Beijing for the Exam" shows the hardships of my students, and it is just right for the situation, and it can be regarded as a good job. Yang Er commented, and Chai Shao on the side also smiled and nodded.

"What's the use of being able to recite a poem? The people I selected for the spring preliminary examination are not people who can write poetry, and if the poems are good, they can enter the office, and then a certain family will definitely be able to come out on top. There was a brainless comment from the table next door, and when Yang Er and the others turned their heads to look, it turned out that a guest at the next table was eating a few side dishes and drinking wine with his back to everyone. It can be seen that he is also a young student, but he is a little withdrawn and unsociable.

"You can also write poetry? I don't believe it. Xiao Li Shimin ran to this person with some anger, glared at this person and asked.

"What's so hard about writing poetry? Listen: the road of visitors, obliterated in the dust. How many people can understand it, what fame and fortune are like? Steamed buns outside the city, stuffed grass in the city. One person eats one, and it doesn't taste good. The man read casually, and after reading it, he took another mouthful of food and put it in his mouth, and then poured another sip of wine into his mouth, and for a moment he felt good about himself, and he shook his head beautifully.

"You're poetry? Can it be famous? It was the first time for Li Shimin to hear this kind of poetry, he couldn't believe it, this was completely different from the poems he studied, and he couldn't help but ask.

"This poem is called "Being a Judge", hehehehe~" This person said 4 words in Sichuan dialect, Xiao Li Shimin didn't understand what he said, and looked at this person with a confused face.

"Shimin, come back. Don't mess with other drinks. Yang Er hurriedly called Li Shimin.

"This son's accent has a bit of Shu language, I don't know where he is from Yizhou?" Maybe it's because this place is not far from Yizhou, and the laughter and conversation of the people around him have a relatively strong Sichuan sound, and Yang Er's words at this time also have some flavor of Shu dialect, which was actually heard by this person.

"Oh! A surname Yang, the second line of the family, the ancestral home in the capital, not Yizhou people, this trip is only to go to Chengdu to find relatives and friends, this way I heard a lot of Shu language, so I brought some. I take the liberty to ask --- Your Excellency," Yang Er replied politely.

"It turned out to be the second brother Yang, Wang Fanzhi in the chin." The man introduced himself.

"Are you Wang Fanzhi? I have admired the name for a long time! Yang Er couldn't help but be surprised, it turned out that the person sitting next to him was Wang Fanzhi? What an unimaginable coincidence. Who is this Wang Fanzhi? This can be said to be an absolutely non-mainstream existence among the many famous poets of the Sui and Tang dynasties. His poems are not like the fixed rules of formal inheritance poetry, but a kind of "vernacular poetry" that ordinary people can understand at once, just like the poem just read to Xiao Li Shimin, without flowery rhetoric, any illiterate beggar can understand it. However, this kind of poetry is difficult to be recognized by mainstream poets, and no one records and disseminates it, and there are very few works that have been handed down to later generations. It just so happened that Yang Er, who came from later generations, saw Wang Fanzhi's name and one or two poems in a book introducing ancient poetry. Why does Yang Er remember? Because in Yang Er's eyes, Wang Fanzhi's so-called poems are ancient "limerick poems", which makes people smile after reading them, and this Wang Fanzhi is the originator of this poetic style, of course Yang Er knows such a character.

"Is it famous under it? Why don't you even know about it? If he was famous, he would have become an official a long time ago, and he would not have made this trip to the capital again. ”

"Huh! Mr. is going to the capital to prepare for the scientific examination, and he will definitely be on the gold list next year. Yang Er said complimentingly.

"Brother Yang's words are a wide heart! If you boast of being famous in Bazhong, but no one knows about it when you enter the capital, you should try your luck when you go to the capital. ”

"If Mr. wants to make a name for himself in the capital, the younger brother has a way, which can easily make everyone in the capital know from the court officials to the common people, I don't know if Mr. wants to listen to it?"

