The woman hesitated for a moment, then waved her hand, "Come, bring a pen and paper to this son." The pen and paper were quickly brought up, although Hao Shiqiang and others were very disgusted with Mo Qian, but they wanted to see the scene of Mo Qian being humiliated, and looking at the relationship between this kid and Yan Jinxin, suppressing him was equivalent to indirectly suppressing Yan Jinxin, why not?

"It's really erect, I don't know how thick the sky is, I'll see how you end up later?" Hao Shiqiang sneered.

Mo Qian ignored him, raised his head and glanced at the sky, it was already twilight at this time, and there were already a little sparks in Jinmen City, but the slanting sun on the horizon had not completely set, and it was still nestled on the mountain in the distance.

Mo Qian lowered his head in contemplation and wrote the first sentence.

"The end of the day"

"Hahaha." Hao Shiqiang said with a smile, "Boasting about this Haikou, I thought it was amazing, we can make such poems even if we are children in Yangcheng, Mr. Ouyang, don't you say?" ”

Ouyang Duan glanced at it and nodded slightly, this first sentence is just an ordinary description, snuggling up to this distant mountain during the day, shrinking thousands of miles away, a little interesting, but not wonderful.

But it was only the first sentence, and he couldn't make any judgment, so Ouyang Duan didn't dare to say anything.

Except for the woman, the other people around were not very appreciative, so naturally they couldn't see any doorways, so they could only silently watch Mo Qian continue to write.

I saw Mo Qian slowly write on the paper, "The Yellow River flows into the sea."

"Not bad!" Ouyang Duan and the woman invariably commented in their hearts, Jinmen has been the mouth of the Yellow River since ancient times, this sentence not only matches the geographical location of Jinmen, but also writes the scenery that Lanyue Tower can see, so that there is a trend of thousands of miles within reach.

Not enough! Ouyang Duan secretly said in his heart, if there is only this couplet, it can only show that Mo Qian is skilled in the technique of poetry, and writes the scenery as if it were in front of him.

But if the next couplet can no longer raise the poem to the level of philosophy, it is at best a craftsman's work, and it is a cliché, whether it is a famous story or a failure, it depends on how the other party deals with it!

Ouyang Duan stared at Mo Qian, not knowing how the other party was going to write next, although the other party was now his opponent, but he didn't know how, he actually wanted to see a good work.

Mo Qian held the pen in his right hand, and the tip of the pen was slowly dipped in the ink of the inkstone, but he had no intention of writing.

"I said you kid......" Hao Shiqiang couldn't help but sneer at each other, but as soon as he said the words, he was stopped by Ouyang Duan, "Dongjia, let him think about it and don't disturb him." ”

Turning his head, he saw that in an instant, Mo Qian had already put pen to paper and walked the dragon and snake, lifting the pen and writing, thundering, completely different from the static of the first sentence just now.

The reason why Mo Qian stopped was not because he couldn't remember what the next couplet of the poem was, but because this couplet contained too many philosophies, including his current situation.

Since he came to Daqi, he has only one purpose in dealing with the world, that is, to be a quiet corner and be a leisurely rich man, but a rich man who only has the ability and no ability to protect himself is undoubtedly a piece of fat in the eyes of others.

If he was incompetent, he was bullied by others, Li Wuxin bullied him, Ling Zi bullied him, and Huang Chen bullied him;

If the country is incompetent, he will be bullied by other countries, dogs bullied him, Annan bullied him, and even Goryeo stepped on it.

Who likes this kind of life?

I've been in the capital for too long, and I've become cautious in my life and work, but when I came to this Jinmen and saw this endless sea, I remembered my narrow corner, since I'm a seven-foot man, why not do what I want to do?

So this couplet is also written for myself.

"Destitute"

"To the next level"!

Ouyang Duan finished reading this couplet tremblingly, and his heart was a little suffocated.

"Good poetry!" The woman exhaled in shock, rushed to Mo Qian's side, picked up the rice paper that had not dried and looked at it carefully, as if admiring a magnificent picture, and was about to fall into a state of madness.

"With the last two sentences, you can become famous all over the world and famous through the ages!"

The woman was shocked, but what was even more shocked was Hao Shiqiang, but his shock was not because of Mo Qian's poems, although he called himself a Confucian businessman, but his level was only to be able to recognize a few words, he couldn't understand the quality of the poems, he was more concerned about the woman's evaluation of Mo Qian.

Unexpectedly, the woman rolled her eyes back, "Can't you trust me?" ”

"Of course not, I can trust you Huiniang, it's just ...... It's only twenty words here, and Mr. Ouyang wrote a full seven couplets before! With just 20 words, can it really be compared? ”

Hao Shiqiang still didn't believe it, and asked with a frown.

But as soon as these words came out, I saw Hui Niang turn her head directly, this time she was already despised by naked people, and sure enough, she was a person who would only be vassal.

"Just twenty words? Do you really think that writing poetry is the paper work of a knife and pen, as long as the number of words is more, it is considered a win, so if you go to the street and find a limerick poem, isn't it a thousand times better?

Do you know what these 20 words mean for the literary world? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is shocking, as for the comparison, you can ask, see if Mr. Ouyang dares to admit it? ”

"Mr. Ouyang, can you tell me about this poem, is it really that good?" finally found an opportunity to suppress Yan Jinxin, but he couldn't be broken because of this stunned blue that came out of nowhere.

"This poem, just twenty words, the first ten words have been exhausted, with a thousand huge rafters to paint the majestic momentum and magnificent scene of the rivers and mountains of the northern country, alone is not worthy of Hui Niang's praise, this poem is absolutely in the last ten words of the size of thousands of miles, freehand writing is unexpected, want to be poor thousands of miles, more upstairs, this mind, not to say that it is comparable, I just can't shoot the horse."

Ouyang Duan shook his head and said with some frustration, he was only thirty-five or sixteen, and he was famous in Yangcheng in the old days, especially poetry, but he failed to succeed repeatedly, so he became Hao Shiqiang's doorman.

originally thought that it would be difficult to meet an opponent with his poetic talent, but he planted a heel in a young man, it seems that it is really like the young man said, he has no pursuit of looking thousands of miles away, and naturally he does not have the courage to go to the next level, after all, he ...... It's still too narrow-minded.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are a master of poetry in Yangcheng, how can you lose to a stinky boy? Where do I put my face?! ”

Hao Shiqiang said angrily, since Ouyang Duan became his own doorman, he has always been the object of his own show-off with others in Shicai, how can he admit defeat so easily?

"In this way, if you write another poem that can overpower him, isn't it money, I have it, and there will be a lot of rewards for writing it!"

Ouyang Duan smiled bitterly, this Hao Shiqiang really thinks about this kind of thing too simply, if a really good work can be smashed out with money, how can there be a good story with a thousand words?

"If you can't write it, get out of here, the Hao family doesn't raise waste!" Hao Shiqiang waved his fat hand and was aggressive.

But at this time, Ouyang Duan only had a wry smile left, and he was now in a dilemma.

At this time, Mo Qian walked over, "Mr. Ouyang, I have read your poems, and I have really learned it, but you are too stuck in the current situation and can't see the way out in the future, so you can only rely on this person. You might as well boldly let go of the past and take this step.

If you want to be poor, go to the next level. This sentence, you and I encourage together! ”10