Chapter 40: The Donkey and the Horse

This Dahua is like this, the country is weak and strong, the court is so poor, the wealthy families are rich, and the lower classes of the people are only fighting for food and clothing, such a social system is indeed full of problems. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was getting dark, and the two teenagers walked around the lake for a long time, wanting to talk very happily, and the main content of the conversation was that Ouyang Wenfeng popularized some urban knowledge for Zhu Zhenguo in the countryside, to put it bluntly, it was the knowledge of this rich class.

The two came to the dock of the painting boat, Zhu Zhenguo got closer and saw that the painting boat is really not small, it is more than ten zhang long, but it is thirty or forty meters long in modern times, although it is not comparable to a giant ship of many tons, but it is not a small boat.

There is a spacious wooden board with handrails on the pier that connects to the boat in the water, and there are a few small people standing in front of the head, and Zhu Zhenguo also knows that these people are charging tickets when they stand on this shore. There are dozens of scholars dressed as Confucian scholars around the perimeter.

The two of them got into the crowd and saw a wooden plaque erected in the middle, on which was pasted a large piece of rice paper, on which the words "East Lake" were written.

"Brother Xian, the title of tonight's poem is this East Lake, you and I will think about it." After Ouyang Wenfeng finished speaking, he withdrew from the crowd with Zhu Zhenguo, walking left and right to think about writing poems.

Zhu Zhenguo feels fresh, poetry has never been difficult for him, not to mention that he is original, even if he excerpts a random poem, it is also a masterpiece. Freshness is that I think this solution is a gimmick, so I forcibly raise myself high.

Ouyang Wenfeng's face was much more relaxed after a while, obviously it was the poem of Donghu, and he said to Zhu Zhenguo: "Brother Xian, have you done it well, let's go forward and write it down together." ”

Zhu Zhenguo has nothing to do well or not, he really can't write a poem on this occasion, so just copy a poem from his previous life, but he is a little curious about this solution, and said: "The elder brother leads the way, and the younger brother's poem has also become." ”

The two happily got through the crowd again, and stood at the table under the plaque of Dedong Lake, where the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone had already been prepared on the table, Ouyang Wenfeng picked up the pen and wrote, and wrote it with a few sounds, picked up the rice paper and rippled in the air, and when the ink was dry, it was handed to the little guy next to him, and the little guy got the rice paper and turned around and entered the painting boat.

It's Zhu Zhenguo's turn, Zhu Zhenguo really read a lot of books in his previous life, but he couldn't put down the pen for a while, although he memorized a lot of poems about the lake in his previous life, but it was not very appropriate at this time, this season was about to enter winter, and most of the poems that he could memorize in his previous life were green, green, green, etc., which was really not suitable.

There was a young man in the back who was also queuing, obviously a poem that was made, and when he saw that Zhu Zhenguo in front of him did not write, he said: "If the poem is too bad, don't write it." ”

This is mostly ironic when he says this, Zhu Zhenguo looked back but did not speak, what this young man said is also the truth, he really didn't think about it for a while, but Ouyang Wenfeng was not happy and asked the young man rhetorically: "But your poems are very well written?" ”

The young man said with a smug face: "Although my Wu Ziliang is less talented, I am much more clever than you two hairless boys. Although these words sound modest, they are extremely confident in their words, and they maintain the modest and fine style of the reader, and they arrogantly show that they are extraordinary.

Ouyang Wenfeng heard that this person was called Wu Ziliang, as if he remembered something, Wu Ziliang only had a little reputation among the young people in Shazhou, otherwise he would not have reported himself like this. It's just that it's really unpleasant to hear this, and he is also a proud person, and he replied: "So to speak." Today, Brother Wu is afraid that he is going to make a good appearance in front of everyone? ”

Ouyang Wenfeng meant that if you can't make any success at the banquet today, it will be a slap in the face. After all, Ouyang Wenfeng is young, and there is still a gap between him and the talents of this young generation in terms of reputation.

I only heard a young man behind Wu Ziliang say: "That's natural, Brother Wu's literary talent is recognized by everyone, what can you know as a child, wait until you get on the painting boat, Brother Wu will definitely be a blockbuster." ”

This young man is obviously also patting Wu Ziliang's ass, and Wu Ziliang is even more arrogant, his head has been raised, he is silent, and he looks like a master. Ouyang Wenfeng was unconvinced, but he didn't say much, and he also knew that he was afraid of quarreling with this generation that was more than ten years older than him.

While speaking, Zhu Zhenguo has already written:

The lake and the autumn moon are in harmony,

There are no goggles on the surface of the pond and no polishing.

