Lu Jian'an's solemn face also showed a smile, it's really not that he wants to bully people, he is a postdoctoral fellow who has studied ancient culture thoroughly, after all, silk culture and the culture of various dynasties in ancient times are closely related, and his cultural heritage is not inferior to any ancient.

If you really want to do scholarship and take the imperial examination, you naturally can't compare with these local people.

However, any kind of competition between literati is just a poem against each other, or a splash of ink, which he Lu Jian'an is confident and sure.

How can we also be time-travelers!

It's just a book, and it can compare to the heritage of thousands of years of culture.

If you don't hit this nerd, I'm afraid that this nerd will not repent even if the family members of the scourge are hungry and cold, and still think that he is high.

"I'm willing to accompany you."

This is already arrogant.

Lu Shi'an almost fainted.

A kid looks like he is only twelve or thirteen, where did he get the confidence?

The Chinese have already introduced it, Lu Jian'an is a silk mill dealer who wants to grow mulberry and raise silkworms, even if he has studied at home for a few years, can he still be compared with a person like himself who has studied for many years?

The shaft is frivolous.

"Okay, I want to see how Shang Jia can compare with us literati today."

Lu Shi'an was so angry that he had lost his manners, and it was impossible to compete with Lu Jian'an according to his age, so he was suspected of bullying.

"Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

There were immediately a few more voices behind him, and in front of the carriage not far from the two of them, there were several scholars in long robes, who were Lu Shi'an's classmates and friends.

At this time, everyone must have seen the truth of the matter just now.

Being bullied by a businessman is probably intolerable to all literati.

"This little brother has a competition with Zaixia, and a few people happen to visit, so it's just a ready-made referee, and people in the province say that I bully the small."

Lu Shi'an bowed his hand.

Several scholars looked Lu Jian'an up and down, and looked at Lu Jian'an standing with a smile, although he was still young, he already had a special bearing.

"This little friend, seeing that your face is extraordinary, and you are not those vulgar people, why do you have to fight for a long time, our Brother Lu is virtuous, not to look down on businessmen! But since ancient times, businessmen have been lowly, how can they be compared with literati and scholars, Brother Lu is also telling the truth, and he can't be regarded as insulting businessmen.

Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing for you to apologize and let this matter be revealed. ”

"Yes! You are young, and we will not care about you. Presumably it is competitive, everyone has been at this age, Brother Lu is tolerant, and he will definitely spare you. ”

A few said this, and they could see that Lu Jian'an was quite generous, not like some businessmen with fat brains, but more like a personable scholar, which can be regarded as a cherished thought.

For example, if you look good and have outstanding colors, it is still very cheap.

Lu Shi'an shook his head, but he didn't care, he also saw that Lu Jian'an was young, and he had the heart to spare Lu Jian'an.

"A few sons, what's wrong with it? How can a businessman be lowly? What kind of food and clothing are you eating and what are you going to eat, what are you eating, what are you drinking?

Could it be that when you are painting, you make your own paper, develop your own inkstone, or do you make your own clothes?

Think about it before you speak, everyone doesn't distinguish between high and low, what is the difference between life?

What's more, how can a businessman not be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, how can a businessman not be a great Confucian, and a literati only know how to read, but they can't take care of their own food and clothing, and they are not good at making a living, and they put their families, wives and children in dire straits, what is there to be proud of?

Boys are born incapable of supporting their parents and taking care of their wives and children, so how can they do a great career in the court in the future.

If you can't take care of family affairs well, how can you talk about state affairs! ”

Lu Jian'an naturally knew that his statement was a bit shocking, but he still couldn't hold back.

I really can't be forced to admit my mistakes, and I can endure it.

Lu Shi'an snorted coldly, "Then please be a witness, it's not a big bully, it's really this Lu Gongzi who is very arrogant." ”

Since Xu Mengshan saw the master's ability, he now trusts the master unconditionally, and our master is a person who is blessed by the silkworm god Niangniang, so why be afraid.

When I listen to the competition, the first feeling is that it is comparable.

Suddenly, the news attracted students from the school not far away.

It was only a moment's work, and the Lu family was surrounded by water.

I want to see this rare competition.

A little master of silk reeling actually competed with Lu Xiucai to learn something, this is not an axe in front of Luban's door.

The door was open, and Lu Shi'an and Lu Jian'an sat opposite each other, with pen, ink, paper, and inkstones in front of them.

And several talents in the hall and Mr. Ji, the gentleman of the private school, were sitting in line to discuss the topic of the poem.

The literati don't care about these things.

Poetry, painting and writing.

For the sake of fairness, I naturally invited Mr. Private School and the old scholar in the village.

These scholars are so good at making shocking words that they are in an uproar, thinking that they are famous and promoted.

Who doesn't get rich for promotion.

"The two of you will sing a poem with silkworms as the theme today, after all, our Fengshan County respects silkworms, and it can be regarded as a sense of awe."

Lu Shi'an smiled contemptuously, "If you lose today's competition, I am willing to worship Lu Gongzi's disciples as disciples, if Lu Gongzi is defeated, please kowtow to me in public to make amends, and admit that businessmen are not as good as literati?" ”

There is no color in the competition, what is the meaning.

Besides, Lu Shi'an just wanted to humiliate Lu Jian'an.

Lu Jian'an nodded and agreed, it's nothing to have one more sour scholar as an apprentice, just treat yourself as a good deed every day, and when the time comes, you will not let Lu Shi'an be a parasite that eats your family.

Without the help of others, he spread the paper himself, polished the ink, and dipped the pen in the ink to write.

At this time, Lu Shi'an was still brewing and pondering, silently beating the draft.

Therefore, Lu Jian'an, who immediately worked hard to write here, naturally attracted a lot of attention.

It's just that seeing his solemn face, strong grip on the pen, and non-stop writing, everyone can't help but wonder.

Can't you see that Lu Jian'an is really a scholar?

Lu Jian'an has nothing else in his chest, about the poetry and songs of mulberry silk, this is what he has studied for more than 30 years.

It's not easy.

Cheat?

Lu Jian'an didn't have any burden in his heart, who made this a world in a book, this book is an overhead world, and there are many things.

You can't blame yourself for borrowing it.

The most famous poem of a great poet is about silkworms.

Offend!

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

The spring silkworm is dead to the end, and the wax torch turns to ash and tears begin to dry. ”

It was written, but the back was not written, because this poem expresses the woman's lingering and sympathetic changes in her heart for love, and the front is easy to explain, but the back is a bit far-fetched.

Everyone looked at Lu Jian'an and wrote it in just three or two clicks, and couldn't help laughing, writing poetry is not cutting cabbage, it can be done casually.

I didn't even think about it, I just wrote it down randomly, what kind of writing can I have.

I can't help but feel a little contemptuous.