"Brother Yang has a good way to teach me." This Wang Fanzhi didn't drink his wine anymore, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked Yang Er.

Yang Er got up and sat down beside him, muttering in Wang Fanzhi's ear, and said for a while before he finished speaking. Wang Fanzhi laughed directly, and even said that it was wonderful, and the laughter completely overshadowed the two tables of students who only cared about the noise, attracting everyone in the hall to sweep their eyes over.

Yang Er and his entourage then walked out of the tea shop, and slowly walked towards the inn, all the way Yang Er tried his best to control himself, so as not to laugh out loud. This caused Chai Shao and the others to become more and more curious, and they wanted to ask but were not easy to ask.

"Master, what did you say to that strange person, it seems to be very mysterious, there are no outsiders left and right, you might as well tell your disciple." Li Shimin is not as complicated as Chai Shao thought, and when he encounters something incomprehensible, he has to ask to understand, but he said the question that Chai Shao wanted to ask.

"Huh! Hehe! Let's go back and talk about it, go back and talk about it. Yang Er couldn't stop laughing, and hurriedly said to the three who were still puzzled. He knew that if he didn't share the happiness in his heart with everyone, he would be uncomfortable, and they would be more likely to be unable to sleep at night.

Laughing all the way, Yang Er and the others returned to the guest room, Wang Dai and Chuchen were still waiting for these few people who had gone out to hang out to come back, and they didn't go back to the house to sleep. Now, seeing that these four people came back together, Yang Er, who was in the lead, couldn't stop smiling, and was also curious, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Husband, why are you laughing? Did you find some fun outside? Why did Shimin have a bitter face? Wang Dai stepped forward and asked.

"Hehehehe-that's right, Fang Cai (omitting a thousand words here) told his husband to discuss with the Hu people who entered Beijing from the tea shop, and when you arrive in the capital, you will go to the lively place to perform a few good shows. First let the Hu people take the huqin they were carrying to the most lively markets in the capital to sell, selling for 1,000 taels of silver. Then let this Wang Fanzhi accompany the buyer to buy this huqin, and said that he could talk about a good qin, that is, this huqin was made of cedar in the Tianshan Mountains, and he could play the sound of heaven in his hands, attracting the goddess to go down to earth, if the onlookers did not believe, they went to the East Temple Goolan Courtyard to listen to the qin. In this way, the capital will inevitably be a sensation, and people who get the news will flock to Goolan Courtyard to listen to him play the piano to prove the rumors and feast on his ears. In this way, he recited the poetry collection on his body on the spot, so that Wang Fanzhi could become popular overnight, and his name could be known by the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital, literati, students and ordinary people. Shimin, is this a good idea to be a teacher? Hehe! ”

"Hehehehe----" Xiao Li Shimin didn't react after hearing this, but Chai Shao, Zhong Jian, Wang Dai, Izuchen and others all burst out laughing.

"Your Majesty--Childe, he used this method to become famous, not only in the capital, but also in the world? It's just that his poems are really --- alas! How so? I feel a little weird, and I'm afraid it's not a good word. Chai Shao said that even he couldn't accept Wang Fanzhi's so-called poetry. I always feel that there is a lack of artistic conception and aftertaste, just like drinking a glass of boiled water! Tasteless!

"This person is unique in writing poetry, and it is also rare. But this man is very talented. Well, the mystery was revealed, and the people went back to their houses to sleep. Yang Er rushed out to everyone. Chai Shao listened and hurriedly pulled Xiao Li Shimin, and together with Zhong Jian, he withdrew from Yang Er's room.

