Song Wenjian understood the rules of this poetry competition, that is, the talented people each composed a poem, and then asked the judges to select the best poems.

He already has a lot of good poems in his mind, but he is afraid to compare poems with He Zisong and others?

"Yes, if you lose, you will pay four hundred taels of silver." He Zisong smiled happily.

Yang Yiqing hesitated a little, and asked He Zisong in a low voice: "Lord He, is this matter feasible?" ”

Two hundred taels of silver is a lot, and during this time, the Yang family's business was secretly damaged by others, and they lost a lot of capital.

He Zisong blinked his eyes and said confidently: "Why can't it be done?" I have a deep knowledge in poetry, and you have studied words, can't we compare with this little student? ”

Yang Yiqing is right to think about it, the two of them are lifters, even if one of them wins Song Wenjian, they can draw and not lose money.

"Okay, Song Dianshi, we'll bet this lottery with you." Yang Yiqing gritted his teeth and said.

Mo Xintong panicked, and hurriedly pulled Song Wenjian and whispered: "Xianggong, the two of them have a deep knowledge in poetry, you still don't want to compete with them." ”

"Lady, they've all bullied me, don't I hit them in the face?" Song Wenjian sneered.

"Since both adults agreed, then please be the judges and see which of us can write good poems." Song Wenjian believed that he was no more than Xu Yueping and didn't want him to be a judge.

There are not a thousand readers who come this time, but hundreds of them, so it's best to let them be judges.

"Wait." A voice came from the crowd, and then a boy pushed everyone away and ran up.

He was followed by an old servant who looked like a butler, and he shouted from behind, "Childe, don't go over." ”

Song Wenjian saw this son running up, looked at him and asked, "This son, I don't know what to do?" ”

"You have a lot of color for the poems, can I participate?" Gongzi ran to Song Wenjian's side and talked, but he kept looking at Mo Xintong with his eyes, which made Song Wenjian angry.

"Hmph, this is our competition, what does it have to do with you?" Song Wenjian saw that the elder brother of the son was staring at his mother, and he was furious, and he wanted to gouge out the other party's eyes.

Song Wenjian knew that Mo Xintong was as beautiful as a fairy, and ordinary men would have to take a few more looks when they saw it.

But this color embryo has been looked at dozens of times and is still watching, can he not be angry?

The old servant rushed over, pulled Gongzi and said, "Childe, let's go down." ”

"Lao Ding, don't pull me, how can such a fun thing be without me?" Gongzi pushed away the old servant, and then said to Song Wenjian: "The surname Song, I also compare poems with you, I will make a poem each, and if I lose, I will take out four hundred taels of silver for the one who makes the best, how about it?" ”

Song Wenjian secretly moved in his heart, if this is the case, he can earn an extra four hundred taels of silver.

This hateful pervert stared at my lady to teach him a good lesson.

When Song Wenjian was about to agree, He Zisong shouted nervously: "This is not good, the two of us have already made an appointment with Song Dianshi, and it will not be good for this son-in-law to intervene again." ”

He Zisong saw that this boy was dressed extraordinarily, it is estimated that he was a son of a rich family from somewhere, who knows if the other party can make any powerful poems?

They knew Song Wenjian well, so they dared to take out two hundred taels of silver to bet with Song Wenjian.

But this halfway kill, they don't dare.

"What? Don't you dare? Childe suddenly felt bored.

Song Wenjian smiled treacherously: "Childe, I can make another bet with you, you make a poetry competition with me, whoever loses will give money." ”

"That's good." Brother Childe patted his thigh excitedly. "Lao Ding, quickly take out four hundred taels of silver."

"Wait." Song Wenjian waved his hand.

"What? Don't you dare to compete with me, a foreign scholar? "Brother Childe is on fire.

Song Wenjian shook his head and said, "How could I not dare? These four hundred taels of silver are the lottery heads that Yang and Yang taught them, and we will set up another lottery head. ”

"What else do you want to set up?" Brother Childe asked.

"Let's compare the bigger jackpots, how much money do you have?" Song Wenjian asked rhetorically.

Brother Gongzi happened to ask Lao Ding in the morning, and said without thinking: "I still have 1,000 taels of silver, and you want to use 1,000 taels of silver as a lottery head?" ”

"Childe." Lao Ding hurriedly shouted.

"Lao Ding, don't talk too much, otherwise I'll drive you away." Childe yelled at Lao Ding with a straight face.

Lao Ding saw that his son was angry, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Song Wenjian said with a smile: "Yes, I will take 1,000 taels of silver with you as a lottery head, do you dare to bet?" ”

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Brother Childe said very arrogantly.

This kind of competition is not complicated, Song Wenjian and others wrote poems within half an hour, and then read their works in front of everyone, who is good and who is bad, and the eyes of the masses are bright.

And in this half an hour, Xu Yueping also talked about the color of this poetry meeting.

The first place was awarded 30 taels of silver, the second place was 20 taels, and the third place was 10 taels, which was a huge amount of money for some poor readers, and all the scholars were gearing up to take out the poems they had written early in the morning and read them aloud.

Those talented people in Leizhou Mansion are really good, and the poems they wrote made the people in the audience applaud, which made the talents of Suixi look bad.

"Brother Ren, didn't you just say that you made a new poem?"

"I'm going to make another revision."

“……”

After all, the state capital is the state capital, and their literary talent is not comparable to that of the county readers.

This time the talent who took the lead is called Cheng Yuchao, is the nephew of the prefect, has read poetry and books since he was a child, and won the first place when he participated in the hospital examination the year before last, and is ready to participate in the township examination this year, and wants to get the first place Xie Yuan again.

Governor Cheng had high hopes for this nephew, thinking that with his ability, there should be no problem in taking Xie Yuan.

This was followed by the examination, in which the talents of the whole country participated in the examination, and the imperial court took the top 300, that is, the tribute students.

This kind of tribute does not need to start from a low level like Song Hua and others, and it takes many years to get to the position of county leader.

The top three of these tribute students are the champion, the list eye, and the tanhua, and the worst tribute students can be directly in the county to be an eight-grade county.

Governor Cheng estimates that his nephew will not have much problem getting a tribute this year, and he will train Cheng Yuchao well then.

Cheng Yuchao waited for the other talents of Leizhou Mansion to read their poems aloud, and then he slowly took out the poems he had written and read them aloud.

These poems immediately attracted many cheers from the audience, especially some Suixi ladies who were about to slap their little palms red.

The Suixi talents were all depressed, and they didn't have the fighting spirit just now.

They can't compare with Cheng Yuchao.

He Zisong recognized Cheng Yuchao as the prefect's nephew, and hurriedly sneered: "Cheng Gongzi's young poems have a neat rhythm and look like a spring breeze, which is really wonderful." ”

"Hehe, He Jiao, thank you for the compliment." Cheng Yuchao smiled proudly.

"It is estimated that in addition to the history of the Song Dynasty here, Cheng Gongzi is the youngest." He Zisong smiled slyly.