"Sting~". Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In a shantytown near the edge of Huaning City, the sound of tearing paper can be heard in a simple house.

The moon was shining, and from the sky, it could be seen that this humble house had been some years old.

There were a few holes in the roof, which were made of thatch mixed with mud, the roof tiles in the corners were so haggard that they could fall off at any moment, and the wooden strip that supported the windows was broken, so a willow branch was pressed against the windowsill.

Inside the pane, the dim candlelight was like a bean, but after all, the house was not big, and the dim candle flame could still play a role, illuminating the room slightly brighter than the moonlight outside.

Lin Ziyang wandered back and forth in front of a dilapidated wooden table in distress, and sometimes had inspiration, so he hurriedly grabbed a pen and wrote a few sentences on the paper, but when he looked at it later, his expression swelled with disgust, and he tore the paper and threw it in the corner of the room.

At this time, there was already a lot of snow white in the corner, and I am afraid that there were thirty or fifty sheets, all of which were discarded by him.

On the other side of the room, Chen Heng didn't dare to make the slightest movement, and waited there respectfully, waiting for Lin Ziyang to leave.

The moonlight was about to move to the center of heaven, and he estimated that at this time, the poetry meeting was probably halfway through, and other talented scholars must have written a lot.

He pressed the uneasiness in his heart and comforted himself over and over again: "Brother Lin is about to write, as long as Brother Lin writes it, he must be better than others, writing fast is not the ability, writing well is the ...... of learning."

"Sting! ~", another ball of paper flew down, Chen Heng's heart beat with it, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he clenched his fists slightly.

He gritted his teeth to relax himself, then smiled and whispered, "Brother Lin, aren't you still satisfied?" ”。

Lin Ziyang's wandering figure stopped, his brows were tightly locked, and he said unhappily: "I don't know how to do it, I already have a draft of these poems, and the artistic conception, ambition, words, and poetry rhyme are clear, but I am not satisfied with the writing."

Chen Heng said: "Is it that Brother Lin is too demanding of himself, maybe, what you wrote is also good."

Lin Ziyang shook his head, with a conceited look on his face, straightened his chest slightly, and said: "I know my talent, poetry is just easy for me, but what I want to write Lin Ziyang is a swan song, this kind of thing is not something that ordinary people can understand."

"Brother Lin is talented, the younger brother is far inferior, and only Brother Lin can overwhelm the crowd and shut up those villains in Du Xian, the news that we went to the Moon Park tonight, those people already know, just wait for Brother Lin to write a good poem, you can directly crush them to death, Brother Lin thinks slowly, writes slowly, ponders, carefully polishes, we are not in a hurry."

Chen Heng said a few words, then kept silent and continued to wait.

It's just that although he said that he was not in a hurry, his heart was already like an ant on a hot pot.

Tonight, it's important to them!

What is a talent, of course, is a leader of the group, brilliant writing, without borrowing power, you can be famous among the princes, so that the great Confucianism favors, the daughter of the side, the people admire.

He Chen Heng knew that his talent was limited, and he could only be famous in one city, and if he wanted to spread the praise to thousands of households, he still needed to rely on others.

Throughout the entire Huaning City, only Lin Ziyang has this strength, the first in the poetry club for two years, has quietly made him famous, it is said that the radius is 100 miles, but there is a scholar's place, everyone knows the name of Lin Ziyang.

Lin Ziyang is hot, if he can win these three consecutive championships, perhaps, he will really soar and rise to the top.

In this graceful and talented Song Dynasty, a well-known talent, that is, the emperor and general, is also admired.

And he, Chen Heng, as Lin Ziyang's best friend on the road to fame, needless to say, will also be accompanied by the fame of a talented man, echoing endlessly in the court and countryside of the Great Song Dynasty.

However, all this is based on the assumption that Lin Ziyang won the first place in the poetry club tonight, if he fails...... Chen Heng had never thought about what that would be.