Three days later, the group arrived outside the city of Nanzheng, and saw his younger brother Yang Liang, the king of Han, Xue Wanchun, Shang Shifu, and Xin Wenli, who were wearing civilian clothes, standing under a simple shed set up outside the city gate. This is a cadre detective from the Military Intelligence Department who reported the news of Yang Er's imminent arrival in Nanzheng City to Yang Liang and Xue Wanchun. These people did not dare to slack off, and met to wait under a specially built shed outside the city. From a distance, I saw Yang Er's car slowly coming, and everyone greeted him.

After the car battle approached, Yang Er helped Wang Dai get out of the car with his arms, and then met everyone. Although there is a difference between the monarch and the minister, but everyone is dressed in civilian clothes at this time, in order not to disturb the people, Yang Er stepped forward to stop everyone from paying respects, and after a few simple greetings, Yang Er and his party walked to the city with everyone.

Coming to the city gate, Yang Er looked up at this big city, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This son has never seen a big city since he entered the border of Hanzhong, and I don't want this Nanzheng City to be so tall and majestic." Although it is slightly inferior to the capital, it is comparable to the eastern capital of Luoyang. ”

"Second brother, this Nanzheng City was originally like this, and the younger brother has only been simply repaired since he came here. Since the Han Dynasty, there is a saying that "if you get South Zheng, you will get Hanzhong", which shows that all dynasties attach great importance to this place, so the city wall is built so tall and majestic, and the younger brother asks the elder brother to climb the city tower to take a look, and have a glimpse of the scenery of Nanzheng. Yang Liang said softly.

"Good! Brother Wei is about to climb up and take a good look at this ancient city. After Yang Er finished speaking, he led everyone into the door, turned around and walked down the stone steps on one side to the city tower.

The city wall of Nanzheng is more than 10 zhang high, which is a typical tall building in ancient times, looking around from the city tower, the surrounding mountains, rivers, houses, fields, forests are in full view; The air is extremely pure and fragrant. Yang Er couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then looked up at the sky, the sky was inlaid with white clouds in a clear blue, like patches of white waves in the blue sea. I even saw a herringbone goose formation rushing out of the clouds, flying south. It may be that he has spent many days in a cramped carriage, and now he suddenly has a bright eye, which makes Yang Er feel very good. Seeing that the site of this South Zhengcheng is close to the mountains in the north, the big river in the east, and the flat river in the south, which is quite in line with the theory of the superior feng shui pattern, I can't help asking: "Is this northwest mountain range famous?" It is not very tall from afar, but it is like a fairyland covered by clouds and fog. ”

"Second brother, that peak is Dingjun Mountain, this mountain is the place where Zhuge Kongming, the prime minister of Shu Han, is buried, there is a temple and ancestral hall in the mountain, today's day is good and coincides with Zhuge Birthday, so there are many people who go to worship, think that the cloud is the smoke and dust of burning incense wax money paper!" Yang Liang looked at the mountains in the distance and replied.

"Oh? There is Dingjun Mountain. Yang Er couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and suddenly remembered the story of Zhuge Liang, who he was familiar with, went on several northern expeditions, and finally died of exhaustion and illness in Wuzhangyuan, and was buried in Dingjun Mountain. At the same time, a famous sentence praising Zhuge Liang came to mind: "Die before leaving the school, and make the hero cry." On a whim, he blurted out the whole poem:

"Where to find the Prime Minister's Ancestral Hall? South Zheng Cheng North Parson.

The green grass is from the spring, and the yellow oriole is hollow and has a good sound.

Three times to worry about the world, two dynasties to help the old ministers.

He died before he left the school, which made the hero cry. ”

"The second brother reads good poems!" Yang Liang listened to it and couldn't help but applaud loudly.

"Good! Good! Good! What a sentence of "die before leaving the school, and make the hero full of tears" expresses the regrets of Zhuge Wuhou's life, and also makes future generations sigh for it! Xiao Li Shimin also applauded loudly in front of Yang Er, and added an extra sentence of comment on the poems read by the teacher, which caused everyone to nod in admiration. Chuchen recited it silently twice behind him, as if to memorize this poem firmly.