Shangyuan Festival, also known as the Lantern Festival, will be held every year on the Bianhe River outside Kaifeng Mansion Lantern Festival poetry meeting, attracting many literati and visitors to come.

Naturally, this year is no exception, there are many boats on the Bianhe River, and there are countless poets, officials and even foot merchants. There are more official ships, private ships, and of course, flower boats carrying warblers and swallows.

Looking at the boats coming and going, and the literati chanting poems, Hao Jian sat on the fishing boat with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, sneezed and wrapped his clothes: "Oh, I'll go, you ancient people are really good at playing!" ”

Then he leaned on the bow of the boat and shouted to the back: "Xiao Maozi, do you still want to marry your mother-in-law?" Give Lao Tzu a little harder, a little harder! ”

Hearing Hao Jian's words, the young man who was rowing at the stern of the boat immediately sped up and rowed towards the big boat nearby.

On the official boat, an old man who was over the age of sixteen smiled with satisfaction, then looked at the rest of the people on the official boat and said: "Everyone, it coincides with the Shangyuan Festival, and the old man first presents the ugly to the last song, hoping to throw bricks and lead to this year's masterpieces." ”

"Ge Lao is laughing, I'm afraid that as soon as Ge Lao's poetry comes out, we won't dare to compete with it!"

The old man opened his mouth like this, and soon someone took advantage of the situation to make a sycophant, and the surrounding onlookers also expressed their opinions with "yes, yes".

"Haha, don't lift up the old man, chant poetry against you, old man, I still owe a little heat, I still know this."

The old man twisted his beard and laughed a few times, this is the official ship is wearing the official clothes The officials are not wearing official clothes, but the official family is the official family, and there are people flattering behind them whether they wear clothes or not.

"The jade leaks the copper kettle and don't urge, the iron lock is open all night; Whoever sees the moon can sit idle, and where they don't see the lights. ”

Although it is prevarication and self-humility, but this old man's poetry still has a unique flavor, the biggest activity of the Shangyuan Festival in addition to eating rice balls is to enjoy the lanterns and guess the lantern riddles, but the literati are partial to the wind and snow on the ship.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

The people present applauded and applauded one after another, regardless of whether they understood it or not.

"Masterpieces, rare masterpieces!"

Anyway, today's Shangyuan Festival is very lively, because the elder is very happy.

"Well, don't flatter me, gentlemen. Next, please play freely, just take this Lantern Festival as the theme, the theme is not limited, you can play to your heart's content! ”

Signaling everyone around him to be quiet, the old man touched his beard and returned the topic to everyone, while he sat back and waited for the rest of the people to perform.

The Lantern Festival poetry meeting is mainly Tule, just after the New Year, all the people are happy together. Of course, there will be good works coming out at the Lantern Festival Poetry Festival every year, but there are very few real masterpieces.

However, the old man's words immediately made the atmosphere strange, and whether it was the prince or the official who was wearing it, they all began to prevaricate.

Naturally, he can shine at the Lantern Festival poetry meeting and get the attention of the elders, but once he doesn't perform well, he may face an abyss.

Moreover, there were many people who participated in the Lantern Festival Poetry Meeting this time, in addition to a few high-ranking officials in the court, there were also some children of high-ranking officials, that is, the Yanei commonly known as others, who were also present.

It's a trivial matter to make a fool of yourself, and it will be harmful if it affects your children and grandchildren, and everyone with such thoughts began to prevaricate.

After pushing for a long time, I saw that the old man sitting on the chief was unhappy, and finally a young man was pushed out of the crowd, and he staggered to the old man: "Shibo, I can't be talented in the paragraph, and I also offer a poem......

When he heard this person's name, the people around him smiled slightly. This Duan Zichong is a well-known gentleman in Bianjing, and he is either a bird or a grasshopper all day long, and his reputation is not very good.

Can he compose poetry? Isn't it a joke?

got the old man's consent, Duan Zichong immediately shook his head with his hands behind his back: "I watched the lights today last year......

Poof, many people didn't hold back when they heard this poem speak, this expression is really straightforward, it's no different from limerick poetry......

"Huh? What does it smell like? It stinks! ”

Suddenly, the next sentence that popped out of Duan Zichong's mouth surprised many people, and Duan Zichong himself also rushed to the side of the boat and stared at his eyes.

What kind of poem is this?

Last year, I looked at the lights today, huh? What a smell, it stinks!

Just when everyone was confused, suddenly a faint smell permeated the surroundings? After that, it became stronger and stronger, and there was a bit of a choking smell.

So everyone began to cover their mouths and noses, fanning the turbid air in the cabin with their hands.

"Check it out!"

The old man couldn't help it at this time, and whispered to the people around him.

The Bianhe River is the main waterway transportation channel in Dakang, so the government spends a lot of money every year to rectify the Bianhe River.

Now that he suddenly asked, such a smell naturally attracted the attention of these officials.

"Found it, it came from the fishing boat."