Looking at the landscape of East Lake,

A green snail on a silver plate.

Zhu Zhenguo also thought about this poem for a while, it was Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting", but the third sentence "Looking at the landscape of Dongting" was changed to "Looking at the landscape of East Lake". In the poem, it is roughly said that the lake is shining in autumn and the moon, the water surface is as bright as a mirror that does not need to be sharpened, and the mountain by the lake is like a green snail coiled on the water like a silver plate.

Although the poem is not the best, it is also excellent. After writing, Zhu Zhenguo also spread out the paper and blew it a few times, and the ink was slightly dry and handed it to the little guy, but he stepped aside and gave the table to Wu Ziliang.

Wu Ziliang approached with his head held high, he didn't bother to read Zhu Zhenguo's poem just now, and after approaching, he finished writing his poem with a few strokes of his pen. After writing, I deliberately raised the rice paper to show it and then handed it to the little guy.

After a while, a small servant got off the painting boat, bowed down and said: "Ouyang Wenfeng, Zhu Zhenguo, Wu Ziliang, and the three sons, everyone is invited." ”

Obviously, everyone read the poems of the three people, and they are all good, please get on the boat.

The three of them came to the ship and entered a hall where a dozen or so low tables were set up, on which good food and wine were already prepared, as well as pen and ink. There was no one inside, and everyone hadn't come out yet, so the little guy bowed down and said, "The three sons, please sit down first, and when the talent of the sandbar is almost there, everyone will come out." ”

Wu Ziliang didn't pay attention to it, and walked straight to the first low table on the left and sat down, Ouyang Wenfeng and Zhu Zhenguo were not polite, and walked to the first seat on the right to sit down.

After a while, more than a dozen young talents came in one after another, each of them sat down, and some of them took a tray up and turned around, and everyone understood that they had to pay money. Ouyang Wenfeng directly poured out all the silver from the money bag hanging on his waist, three hundred and sixty taels, Zhu Zhenguo didn't say much, he just thought about making it up with Ouyang Wenfeng in another place next time.

The young man who had been patting his ass before finally came in, looked around, walked up to Wu Ziliang with a smile and said, "Brother Wu, can you have the honor to sit together?" ”

This young man himself came up slowly, but he was good at stammering, obviously wanting to touch the light of Wu Ziliang and sit in the first seat to be closer to everyone. Just looking at this Wu Ziliang's face, there was a slight trace of gloom, obviously a little unhappy in his heart, but it was not easy to refuse, and he still said: "Famous album and sit with me." ”

The young man named Mingji immediately sat down and smiled: "Thank you, Brother Wu." Brother Wu is talented, it is natural to sit in this first seat, but it is a pity that the two young people opposite have taken a trick today and also sat in the forefront. ”

Wu Ziliang was also disdainful when he heard this, his face was disdainful, but he didn't speak, as if he had lost his identity by saying two more words about this matter.

Zhu Zhenguo and the two heard clearly, Zhu Zhenguo was busy thinking about poetry on the shore just now and didn't say much, but now he no longer couldn't bear it, and smiled at Ouyang Wenfeng: "Little brother, there is a countryman who sees a strong donkey, thinking that he is a healthy horse, and he stepped forward to pat his hand and exclaimed, and the horse is also a hundred miles." ”

When Ouyang Wenfeng heard this, he came to his senses, and it turned out that the young man who said that this was called a famous album slapped his ass indiscriminately, and laughed: "Haha, where is this strong donkey?" It's really as tall as a healthy horse. ”

Zhu Zhenguo also replied with a smile: "Brother Ouyang, a donkey is a donkey, no matter how strong it is, how can it be as tall as a healthy horse." ”

Ouyang Wenfeng also said seriously: "Yes, yes, how can a donkey compare to a horse." ”

The famous album obviously didn't understand, but this Wu Ziliang understood, this is scolding himself for being a donkey pretending to be a horse, he stood up angrily, pointed at Zhu Zhenguo and said: "Shaft... Ann dares to insult me. ”

Zhu Zhenguo pretended to be innocent and said, "Why is Brother Wu so angry. ”

Wu Ziliang was even more angry and stammered: "You... You... ”

Wu Ziliang knew that Zhu Zhenguo was scolding himself and Zhou Mingji, but he couldn't say why for a while, and he wanted to rely on his identity as a scholar, so he was speechless.

At this time, a few maids in front of the stage came out with pipa and guqin. Obviously, everyone was about to come out, everyone quieted down and looked at the front desk, Wu Ziliang also quickly put away his posture and sat down to show his literati demeanor, but he was resentful in his heart.