After entering the Fame and Fortune Residence, Wang Xu found a place to sit down, raised his eyes and looked around.

In the eye, it is like coming to a modern century-old shop, which is full of calligraphy, paintings and couplets, among which several Wang Xu knows, either contemporary Confucianism or rookies in the literary world, obviously these people have been here, and they have left ink treasures in the store.

"Guest officer, are you staying in a hotel or eating?"

When Wang Xu sat down, a shopkeeper came up to greet him.

While admiring the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, Wang Xu said: "I also live in a hotel and eat, I want an upper room, and then a table of wine and food, and pick and choose." ”

"Okay, wait a minute..."

The shopkeeper shouted and left, and soon there were drinks and dishes served, two cold, three hot, one steamed, one stewed, and a pot of wine, and a small half table was placed.

After eating Haisai for a while, the taste is not bad, and the dishes and drinks are excellent.

As soon as the accounts were settled, a new trick came, and the shopkeeper first looked at him twice, and then said: "Dare to ask the son, but is he a famous scholar?" ”

"How?"

Wang Xu was wearing a Confucian suit, put down the dishes and chopsticks, glanced at the clothes on his body, and said with a smile: "No one should dare to wear this clothes, right?" ”

There are two kinds of scholars, one is meritorious and the other is not.

People who do not have a reputation cannot wear Confucian clothes, and they can't wear them at home, and it is a big sin to wear them in a grand manner.

"That's nature, that's nature..."

The shopkeeper replied again and again, and said: "We have a tradition in Fame and Liju, and paying bills can be divided into two kinds, paying money, or paying money. If the son is confident, he can use Mobao to pay for it, whether it is poetry or calligraphy and painting, as long as it is written well, it can all be used as silver in our place. Of course, if it's too bad, or if it's inconvenient, you didn't say it. ”

"That's how all these calligraphy and paintings on the wall came from?"

Wang Xu didn't rush to respond, but glanced at the wall again.

With respect on his face, the shopkeeper replied: "You are really good eyesight, we have a history of five hundred years, and there are no less than thousands of calligraphy and paintings, couplets, and poems collected in the living room on the first floor, not even one-tenth." ”

Wang Xu had heard before that some restaurants were only open to literati, and every year before and after the state examination, it was a literary feast.

It seems that fame and fortune are similar, although the rich are not forbidden to come in, the pursuit of elegance is not backward, you don't have to think about it to know, you can put calligraphy and painting here, don't care if you call it a name, I'm afraid none of them are general.

"After the teacher left, I have lived in a shallow way in the past few years, and I am indeed a little low-key, and even outsiders say that I am Jiang Lang's talent. This time I came to Yangzhou to catch the exam, it is impossible to be low-key, since this is the case, it is better to be high-profile once. ”

Wang Xu turned his mind around, looked at the diners in the lobby, and found that there were many gentry and literati among them, so he said: "Bring a pen!" ”

As soon as the shopkeeper waved his hand, a guy brought pen and ink.

Holding the pen in his hand, Wang Xu thought for a moment, picked up the pen and wrote: "Compassion for Nong..."

Compassion for Nong: On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops of grass go down to the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work.

This poem of compassion for nong, in later generations, is like the bright moonlight in front of the bed, basically anyone can hum two sentences.

However, few people know that this poem is an eight-line poem, and there are four lines in front of it: "Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in the autumn." There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death. ”

Wang Xu didn't write the first four sentences, why didn't he write them, first, the first four sentences can only be regarded as average, and the second is that the first four sentences are too hateful.

He was a reserve member of the Zhu Party, writing poems, writing that there was no idle land in the four seas, and that the peasants were still starving to death, didn't this satirize the gentry for annexing land and shouting for the new policy of the Han Party, of course it can't be written like that.

Only the last four sentences are written, and those with irony are removed, and only the persuasion of the peasants' hard work and the hard-won grain that should be cherished is left, which can be regarded as standard political correctness.

As for the dishes on the big table, full of wine and food, whether it is appropriate to write such a sour poem does not affect it at all.

Historically, Li Shen, who was born in the Tang Dynasty and worked all the way to the position of prime minister, wrote this poem of compassion for farmers, but he is a gentleman who loves to eat chicken tongue the most.

Legend has it that when Li Shen eats, he must order the dish of phoenix tongue, and he will kill 300 chickens in one meal, only take the chicken tongue, and don't want the rest.

He also had a problem, the slaughtered chicken, after the tongue was taken, had to be discarded, and it was not possible to use it for other purposes.

Li Shen had a concubine, and he felt that it was a pity to throw away the whole chicken, so he left a chicken to stew and drink at night.

In the evening, when Li Shen was drinking the soup, he saw that there was no chicken tongue in the chicken soup, and he immediately became furious.

In later generations, some historians came out to wash the floor, saying that Li Shen ate the tongue of the chicken and threw away the chicken in order to relieve the poor people.

The poor people couldn't afford to eat chickens, so they stayed outside Li Shen's house all day long, picking up those unwanted chickens and eating them.

What the hell is going on, everyone is not from the Tang Dynasty, and they can't say why, anyway, Li Shen's behavior has always been talked about, and who knows that the Chinese food on the plate, the poems are all hard, compared with the poems, it is far away.

Sou!!

After a poem is written, a thousand golden lights rise from the paper.

The golden light formed four lines of poetry in mid-air, exuding dazzling light, and Wenguang climbed all the way up, and soon reached eight zhang, which was only one step away from the nine zhang poem Chengzhenguo.

"Poetry into Zhenzhou!"

Seeing the movement here, the diners in the lobby couldn't sit still.

One of the people present is counted as one, either a literati or a gentry, and none of them are illiterate.

Seeing that this poem is only one zhang away from being able to control the country, someone exclaimed: "Who wrote this poem, is it true that Fame and Fortune have come to Confucianism?" ”

"It's not a big Confucian, it's a young man, he looks so young, is he twenty years old?"

"In the seventeenth and eighteenth grade, there is such a poetic talent, we don't have this kind of person in Yangzhou, right?"

"Who said no, have you forgotten that a few years ago, the boy who was taken by Xue Daru by his side, that young man is proud of the spring breeze, and he has written several poems in his teenage years!"

"Yes, I remember that person, that young man's name is Wang Xu, there has been no news of him in the past few years, and the person who writes poetry now won't be him, right?"

With the surrounding discussions, the golden light slowly converged, turned into a page of golden books and left on the table.

Wang Xu had a smile in his eyes, this poem indicates his return, and it also indicates that there will be another stroke on his resume.

Resume, it is useful to say that it is useful, and it is useless to say that it is useless.

Normally you don't use it, but it's essential when evaluating Confucianism or revising history.

If Wang Xu and others evaluate Confucianism together, the quantity and quality of the other party's poems are not as good as his, and if he chooses one of the two, he is more likely to become a great Confucian than the other party.

Similarly, there are more high-quality poems written, and there are more possibilities to be remembered, if he has dozens of such poems on him, he can bind a collection of Wang Xu's poems, not to mention that he has not appeared for several years, or he has not shown up for decades, and others dare not deny his talent.

In the past few years, Wang Xu has been a little low-key, and he has been secretly said that Jiang Lang is talented, not because he has too few poems and essays to prove that he is a writer, not a short-lived passerby.

"Dare to ask Childe, what do you call it?"

The shopkeeper of Fame and Fortune House trotted down from the upstairs and pulled Wang Xu to ask for warmth.

Wang Xu smiled slightly, and arched his hand to the people around him: "Xiaosheng Wang Xu, the word continues, I have seen you." ”

"Wang Xuzhi, but write that the world only says that gold is expensive, and does not ask the heavenly prince to buy the young Wang Xuzhi?"

A scholar stood up and asked Wang Xu.

Wang Xu listened, nodded slightly, and smiled.

The scholar didn't wait to say anything more, a gentleman stood up again, and continued: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book, what about this poem? ”

"It's also..."Wang Xu humbly arched his hand, which was regarded as a greeting to everyone.

"Looking at the mountains from afar, listening to the water silently, the flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised, is this poem your work?"

Hearing someone ask, Wang Xu continued to nod, this poem was made by him in Jiangnan, and the teacher took him to visit a friend and met a painting master.

The grandmaster drew a landscape painting and asked Wang Xu to improvise a poem, and Wang Xu copied this one.

"Sure enough!"

Hearing Wang Xu's answer, the surrounding gentry suddenly realized, and the gaze of looking at him was different.

Zhenzhou poems are all highlights on Jinshi, Wang Xu is not even a lifter, and being able to make Zhenzhou poems is the same as middle school students studying advanced mathematics.

It is conceivable that in less than a day, the people in the Shilin of Yangzhou Mansion will know the news of his arrival.

Of course, this is also what Wang Xu wants, and he is still waiting for the scholars in Yangzhou Mansion to help him spread his fame.

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