Guo Ye followed Ma Yuan, who was smiling inexplicably, into Gongcao's room, and the knife and pen officials behind him took the door out of the room with a playful look and retreated outside.

Entering the room, Ma Yuanju beckoned Guo Ye to sit down casually, then picked up a large piece of white rice paper on the study and slowly spread it out......

Guo Ye raised his head slightly, and saw the silver hook on the rice paper, full of big characters written like a dragon flying and a phoenix, and it seemed that the ink was still wet, so it should have just been written.

Before he had time to praise Ma Yuanju's profound calligraphy attainments, Guo Ye heard Ma Yuanju look at the spread out rice paper and slowly recited:

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and my heart is uneven.

Yazhang resigned from the phoenix, and rode around the dragon city,

The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is mixed with the sound of drums.

Rather be a centurion than a scholar. ”

After reading it, Ma Yuanju couldn't help but exclaim: "Good poetry, good poetry!" The momentum is magnificent, and people suddenly yearn for the march in the north. Rather be a centurion than a scholar, tsk, it is really impassioned, so that we and other mediocre scholars are really ashamed! ”

When Guo Ye heard this poem, wasn't it "From the Army" that he improvised and plagiarized in the soap class room that day?

How did Ma Yuanju know this poem?

But it's a relief to think about it, the soap class is full of mouths, especially Cheng Erniu and Zhu Pengchun, who are always promoting and expanding their popularity.

Now Guo Xiaoge's name is not to mention that in the third class of Yamen, it is slightly famous in the entire Longxi County.

It is not surprising that Ma Yuanju heard the song "From the Army" that he plagiarized from other people's mouths.

But today, he specially invited the little brother to come to the Cao Fang, and also waved "From the Army" on the rice paper, what kind of fun is it?

Is there anything wrong with this song "From the Army"?

Obediently, brother is not mistaken, this is the master of the poem, Yang Jiong, one of the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, should not have been born yet.

Ma Yuanju just wants to learn 315 to fight fakes, but there is no trace to be found!

Just when Guo Ye was puzzled, Ma Yuanju suddenly asked, "Guo Ye, have you ever read?" ”

Guo Ye did fulfill the nine-year compulsory education in his previous life, and he also soaked in college for a few years, but the things he learned had long been returned to the teacher, and in the Tang Dynasty, these things could not be physically put on the table at all.

Could it be that people say that the earth is round, gravity is the first to discover the theorem by Newton, and that the gods and Buddhas and ghosts and snakes are all deceitful, and only Marxism is true?

Isn't that? Who believes?

It's strange not to tie you to the firewood and burn your heretical doctrine to death.

In a hurry, Guo Ye had to tell the truth: "Don't hide it from Master Cao, I have studied in private school for a few years, and I know a few big characters, as for ......"

Ma Yuanju suddenly interrupted his answer, and said to himself in confusion: "That's strange, after only a few years of reading private school, you can make such amazing poems?" It stands to reason that what your private school teaches is nothing more than enlightenment knowledge such as three-character scriptures, thousand-character texts, and hundreds of family names, which is impossible, and it is really impossible. ”

Guo Ye listened to Ma Yuanju talking about the impossible, and looked at his eyes full of doubts, as if he wanted to strip himself naked and find out.

Especially Ma Yuanju's posture, it seems that he doesn't have any real materials, but has plagiarized from others.

Suddenly, Guo Ye had a kind of hesitation to be a thief.

Then he struggled his neck and fought back: "Cut, Ma Gongcao, you also look down on people, right?" Haven't you heard that the article is made by nature, and the magic hand gets it? ”

Belch?

Ma Yuanju's expression froze, and the doubts in his eyes disappeared at this time, and he fell into petrification again, because Guo Ye's sentence 'The article is natural, and the magic hand is even successful' shocked him for the second time.

Then he muttered: "Yes, yes, flowery articles are often achieved overnight, not at all by step." I think that the Lan Pavilion preface of the book saint Wang Xizhi was not made in one go after being drunk? Alas, maybe Ma is too rigid and rigid, there is no shortage of natural geniuses in this world, it seems that Ma still underestimates the people of the world! ”

Looking at Ma Yuanju's chatter, and then listening to his self-talk, Guo Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and said in his heart, he finally fooled this loach-like Ma Yuanju.

Guo Ye passed the test in a daze, thinking that he couldn't let Ma Yuanju think more here, otherwise it would be very bad for this guy to get to the bottom of it for a while, and he had to expose his stuffing.

Quickly changed the topic and asked, "Ma Gongcao, why did you come to me today?" ”

But who knew that Ma Yuanju was a nocturnal wanderer, and he went to the dark one by one, and he had to hold on to Guo Ye's poetry.

He asked with a look of cherishing talents: "Guo Ye, since you have the ability to improvise poetry, why don't you take advantage of your youth to visit a famous teacher and study hard. ”

Immerse yourself in hard work?

Gaining fame?

Guo Ye couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, ten years of hard work, big brother, do you think everyone is like you?

And when I think of those obscure Ziyue Shiyun in the Four Books and Five Classics, Guo Ye wants to die, so that a modern ** silk young man who was born under the red flag and grew up in the new century, watched AV day and night, and went clubbing every night to get famous, isn't this a brain show?

