"Brother Xian, please!"

"We'll see!"

Several people were talking nonsense.

Zheng Hao groaned slightly, then took the pen and began to write on the paper.

Title: "Yongshi".

Fifteen states in the southeast of the gold powder, ten thousand grievances belong to celebrities.

The prison basin is all counted, and the group fan is upstream.

Avoid the prison of words, and write books for the sake of rice.

Tian Heng's 500 people are safe, can they return to the marquis.

He finished writing almost in one go, put down the pen, and said to the four people beside him: "Brothers, please give me a lot of advice." ”

The four people of Wumei Village surrounded them.

Bian Yujing chanted this poem in a coquettish voice, and the other three listened to it, their faces changed greatly, and they nodded frequently.

This poem is a masterpiece of the famous poet Gong Zizhen of the Qing Dynasty, this poem is named after the history of Yong, but it is actually a satire of the disadvantages of the late Qing Dynasty.

The object of sarcasm and sarcasm is the literati group who are luxurious and graceful in this rich place in the south of the Yangtze River, selling their fame and reputation, and drunk and dreaming of death.

The fifteen states in the southeast generally refer to the Jiangnan region centered on Jinling and Suzhou and Hangzhou. This area is the land of fish and rice, and it is the richest place in the world.

And Zheng Hao is now taking out this poem, but it is also very appropriate.

The Ming Empire was already in turmoil and dying. The fortunes of the country have declined to such a point, but the literati in the south of the Yangtze River still sell their fame, flaunt each other, and form parties for personal gain, they have no overall situation of their family and country in their hearts, only their own selfish interests.

These literati live in a corrupt manner, competing for the wind and jealousy, flies and dogs, and do not care about the imminent death of the country. They have lost their discipline and flattered themselves to power, and they write only for the sake of promotion and fortune or fame and fortune.

This song can be described as very spicy, and it criticizes the evils of the times mercilessly.

Let's look at the last two sentences of this poem: Tian Heng's 500 people are here, will they return to the marquis?

Tian Heng was a nobleman of Qi when Chu and Han were fighting for hegemony, and they occupied the land of Qi in the old days and established themselves as the king of Qi. Later, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, defeated Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, and unified the whole country, Tian Heng fled to an island with his 500 doormen, and then Tian Heng refused to submit to Liu Bang, so he committed suicide, and the 500 doormen who followed him were all killed by neck.

The last two lines of the poem say that almost the entire literati class has become decayed and unusable, and is the hope for the future of the country among the common people?

"Reading, it's really, it's so hearty, it gives me a feeling of momentum like a dragon!" Bian Yujing said in surprise.

"Brother Xian, as soon as your song "Yongshi" comes out, it is enough to cause a sensation in the whole world, this discussion is simply deafening, creepy, and three-point!" Wu Meicun said with a sigh.

"Talented! My brother's poetry is enough to shock the world and cry ghosts! "It's also admirable.

"Poetry is indeed a wonderful poem! I admire it so much! It's just that, Brother Xian, your poem is probably going to make some people feel uncomfortable. Zhou Shimao shook his head and said.

The four of them all pondered Zheng Hao's song history over and over again, and sighed.

"Brother Shimao, my poem is just reading history, and I don't mean to overturn a boatload of people with a rod!" Zheng Hao said with a smile.

This poem and Wu Weiye's "Quarry Rock" take the same path, both of which are about the worries of the past and the disadvantages of the present world.

But Wu Weiye's tactfulness, Zheng Hao's sharpness.

Zheng Hao wrote the whole poem, only to feel that he seemed to have fired a map cannon and scolded the literati of the entire Jiangnan into it.

I don't know how many people will be seated.

However, the party struggle in the late Ming Dynasty was extremely powerful.

Zheng Hao was a little worried that he would become the target of the party's disagreement.

"Brother Xian, I know that the object of the satirical theme of your poem is the so-called celebrities, such as Ruan Dacheng and others." Mao Bijiang said with a smile at this time.

"It's extreme, it's extreme! Brother Zheng Xian's sarcasm can also be described as extremely spicy! Would you like to join the Restoration Society? Wu Weiye asked eagerly.

Join the Restoration Society?

Zheng Hao's heart jumped.

It can be said that it was the largest literati society in the late Ming Dynasty, and its strength was very strong, and many well-known literati, such as Mao Bijiang, Hou Fangyu, Wu Meicun, Fang Yizhi, Gu Yanwu, etc., were the backbone of the Fushe.

The founder of the Restoration Society was Zhang Pu, a native of Taicang, who was the same villager as Wu Weiye.

Wu Weiye was a Jinshi in Chongzhen for four years, and the reason why he stayed in Jiangnan at this time was because his mother was seriously ill, and Wu Weiye took leave to return to his hometown to serve his mother.

"Can I join the Restoration Society too?" Zheng Hao asked, pointing to his nose.

"Naturally! As long as you are a fellow person, you can join the company, after joining the company, the staff of the company often hold literary meetings, exchange articles, and the staff of the company will also have a care. The good teacher knows that the Fushe is now the largest literati society in this dynasty, and the purpose of the society is to sharpen articles and seek fame, which will inevitably be of great benefit to the younger brothers. Wu Weiye said.

"In this case, my brother has a life, and my brother should obey it, and I am willing to join the Restoration Society!" Zheng Hao readily agreed.

Being able to break into such the largest literati organization as the Fushe Society, Zheng Hao believes that it will be of great benefit to his future development, so why not participate?

Hearing that Zheng Hao agreed to join the club, Wu Weiye, Mao Bijiang, and Zhou Shimao were all very happy.

"Welcome, Brother Xian! From now on, they will be brothers in the same society. Mao Bijiang smiled and high-fived Zheng Hao.

"At the next meeting of the Society, the three of us will introduce the virtuous brother to the colleagues of the Society, and they will be very happy!" Zhou Shimao slapped his hands and smiled.

In this way, Zheng Hao joined the Restoration Society in a daze under the recommendation of Wu Weiye.

He originally thought that when he met his "rival in love" Wu Weiye tonight, there would be some vulgar things between the two sides that would be jealous, but he didn't expect that he would be able to talk with Wu Weiye and become friends.

This night, the five of them talked about it, and before they knew it, it was the beginning of the hour.

It's about 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

"Brother Xian, Miss Yujing, it's getting late, I'll wait for the three of us to say goodbye first." The three of Wu Meicun got up and said goodbye.

Zheng Haoxin said, listening to the meaning of Wu Meicun's words, did you think that you would stay here in Bian Yujing?

The thought of staying overnight caused a ripple in his heart.

Although the development of this body is stunted, the reaction of a mature man is still normal, and the size of the caged bird is not shy.

If you have the opportunity to kiss Fangze, it is also very exciting.

In the previous life, before the boy was broken, he wore this chaotic era at the end of the Ming Dynasty, in this life, if there is a chance to taste the taste of joy, it is better to grasp it as soon as possible.

Thinking so crankily, Zheng Hao and Bian Yujing sent Wu Meicun, Mao Bijiang, and Zhou Shimao ashore to leave and disappeared into the night.