Duan Zichong was the first to smell the smell, and he soon spotted a fishing boat not far away, with a person sitting in the bow and a person in the stern fanning a strange stove for a while, and slowly approaching this way with the fishing boat for a while.

"Call them over!"

Someone came over indignantly, how could such a thing happen on the Bianhe River?

A group of graceful men on the ship, with majestic anger on their faces and terrifying lights in their eyes, came to the side of the boat to see who dared to be presumptuous on this Bianhe River.

"Hey, over there, hurry up!"

Without the housekeepers to speak, the housekeepers on one side began to shout towards the fishing boat.

In the Bianhe River of the Shangyuan Festival, there are many small fishing boats like this, which are generally floating shops run by local residents themselves, generally selling some food and snacks, and the business is not bad.

As soon as he heard the call of the official boat, the surrounding fishing boats immediately rolled on the river, making layers of splashes, and no matter what the owner of the big red boat shouted, just row that way.

As soon as they saw that all the fishing boats on the river were waiting for an opportunity to move towards the official boats, these officials and old men frowned one by one: "Call those irrelevant ones to return to me, trouble!" ”

In previous years, the official ships called the surrounding fishing boats to buy some coarse grains and fine grains to supplement the lack of food at the table. It is at this time that the people at the bottom can come into contact with this legendary family of high-ranking officials, and the reaction of the fishing boat is nothing more than to be contaminated with some wealth at the end of the year, as a good omen, of course, the reward given by the official ship every year is also the most.

If you can meet the birth of a hand-me-down poem, it is very good, and the most satisfying thing is to get a certain adult's ink treasure, even if it is only a few words, it is a good choice for the heirloom or the town house.

"Go back, the smelly fishing boats are coming! The lord wants to question you! ”

As soon as these words came out, the river suddenly became lively again.

"Stop, stop! You want to kill me, don't you? ”

Originally, I thought that the shouting of the official boat was a good thing, but no one thought that it was actually a question, so the fishing boats stopped rowing one after another and quickly reversed the direction.

The lords on this official ship are not something they can offend.

However, the boat used to be too fast, but now it is a sharp turn, so that some fishing boats crash into each other before they can cope with it, or some people fall into the water unsteadily.

Suddenly, in addition to the sound of chanting poems in the Bianhe River, there are pieces of cries for help and scolding, and this year's Shangyuan Festival is really much more lively than in previous years.

There was a commotion on the river, and Hao Jian, who was watching it, grinned: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" ”

Waving his hand, Hao Jian said apologetically to the fishing boats passing around.

The people around him saw Hao Jian's expression with a trace of disdain, although it was hand-picked by the official master, but it was clearly a question, it is estimated that this kid polluted the air of the Bianhe River and made the master unhappy, and now I am afraid that he is going to go to Haosheng to say something.

"Brother Jian'er, I'm afraid it's not good. Could this official master be really angry? ”

At this time, Mao Zi, who was originally rowing at the stern of the boat, also paced and hesitated in front of Hao Jian and asked softly.

Mao Zi is dressed the same as Hao Jian, with patches all over his body, even in the depths of winter, he is wearing a single coat, which is very light.

"It's okay, listen to me."

Hao Jianzhi didn't care, and continued to let Mao Zi return to the stern of the boat and shake the oars to speed up.

For Hao Jian's order, Mao Zi could only continue to return to the stern with doubts and shook the oars.

Standing on the bow of the boat, Hao Jian twitched his nose a few times, inhaled the snot that was about to flow out, and sighed: "I have a cold!" ”

Then a pair of eyes looked straight at the official ship, and then sighed softly and said in words that only he could hear: "I actually crossed into this world, it's boring!" ”

Hao Jian is not from this world, he came through time. As a young man with ideals and ambitions in the twentieth century, but after a blink of an eye, he found himself in another world.

This is ancient and can be determined, but it is not ancient on earth, and the devil knows which plane of the universe is here.

However, what Hao Jian can be sure of is that this world is still based on Cheng Zhu Lixue, which makes Hao Jian have to sigh that no matter how the world is distorted, he will not dare to offend Master Confucius.

Under the activity of Mao Zi's oars, the fishing boat soon came to the big red boat, Hao Jian skillfully tied a hemp rope to the bow of the boat, and then went directly to the fishing boat, and walked into the cabin with a smile on his face.

"Hello everyone, the late Hao Jian is so polite!"

As soon as they met, before everyone in the cabin could speak, Hao Jian took the lead in introducing himself, not at all restrained.

"Maozi, what are you doing! Don't do it yet, bring me those snacks or something, are the old men staring at it like this? ”

Immediately after that, Hao Jian continued to open his mouth and shouted at Mao Zi, who was hiding in the fishing boat.

Mao Zi has never dealt with officials, as the so-called people see officials seven points shorter, especially in this ancient era with a strict hierarchy, looking at the luxury of the room, he was so frightened that he lost his soul, standing in place and trembling.