All the people nodded again and again, after all, this condition is not strict, and looking at their development, with a smile in their eyebrows, Boss Jin walked up, and a servant girl behind him held a box and followed him,

"The so-called erudition and strong knowledge is better than whose memory is better, there are dozens of large and small notes in this box, and one is drawn out by the contemptible person, which article is written on it, which article is written silently, and the time limit for a stick of incense."

It sounds like memorizing a Chinese text, but at this time, there are many articles by the sages before, and there is no specific scopeWho knows, which article will be so lucky to be selected?

Boss Jin opened the box, and the space in half of the box was full of notes, which looked like a big head, he put his hand in, stirred it like a circle in it, and turned everything evenly, and then pulled out a sheet and unfolded it, with six big characters: begging for thieves, Chen Lin.

Gao Wanyue nodded, it was the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty when Yuan Shao gathered the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs to discuss the crusade against Cao Cao, so Chen Lin wrote a text on the crusade against thieves, which has been passed down through the ages, although it was a crusade against Cao Cao, but he was praised by him.

In ancient wars, the name was justified, so the war book had to be written before the war.

The so-called two countries do not cut off the two countries, and what they hand over is the war letter, that is, this letter of begging for thieves, which is generally announced to the whole country, a bit like a letter to the people.

The reaction of the rest of the crowd was also very natural, spreading the rice paper on the table, picking up the brush, and writing happily, while the man picked up the pen but did not know what to write, and remained motionless.

"Do you regret this lady?" A good person next to him came over to talk, An Youju looked at him with a smile like a smile, even if he was smiling, his eyes were not shivering, so that he did not dare to be so presumptuous.

"This son, I once heard such a sentence, who laughs last, who laughs the best, the time for this incense stick has not yet come, how can you assert that you will not regret it?" Gao Wanyue actually didn't care about the result, and the so-called bet was just to see what this person was capable of.

And Gao Wanyue looked back at her father, with a anxious look, her hands clenched into fists, if someone hadn't stopped her, I am afraid that she would have rushed to the stage a long time ago.

But in that moment, he picked up the pen and wrote on the rice paper as quickly as a cloud, and the other people couldn't help but get anxious when they saw him like this, and the beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the rice paper, blurring the handwriting that had been written, and he was out of proportion for a while.

Maybe it's the same as an exam, when you don't have much ink in your belly, you start to look at other people with idle thoughts, and people who are really talented and learn are often light and follow their own progress.

In fact, this article is only about 2,000 words, which is not much, Wan Yue thought that if it was an ink book, it must not be a classic book of the sages, but I didn't expect it to be such an article, I thought he was surprised just now, and he didn't think about it for a while.

More than half of the time has passed, and it has passed

The time for incense is also coming, some people began to look left and right, just lifted the pen to fly fast, but now they can't hold back a few words, think it is forgotten, but once forgotten, it is difficult to remember, and can no longer be connected.

"It's time." Boss Jin picked up the drumstick and smashed it on the Luo drum, and with a loud bang, everyone put down their pens.

And the ragged boy proudly displayed his works, and Boss Jin hung up everyone's rice paper so that the audience could see it clearly, so that it was fair, some words were crooked, and some words were skinny, and they were strange.

And some people only stopped halfway through writing, and he could only shake his head helplessly, and this ragged young man, with vigorous and powerful handwriting, is in a class of his own, and he is really like his own person, just like he stands out from the crowd now.

At the end of the first game, Boss Jin pronounced out the names of all the people who passed the exam out of thirteen or fourteen, and there were only ten left, "In the second game, if you have strengths, you can only pass the test by showing your talents through the first round, showing your talent in a certain aspect, and getting everyone's recognition." ”

The gong sounded and the game began.

This is equivalent to a talent showcase, before a man dressed in earth-colored silk brocade walked out, "I am the second son of Rong Shou Zhai in this county, and the longest thing on my body is copper coins, and my family's wealth can be worn into a line around Xihe County, three circles inside and out, hahaha"

There was a smug hearty laugh on his face, and there was a burst of boos from the audience, interrupting his smugness, "Hey, what do you guys mean!" Tell you, if you don't choose today, I have to choose, otherwise this Rongsheng Zhai will not do your business in the future! ”。

The golden shopkeeper looked into the distance, and his face became serious, "Rongsheng Zhai's second son, fall." ”

"Huh? What's going on, Boss Jin, explain it to me! The second son grabbed Boss Jin's collar and didn't let go, with a displeased face, and threatened in his ear, "You took our family's money and didn't do anything, what are your intentions!" ”。

"Someone drag it down." Two strong men came up and threw the second son off the stage.

Gao Wanyue shook her head, "How can such a frivolous person come out on top, isn't he?" He said to the person who was snickering beside him just now.

The man was speechless and had to flick his sleeves and leave.

