Cheng Ke also immediately said, "Yes, Brother Qu, although Dingbang is a talent, he can't write such a good eight shares in a short time." Although Zhou Zhi is a white body, he has repeatedly arrogantly said that he can write eight-strand essays, so it is not impossible for them to give it a try. ”

Qu Renbin just heard Cheng Dingbang say that he wanted to compete with Zhou Zhi on the spot, and he was still hesitant in his heart, Cheng Dingbang is a talent and is also known as a "Qingdu prodigy", but Zhou Zhi is just a country boy and a white body. Let a showman and a white body try to write an eight-strand essay, which is inevitably bullying the small with the big, which is very unfair to Zhou Zhi.

But Cheng Ke was in the wind, and Qu Renbin finally made up his mind. His face sank, and he asked Zhou Zhi, "Zhou Zhi, are you willing to try to write an essay with Cheng Dingbang?" ”

Zhou Zhi has never had a famous teacher in reading and writing, but he has been enlightened by the old Xiucai Wang Ding, as well as Fan Jin, Lu Xingchuan and others, and many of the skills and methods of writing Bagu Wen are Zhou Zhi's personal speculation from the collection of essays, and he thinks that the current level should not be as good as Cheng Dingbang.

But Cheng Dingbang openly provoked, which made Zhou Zhi suddenly fall into a very difficult situation.

At this moment, Kou Peihan's wonderful eyes looked at him and said, "Zhou Zhi, are you better or not, could it be that you are afraid of this bullshit Cheng Dingbang?" ”

A beautiful girl actually burst into a foul language, which shows how disgusted she is with Cheng Dingbang, she is obviously eager for Zhou Zhineng to win him.

With the encouragement of the beautiful woman, Zhou Zhi's courage rose sharply, and he said in a deep voice, "The kid is willing to compete with Cheng Xiucai to make eight strands." ”

As soon as he said this, Qu Renbin, Cheng Ke, and Cheng Dingbang were all surprised, and Zhou Zhi's confidence alone shocked them.

Qu Renbin pondered slightly, and then said, "Okay, then the two of you will each write an eight-strand essay on the topic of 'The People Are Enough, Which Is Not Enough', and it will be completed by the end of the day." ”

The title of the Bagu essay is all from the "Four Books", and this title comes from the "Analects - Yan Yuan".

A child had already brought a wooden table and a chair for Zhou Zhi and Cheng Dingbang each, and put pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Cheng Dingbang sat down proudly and began to frown and ponder, pondering how to solve the problem and compose.

Zhou Zhi immediately walked to the table and sat there with a calm face, trying his best to think and recall the many times he had read before. Zhou Zhi didn't want to plagiarize those current texts, but wanted to imitate them. Of course, the so-called imitation is just to look at the structure of other people's articles, as for breaking the topic and undertaking the topic, this is absolutely to deal with yourself.

He knows very well that if he wants to be on par with Cheng Dingbang this time, or if he writes an article that wins Cheng Dingbang, he must have a very fresh idea, in a word, solving the problem must be refreshing.

Now there are nearly two hours before the unitary time, and Cheng Ke and Qu Renbin each took a book from the table and looked at it.

Kou Peihan had nothing to do, and she obviously couldn't stand sitting like this for two hours. After blinking a few times, he smiled slyly at Qu Renbin and Cheng Ke, then stood up and walked to Zhou Zhi's table, and said softly, "Zhou Zhi, write well!" ”

He threw an encouraging look at Zhou Zhi, and then went out.

Time passed quickly, and an hour passed, and Cheng Dingbang had already written the article on straw paper, and was frowning and revising it at this time. After the correction is completed, it is transcribed again, and an eight-strand essay is completed.

At this time, Zhou Zhi was still sitting calmly, Cheng Ke was looking at Qu Ren Binnunu, the meaning was obvious, did you see it? This week, I don't know how to learn, and at this time I finally showed my fox tail. An hour had passed, and he had not yet written a word, and it was obvious that he could not do this article.

Qu Renbin was also sure in his heart at this time that Zhou Zhi really couldn't write an article, but he said that it would be completed in two hours, and now he scolded and even drove Zhou Zhi out, which was still a little inappropriate, so he was patient, shook his head depressedly, and continued to read.

At this time, the door of the hall squeaked open, and Zhou Zhi didn't notice it at all, but Cheng Dingbang looked up at the door.

Kou Peihan returned, and behind her was a middle-aged Confucian dressed in a green shirt. Confucian Sheng's face is not bad, and his body seems to exude a majesty. Behind Confucius was an incomparably burly strong man, a strong man in his twenties and a fierce appearance. At this time, he stood behind the Confucian with low eyebrows, very well-behaved, and did not say a word.

Qu Renbin and Cheng Ke saw the Confucian student, hurriedly stood up, and were about to speak, but the person dressed as a Confucian student made a silent gesture, and then pointed at Cheng Dingbang and Zhou Zhi.

His meaning was obvious, Cheng Dingbang and Zhou Zhi were composing at this time, and it was inconvenient to disturb them.

Cheng Ke's pale face was full of puzzlement, and he carefully and respectfully moved a chair and let the Confucian sit at the table.

The big man behind Confucius never left Confucianism, standing straight behind him, not squinting, so not mighty.

With a groaning smile, Kou Peihan also sat down opposite Confucius. The folding fan continued to sway, suddenly stood up again, walked to Zhou Zhi's table, took a look, and saw that Zhou Zhi was motionless like an old monk, and did not write a word on the paper, so he immediately said angrily, "Zhou Zhi, what's the matter with you?" Why don't you write an article quickly, do you want to come here to sleep? ”

Her angry rebuke really scared Zhou Zhi shuddered, but fortunately, at this time, he had already made a draft and made several revisions, Zhou Zhi thought that he had done his best, and there were no mistakes.

Cheng Dingbang snorted, but after glancing at the middle-aged Confucian student, he immediately felt inappropriate, hurriedly covered his mouth, and continued to revise the article.

Zhou Zhi nodded in a panic and slapped his forehead hard, "Oops! Write an article, write an article, I'll write it! ”

Zhou Zhi said, took the brush, and wrote the title of the article on the paper: The people are enough, which is not enough.

Seeing that Zhou Zhi began to write, Kou Peihan returned to her seat with an angry face.

Zhou Zhi and then it is to solve the problem: the people are rich from the bottom, and the king is rich from the top.

The next step is to accept the topic, and then in one go, an article of more than 500 words jumps onto the paper.

After writing, he examined it from beginning to end, dried the ink, and Zhou Zhi stood up and said to Qu Renbin, "Mr. Qu, the kid has finished writing!" ”

Xiao Tong took the article and sent it to Qu Renbin, who began to review it carefully.

Regardless of the content, just the handsome Xiaokai made Qu Renbin's eyes shine. Secretly, this word is written exactly the same as the handwriting of "Zi Yue", it seems that this Zhou Zhi does have his talent, and he is not a swagger, the old man blamed him at first.

With such a mentality, and then looking at Zhou Zhi's article carefully, Qu Renbin's face was first shocked, and then his brows slowly relaxed, and he saw that his face was happy at the end.

Qu Renbin read it, didn't speak, handed the article to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and the Confucian student watched it calmly.

Cheng Dingbang saw Zhou Zhi finish writing and handing in the papers, he couldn't help sweating on his forehead, speeding up, and at the same time, his heart was extremely manic.