"Phew~".

Suddenly, from outside the shantytown, at the entrance of the narrow street, the sound of a carriage sounded, and after a while, I heard someone knocking on the door, and called out respectfully: "Excuse me, does Lin Ziyang Lin Gongzi live here?" ”。

Lin Ziyang and Chen Heng glanced at each other, both of them were a little strange, I don't know who is coming to look for him tonight.

Chen Heng hurriedly opened the door, leading an old man in high-quality clothes who looked like a housekeeper in, Lin Ziyang stood at the door of the broken house, watched the two of them come over, and said suspiciously: "This old man, we don't know each other, I don't know what to look for?" ”。

The person who came was Li Xing, he glanced at the courtyard, and said with a smile: "The son is poor and happy, and his heart is weak, no wonder he can write such good poems and words...... The little old man Li Xing, an old servant of the Li family's tea shop, was ordered by the head of the family to invite Lin Gongzi to visit the Moon Garden.

"The Li family?" , Lin Ziyang's eyes flashed, and he glanced at Chen Heng beside him, and Chen Heng smiled at the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"Ahem, it turned out to be a distinguished guest from the Li Mansion...... I was thinking about going early, but somehow, I suddenly didn't feel so comfortable, so I wanted to wait until I got a little better and didn't get in the way."

Li Xing lowered his head and said lightly: "Originally, there was nothing to do, but now if the son doesn't go, there will be something."

"Huh? How so? Lin Ziyang frowned.

Li Xing told the story of Du Xian, Qin Xun and others coming over to provoke in the Snow Garden.

"How can such a thing happen!?" , Chen Heng and Lin Ziyang were all shocked.

"Everyone in the garden didn't expect it, but after thinking about it, it was reasonable, I heard Zhao Pin and Zhao Gongzi say, Lin Gongzi, you once said something, and Du Xian, Zhao Shuliang, and Qin Xun had a conflict, maybe they passed because of this."

"Hey, it's a pity that our Moon Garden Poetry Club, with the talents of Zhao Pingongzi and a few people, it probably won't last long, if Lin Gongzi doesn't go now, this poetry club, most likely there will be no more ...... in the future."

Li Xing's words are not vitriol, although there are no bitter and mean words, but every word and sentence alludes to the fact that this poetry meeting dispute was caused by Lin Ziyang, and now that he is not going, it is to let others scapegoat for no reason.

Lin Ziyang was a scholar and quite conceited, as soon as he heard that Du Xian and the others had gone directly to Mochiyue Garden to find him, he was furious at the moment, and he waved his robe sleeves and wanted to agree, but Chen Heng was beside him and kept his eyes from letting him be impulsive.

"Shopkeeper Li, otherwise, you deign to wait here first, I have a few words with Brother Lin", Chen Heng was only afraid that Lin Ziyang would be impulsive, so he hurriedly confessed, then grabbed Lin Ziyang and went back to the room.

Li Xing only listened to the whispers in the room, and a few words came faintly: "The poem is not finished...... Don't be impulsive...... Bad reputation...... Bear with ...... for the time being".

After a while, the two came out of the room again, and Lin Ziyang's anger had been suppressed for most of it, but he frowned and was silent on the side.

And Chen Heng said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, Brother Lin's body is still very uncomfortable, just let him rest a little more and drink some hot tea, maybe he can get better...... Rest assured, no matter how late it is, we will definitely rush to the ...... before the end of the poetry meeting."

In the moonlight, the low courtyard wall could not block the rich spring color outside, and the breeze blew through the simple wall.

Li Xing took out a silver ticket from his body and said with a smile: "The head of my family has a saying, if the son is willing to go, he should have a big gift."

"Although our Li Mansion is not a wealthy family, but we also have a small asset in Huaning City, Lin Gongzi, your courtyard is four wild and chunnong, if you move a bamboo chair, iron a pot of dragon well, taste tea and enjoy the scenery, it should be beneficial to Gongzi You nourish your talents...... and the five hundred taels of silver will be given to thee for tea."

Li Xing lowered his head slightly and handed it over with both hands.

Seeing the silver ticket, Lin Ziyang was slightly stunned and did not take it as soon as possible.

In the cold moonlight, the contract seal on the ticket and the paper with a faint glow all indicate the weight of this silver ticket.

Ambilight, faint fragrance.

The moment Lin Ziyang reacted, when he looked at the silver ticket again, all of a sudden, fire appeared in his eyes, his eyes were fixed on the silver ticket, his throat shook up and down, and his breathing became difficult.

Five hundred taels!

What is this concept!?

Lin Ziyang didn't know too well that he had seen the most money, that is, the ten taels of silver he received after the ancestral house was sold and divided equally among the brothers.

But he knew that even the whole shantytown was not worth a hundred taels combined!

The person who lives here will not earn five hundred taels in his life, as long as he spends a few taels of silver, he can buy another piece of land in this place, and spend another twenty or thirty taels to build a brand new small building!

In this shantytown, the best-looking girl has five taels of silver as a gift, and it is only a few dollars to raise one or two maids and servants.

Five hundred taels! Five hundred taels!

Lin Ziyang looked at the silver ticket, only feeling dizzy and dizzy, and he was really going to fall ill.

"Lin Gongzi, it's not early, the carriage is outside, if there is no talent like you, there is no fun at all, you can go with me", seeing Lin Ziyang trying his best to hide his excited expression, the well-informed Li Xing smiled, took the initiative to stuff the silver ticket into Lin Ziyang's hand, and waited aside.

With the silver ticket, Lin Ziyang's whole soul was about to fly.

He is a literati, a scholar, and a famous Lin Ziyang Lin talent, his poems are loved by the Confucians, favored by various ladies, and even the Lord Zhizhou is quite praised for his poems, however, he is not doing well.

Because before these identities, he was first and foremost a man, a living, flesh-and-blood man.

It is a human being, it is inevitable to live, food, clothing, food, housing, transportation, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, these are the most basic things he must have.

As a talented person in Huaning, it can be said that they are all high-class people, and they should have the appearance of high society. High society doesn't say it, it costs money, it needs to be socialized.

And what about him, he has no money.

Why did his reputation rise and he ranked first in the poetry club for many years, but he was looked down upon by Du Xian, Qin Xun and others?

Why do all the young ladies love his talent, talk secretly in the boudoir, and praise his poems, but there are few who really want to marry him?

Without him, just because he is too poor, he is an out-and-out poor scholar.

In extreme embarrassment, he painstakingly composed poems and lyrics, to the point of exhaustion, and even in the middle of sleep, he occasionally got a good sentence in his dream, and then woke up suddenly, lit a lamp, and wrote it down tremblingly in the cold winter night.

Others say that he Lin Ziyang is diligent and studious, and he is a pillar, but he knows in his heart that all this is actually just for one thing...... Get out of poverty.

Get rid of this shame! Disgusting! Hateful! Annoying! Blame! Poverty in all negative terms!

He reads and writes poetry because he wants to become famous in one fell swoop! He wants to be a man! To take the imperial examination! Become a showman! Become a Jinshi! Become a lifter!

All of this, the ultimate goal he wants to achieve, is for one thing, silver!

became famous, was admitted to Xiucai, and won the promotion, he no longer had to suffer this kind of trembling and charity days!

Chen Heng on the side wanted to say something, but he clearly saw the green tendons in Lin Ziyang's neck, and knew that no matter what he said, it was impossible to change Lin Ziyang's mind.

Not to mention Lin Ziyang, even if he is from a decent family and a solid family, he can't help but throb in his heart in the face of five hundred taels of silver.

That's five hundred taels, in Huaning City, there are not many people with five hundred taels of silver, and these five hundred taels can change Lin Ziyang's life...... Radical change.