"I don't have to worry about Angkor's work." Zhang Yi patted Angkor's chest, "As long as you follow the drawings, I have no opinion." "Originally, some things had to rely on professionals, and Zhang Yi was happy to sell him well.

"You kid!" Although he said the words of blame, Angkor did not mean the slightest hint of blame on his face. It feels good to be trusted, and invisibly, the unhappiness in my heart has decreased a lot.

Busy time always flies, and the day before the reopening, Zhang Yi posted another news on the Jiangning Daily, along with the discount for the reopening.

So on the day of the real opening, the door of Chunfang Building can be described as full of people, and the method of winning the silver for couplets has been used.

This time, the practice is to compose poems, using the scenery of the Qinhuai River to compose poems, this is a vulgar and elegant theme, throughout the ages, there are too many poems to write about the Qinhuai River, and the brilliant ones can not be counted with a pair of hands, let alone those poems that are out of the ordinary.

Zhang Yi's question this time is the easiest to make, but it is also the most difficult to come out.

In order to avoid taking advantage of the loophole to buy poems from him, Zhang Yi wittily put the prepared poems on it this time, and there will be no loopholes to exploit this time.

The one who can surpass the poems that Zhang Yi took out, Zhang Yi set up an award of 1,000 taels of silver! It's twice as much as last time, even if there are many scholars who don't lack this single piece of money in their families, but they are willing to do things that are brilliant and famous.

As soon as the title and award were announced, many scholars began to start writing, Bu Jingfeng originally planned to come to Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi had already prepared a method, how could he let him succeed? casually prevaricated、

Although Bu Jingfeng didn't get the result, he was a little disappointed, but because Zhang Yi let him win the first place last time, for this reason, Miss Wanru was also kind to him, Bu Jingfeng didn't want to offend Zhang Yi, if he was offended, who else would be able to sell him wonderful poems in the future?

So he just muttered and left on his own, not saying anything after all.

Looking at the one after another, the proclamations written with long or short or poems or words were handed over, Zhang Yi looked at them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more proud he felt, it seemed that the thousand taels of silver were kept.

In fact, even if it is given, Zhang Yi doesn't think there is anything, the reputation is out, then even if the money is scattered, it is worth it, and the daughter will come back when it is gone! But if Zhang Yi is not given out, he will be even happier, which shows that his poems are the best.

After a while, after reading it all, Zhang Yi couldn't suppress his smug smile, walked to Seventeen Niang's side and glanced at Seventeen Niang, a stack of paper was handed over to Seventeen Niang, when Zhang Yi showed a smug expression, Li Kexin knew, I'm afraid it is not particularly brilliant, at least it is not as brilliant as Zhang Yi's poems.

Even if she is as gentle and gentle as Seventeen Niang, when she got this result, she was very happy, and without too much hesitation, she opened the final result.

Instead, he did not name the author first, but first copied the article in large characters and hung it in the most conspicuous position for the scholars to judge.

Zhang Yi took out a song that was naturally not an ordinary good, but a song that was widely circulated in later generations.

"The lanterns are shining brightly in Qinhuai,

Neon paintings on both sides of the strait.

Visiting tourists to find old dreams,

Smell the fragrance and get drunk close to the building.

Lang Xuan Shadow Pavilion,

The wind music is melodious and the dance is beautiful.

Pleasure and peace inherit the cause,

Bafang Yashi exhibition feelings. ”

With the shallow chanting of the seventeenth mother, the music sounded from somewhere, from the hazy becoming clearer and clearer, but it really made the scholars feel that this wonderful music that they had never heard before came from the sky, and they all felt a little drunk without drinking.

I don't know where it came from, someone seemed to react, "What a pleasure and peace inheritance, the eight directions of elegance show feelings!" I don't know which brother did it? I admire Wu Yuebai! ”

"Brother Wu, not you?" The people around Wu Yuebai asked with some surprise.

This is not flattery or irony, Wu Yuebai's life is all in Jiangning City, and everyone knows it in their hearts, if it is really Wu Yuebai who can make such a poem, although it is surprising, it is not surprising.

If it weren't for him, the scholars wouldn't have been able to guess who it was.

"I am only shallow in my studies, so I can't be like this." self-deprecating arched his hand, if he can make such a poem, why can't he pass the exam today?

Knowing Wu Yuebai's heart knot, a few scholars just exclaimed a few times and put it aside, concentrating on finding the person who wrote the poem, not that there was no person who was not smart enough to ask Chunfanglou.

But Seventeen Niang couldn't ask on the high platform, and the others laughed and didn't say anything, which really confused them.

Putting in the looks of the scholars who were above the top on weekdays, Li Kexin showed a vague smugness, but he didn't hang them for long, and pushed Zhang Yi out.

"Everyone must be curious, who is the author?" smiled mysteriously and stretched out his hand to Zhang Yi's side, "It's this son." ”

Looking in the direction of Li Kexin's finger, the scholars who knew Zhang Yi couldn't help but change their faces, and those who didn't know him also showed a blank look, the person who can make such a poem shouldn't be an unknown person, why don't they know him?

Is it because they have been studying at home for too long and can't keep up with the times?

asked the classmates beside him in a low voice, and soon someone explained Zhang Yi's identity to them, and after everyone knew it, the scholars looked at Zhang Yi with a little hard to say.

A small guy has such a talent to learn, how can they, who have been studying hard for more than ten years, deal with themselves? It's not as good as a slut? It's a big joke to tell.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Zhang Yi knew that this was not light, and he couldn't help but even look at Seventeen Niang, Li Kexin had seen enough of those people's ugly looks, and knew that if it continued like this, he might lose his previous achievements if he became a blockbuster today.

"It's just the beginning, today our Chunfang Building is reopened, all the dishes, wine, tea, are half price, please have fun." As he spoke, he retreated and changed into Wu Niang, who was dressed in a heroic riding costume and held two long swords in his hands.

With Wu Niang's play, the melodious sound of the piano suddenly changed and became intense, as if the Jin Ge Iron Horse was close in front of her, Wu Niang danced the sword with the sound of the piano, and the eyes of the scholars were full of brilliance.