In fact, she knows that this game seems to be fair, and there are many people who want to make money through this poetry, and I am afraid that this gold boss will not be able to get rid of it.

Something pulled out of so many notes, either all the notes were written with a topic, or he had a special note in his sleeve, and the notes he had just messed with with his hands were also to hide people's eyes.

And this round is not so easy to get everyone's approval

Yes, it was also this second son who was stupid enough to bully others, relying on his family's wealth and power, so he began to be arrogant and rude, but this Jin boss was just making a decision, looking at the restaurant opposite, afraid that his top boss was sitting there.

It is called a fair and open competition, but the final result has long been determined by the person's mind.

Gao Wanyue followed Boss Jin's gaze, in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant, facing the poetry club here, you can see the restaurant from a distance, not far from here, the voice is louder, and it should be heard clearly.

Indeed, in ancient times, this kind of black-box operation was not uncommon, and it was not a difficult thing, but it was indeed unfair to those who had studied hard for ten years.

But what is absolutely fair in this world? From the moment a person is born, his fate has been predestined, whether it is rich or poor, whether it is health or disease, it has long been predestined.

The price is the man in the snow-colored robe just now, and perhaps she is the cousin of the legendary innkeeper.

"In the next return, usually used to chanting poems against each other, dancing guns and sticks, today for everyone to show a self-created swordsmanship, I hope to come out on top!" The next person sent him a sword, the blade of the sword was sharpened, the sword has been unsheathed, he swayed freely, as if no one was in the realm, the general elegant and soft, according to his swordsmanship, more ornamental, I was already defeated in the actual battle.

"Flower fist embroidered legs." An Youju muttered to himself, bored watching him dance the sword, maybe he was fusing swordsmanship and dance, and he didn't want to rely on this set of swordsmanship to kill.

"Don't ask too much, don't ask too much, who can compare to General An." Gently clasp his arm.

But looking at his appearance, there is only one word echoing in his mind: feminine.

"This guy won't..."Gao Wanyue didn't continue, this was just a guess, a bold guess, it was not good to say this before it was official.

In the midst of the flood of applause, he ended this self-created sword technique, and everyone knew that he could successfully pass the level.

After her swordsmanship was affirmed, she smiled lightly, took out a white handkerchief from her arms, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Gao Wanyue's face was full of black lines, if it was really the same as he thought, maybe he was really just a little girl.

The remaining seven people showed their talents one after another, and in his opinion, they were all just grandstanding.

And when it came to the ragged young man, he still didn't squint, walked to the table and picked up the brush flatly, and the audience booed, but he didn't care, and picked up a brush in his left hand.

The circle is very large, the size of a table, one meter long and wide, the left hand starts to learn from the left, and the left hand starts to write from the right, he looks at the left hand side from time to time, and sometimes looks at the right hand side from time to time, the speed is amazing,

In an instant

Suddenly, he wrote a letter to beg the thief, and when he showed this piece of rice paper in front of everyone, he couldn't help but sigh again and again, this young man was unexpected, he was able to start work with both hands left and right, and at the same time he was contemptuous, and he actually underestimated him.

"No, this font is familiar!" Someone in the audience suddenly shouted, this is Boss Jin, and he also felt strange, picking up the comparison between what he wrote just now and what he wrote now, it would be three kinds of handwriting.

Picking up the work of the second son and the cousin just now, everyone present was speechless for a while, he was able to imitate the handwriting of the two just by looking at it, and he could write with his left and right hands at the same time, which was really amazing.

"Xiaosheng is not talented, and the carving insect skills make you laugh." There was no smile on her face, as if she had expected it, and knew the result.

The father who looked at him again, his eyes were ruddy, like his own son, a pearl of the deep sea, and he was blind and didn't find his light on weekdays.

And this is Boss Jin, and looked at the man on the second floor of the restaurant, Gao Wanyue followed his gaze, the man seemed to nod slightly, and Boss Jin hit the gong and shouted, "Pass." ”

By the third scene, the previous people didn't seem to be liked by the man on the second floor of the restaurant, and there were only two left, and the number of people decreased suddenly, which also made the ragged young man not emerge.

"Who do you think the person upstairs will be?" Gao Wanyue held her chin in one hand, her brows furrowed, and his attention seemed to be no longer on this poetry meeting, but more concerned about the mysterious person.

"The mussels compete with each other, and the fishermen benefit." He may already have the answer in his heart, Gao Wanyue nodded, although this is an affordability, the sponsor behind the scenes is the local county guard, and it is also rumored that it creates an opportunity for the county guard to choose a doorman, so that person is most likely the county guard.

Everything is under his control, this Boss Jin is just his puppet, but it doesn't seem that he is a peaceful person, in the name of this poetry meeting, he is not afraid to make money privately.

But think about it, since this poetry meeting has become so commercialized, it doesn't make much sense in itself!

(End of chapter)