Forget it, the little brother is still doing our head catcher to be comfortable and comfortable.

Besides, who said that if you enter the officialdom, you have to gain fame? Guo Ye didn't believe in this evil, so he had to find a way for Guo to be promoted.

Then he hugged his fist at Ma Yuan and said: "Ma Gongcao, I think it's better to forget it, I think it's good to be a head catcher." ”

As soon as these words came out, Ma Yuanju's disdainful eyes swept over, and he snorted with an angry look: "Sure enough, the bird's nest knows the ambition of the bird, how can the firefly compete with Haoyue for glory?" The little servant really doesn't know the joy of reading! ”

I grass!

Guo Ye found that Ma Yuanju, a bastard, did not damage him in one or two sentences, and he must have been uncomfortable.

Then he glanced at Ma Yuanju and shot back: "Ma Gongcao, don't you know that everyone has their own ambitions, so they can't force it?" Besides, although I, Guo Ye, am just a small head catcher, I can arrest thieves and bandits for the 80,000 people in Longxi County, maintain law and order, and do what I can. ”

Ma Yuanju shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Guo Ye's opinion, and said: "Your remarks are too petty, a man is a big man, and he has ambitions in all directions. Besides, the men of my generation naturally learned literature and martial arts, and sold them to the emperor's family, only by rising to the top, entering the center of the imperial court, and ascending to the position of Zaifu, can they express their opinions and do great things that truly benefit the country and the people. ”

Oh, Guo Ye couldn't help but smack his tongue secretly, entered the center of the imperial court, and ascended to the position of Zaifu, Ma Yuanju's tone is really big enough.

Guo Ye listened to Ma Yuanju's bold words, and knew in his heart that Ma Yuanju's statement was not wrong, which was the common aspiration of scholars in this era, and it was also a common problem among Confucian students in this year.

What is the common problem?

It is a common problem that the eyes are high and the hands are low, so ambitious, and never willing to do things at the grassroots level.

However, just like the Great Wall, it is all made of bricks and stones, and no one has done these grassroots bricks and stones, and the Great Wall will never fall?

Sure enough, ancient people still don't see through as well as modern people.

However, Ma Yuanju's starting point for himself is good, and Guo Ye can still feel it deeply with his deep concern.

Then he said: "Ma Gongcao, my Guo Ye is not a person without interest, and I also know that people go to high places, and water flows to low places, and they yearn for steady steps, step by step, and one person is above ten thousand people." However, we are not reading material at all, I feel sick to my stomach and want to vomit when I look at those Ziyu Shiyun, but next time there is any chance of promotion, you still have to do more of the same, hehe. ”

"Whew!"

Ma Yuanju looked at Guo Ye's flattering face, and suddenly became angry, he couldn't figure out how such a bastard thing could make such a majestic and heart-warming "From the Army".

God is so unfair!

Immediately, Ma Yuan raised his sleeves and asserted to Guo Ye: "Little servant, if you don't learn and don't have skills, you have no interest!" ”

Rub, Guo Ye's face turned green, your sister, are you sarcastic brother digging out the addiction?

Immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to be a scoundrel urine and judge Ma Yuanju.

As soon as he wanted to speak, the knife and pen official outside knocked on the door and came in, saying that someone was looking for Guo Zhutou outside.

When Ma Yuanju heard this, he waved at Guo Ye like a fly, let him go out at will, don't stay here and make people upset.

Guo Ye heard that someone was looking for him, so he didn't delay, hugged his fists and said goodbye and went out.

Ma Yuanju ignored Guo Ye, who went out, and looked at his own transcription of "From the Army" on rice paper with a yearning look, and while reciting, he smacked his lips and praised, good poems, good poems!

In his repeated praises, he has selectively lost the memory of Guo Ye, the author of this poem

Guo Ye went out of the Gong Cao Fang to find out a little, and the person looking for him had already seen it, and it turned out to be Zhang Xiaoqi, the owner of the Zihua Pavilion.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqi was anxiously pacing and waiting for him, Guo Ye said in his heart, could it be that Xiaoqi has completed what I have explained?

Then he hurriedly stepped forward and beckoned: "Little Seventh Brother, is it possible that the house I asked you to find can be found so quickly?" ”

When Zhang Xiaoqi saw Guo Ye, he also stepped forward and nodded: "It's done, it's done, the deed has been delivered, and you can move in tomorrow." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaoqi took out a paper like a house deed from his sleeve and stuffed it into Guo Ye's hand, but there was a faint worry on his face.

After Guo Ye found Zhang Xiaoqi's face, he didn't open the deed to check the information about the house, but frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" Looking at your uneasy look, could something else be wrong? ”

Zhang Xiaoqi looked at Guo Ye and stuffed it into his arms after even taking a look at the deed, and asked, "It's okay, little brother, don't you see where the new house is and how much money it spent?" ”

Guo Ye shook his head indifferently and said: "I don't worry about your work, hurry up, don't worry about other things, let's talk, what tricky things have you encountered?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqi glanced at Guo Ye hesitantly, then gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, sighed heavily, and said the pimple in his heart......, the house of reading!" Unique URL: