On the one hand, the development of society is the accumulation of intellectual wealth and material wealth, and for Qin Ze, he is standing on the shoulders of intellectual giants.

But he only stood on the shoulders of passers-by, and at most sometimes bent down and pulled out a hair or two from the giant's body.

So when Wang Fu asked him to participate in a high-level gathering like the poetry club, Qin Ze's heart refused. But the system seemed to be against itself, and once again forced Qin Ze to participate.

"Okay, we'll meet these Chang'an talents in three days." Rather than die obscenely, it is better to be pretentious as soon as possible. So when Qin Ze said this, it was Li Bai's possession, and Du Fu was reborn.

After eating a meal for an hour, Qin Ze himself didn't know how much he had eaten. I only know that when the Cheng family cook left, his hands couldn't be put down.

But that guy is still very satisfied with this, as if he is about to dominate the entire chef world, especially the blood of a pair of eyes, swelling!

In the end, it was Qin Ze who personally supervised the renovation of Cheng's kitchen, and Chengfu still didn't give a single thing, but rewarded a lot of other things.

But the crux of the matter is that Qin Ze feels that he is a layman, a layman who can't wait for others to be able to stone him to death with money.

When he returned to his courtyard, Qin Ze had no muscles and bones, lying on the ground paralyzed.

He couldn't do it for a leisurely walk, but looking at the clouds in the sky, Qin Ze still felt that everything was a little dreamy.

Inexplicably came to the Tang Dynasty and was involved in an invisible dispute. This kind of precarious life made Qin Ze feel breathless. What's even more ridiculous is that in order to take the civil service exam, Qin Ze didn't sleep well for a year. Ninety-nine points is a very embarrassing score, as long as you have one more point, you can enter the provincial organ.

But all this is too far away from himself, so far that even Einstein can't cross it......

Erhu stood on the side, looking at Qin Ze lying on the ground without any politeness, feeling very conflicted in his heart. I only feel that Qin Ze seems to have countless faces, and he intersects with a powerful person like Cheng Yanjin, but he is neither humble nor arrogant, as if he has seen through human accidents, how high-spirited he is.

But now lying on the ground and looking at the sky, he is so confused and helpless, this completely different expression makes Erhu feel more and more that Qin Ze is not simple.

There is no beginning and no end, Qin Ze just looked at the sky and thought endlessly. In the end, he didn't know where his thoughts had drifted, so he simply slapped his ass and stood up. At a glance, I saw the second tiger squatting on the side, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, his face turned sideways, and he snorted at Erhu: "Look at what your young master is doing?" Go find a pen and paper, your young master wants to practice calligraphy. ”

Three days later, it was the Chang'an Poetry Club, and now Qin Ze can only hold on to his feet temporarily. I want to find a pen and paper to practice my words.

Fortunately, I used to live here as a scholar, so these things are easy to find. After less than a cup of tea, Erhu polished the ink and respectfully handed the brush to Qin Ze.

"Erhu, are you literate?"

Qin Ze held the brush for a long time before he held back such a sentence. Hearing this, Erhu was also stunned, but he still replied honestly: "The master has taught me some, but I can recognize some words."

There is a doorway! Qin Ze was overjoyed in his heart, and on the surface, he still asked calmly, "Can you write?"

"It's okay to write, it's just too ugly." Erhu replied honestly.

In his heart, he felt more and more inexplicable about Qin Ze's questions. His master has always liked poetry, so he and Mangniu also learned to read and write, but they only recognize it, but they can't write it.

Reading books is a luxury consumption these days, and rice paper alone is intimidatingly expensive, let alone books and the like. So the two tigers can recognize the words at most, and they really haven't written on the words.

I thought I could ask Erhu for advice, but I didn't expect him to be a girl. Qin Ze can write, but at most he can write simplified characters, and he still uses a signature pen.

On the other side, Erhu watched Qin Ze hold the pen for a long time without moving, and then his eyebrows jumped and he asked a little tentatively: "Young Master, don't you know how to write?"

"Who said that, your young master's stomach is a belly of ink, and now he is just thinking about what to write!" I can't admit to being killed at this time, and I think about how weird it is to know that a person who can compose poetry can't even write.

Qin Ze is different, not only does he not know how to write, he also doesn't know how to read.

"But the way you hold the pen is not right?" Erhu stared at Qin Ze's right hand and said with a puzzled expression.

"I ......" Qin Ze only felt that the world was spinning, and he felt that he was lifting a stone and hitting his own feet, so he slapped the brush on the table at the moment, and said angrily: "Don't write it, all your good interest has been lost by you."

"Is the host willing to exchange ten wish points for Wang Xi's calligraphy?" The system can be said to be pervasive, as long as Qin Ze has a little demand, he will jump out by himself, like a salesman in later generations.

The answer is definitely no, this wish is worth his own life, how can it be used to change the font, even if it is Wang Xizhi's words.

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Three days later, outside the Baqiao Bridge on the outskirts of Chang'an City, the past deserted was swept away, and scholars came and went, wearing various Confucian shirts, and began to gather here.

It was March, and the willow trees on the riverside had just sprouted, and they were dancing in the wind. The swallow in the mud began to be busy again, constantly touching the surface of the water, swinging in a circle of ripples.

The grass on the ground also began to spread, and in the empty world, the blue sky and white clouds reflected each other, everything was so clean, everything was so clear.

Some of these scholars were holding a book in their hands, reading it with an intoxicated expression, and their heads shook so that Qin Ze was dizzy for a while. Others pinched it with one hand, pointing at the Bahe River and not knowing what they were singing. There was also a group of people around him, and they were clapping incessantly during the intervals.

I don't know why, this scene that seems to be extremely elegant and sacred, but in Qin Ze's eyes, it makes him feel a little funny. It feels like a billionaire accidentally breaking into a squire's party, and there is an indescribable discomfort.

But the main attraction here is the huge peach grove, planted next to the Bashui River on the left. In the middle is a long pavilion, and walking in it is really like walking in a sea of flowers.

Unlike later cities, the sparsely populated Tang Dynasty was in a primitive state on large tracts of land. It is only more than 20 miles away from Chang'an City, which belongs to the boundary of Lantian County.

This peach forest was planted by the eldest grandson's family, and when the peach blossoms bloom in March every year, it becomes a place for everyone to play. And this time the poetry meeting was initiated by Changsun Chong, and the location was naturally chosen in this elegant place.

Elegant is elegant, but it is too far away from Chang'an. At this time, there were no cars, and the only thing that could be considered tall was the horse-drawn carriage. Qin Ze didn't have this thing, he was only renting the Cheng family's house now, and it was impossible to buy a carriage with the remaining three yuan in his hand.

But he didn't have Cheng Huailiang to have, so now in the carriage, Wang Fu and Qin Ze are sitting. As for Cheng Huailiang, it is impossible to take a carriage, at this time he is riding a jujube red horse outside, shuttling around.

Listening to his strange cry of "wow, yes", Qin Ze knew that when he participated in the poetry meeting this time, he just wanted to ride a horse happily.

However, Qin Ze was curious that there were two carriages that came out of Cheng's mansion, one for himself and Wang Fu, but he didn't know who was sitting in the other one.

Sitting in the same carriage with Wang Fu made Qin Ze feel very uncomfortable, and after getting along with each other these days, Qin Ze can be regarded as seeing through this guy's personality. Although he has an extremely honest face, this guy is a monkey spirit, and he can be said to be a famous wealthy businessman in the Taiyuan area.

Looking at each other, Qin Ze didn't have time to look away, he was caught by Wang Fu, and opened his mouth to ask: "Brother Qin has such a talent, I don't know where the teacher is?"

Seriously, if Qin Ze hadn't seen it with his own eyes, this guy in front of him squatting at the door of his house with Erhu, teasing the women of good families on the street with his eyes, Qin Ze would have almost been deceived by this guy's crepe appearance.

At the moment, he also threw a roll of his eyes, and replied angrily: "Talk well, and pretend to be a reader with me."

Ya is not tired of talking, she will act at every turn, and she will be the one who does it at every turn, and she can hear that Qin Ze's half-hung person is a mush.

Especially when he thought of what poetry meeting he would have to participate in later, Qin Ze felt even more headache. And this time's wish is very clear, to let Wang Fu stand out at the poetry meeting, what does this mean?