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It's just that.

Where am I going to eat, sister!

Ye Shu wants to cry without tears!

When Ye Shu was looking for food that could be eaten, what Ye Shu didn't know was that at this time, another person from the Tang Dynasty was anxious because of him.

Zhang Zhe, okay it's him again, since the last time he got two books of Tang poetry and Song Ci, he started his journey of copying the literature, and first copied a few well-known Song poems of the Song Dynasty, which made him stand out.

In fact, the word was officially raised in the Song Dynasty, and in the Tang Dynasty, the word was also called Shiyu, which means that the poetry played with the leftover things, even the lyricist Su Shi of the Song Dynasty refused to write the words at the beginning, and even laughed at himself for a while.

However, I have to say that in ancient times, the speed of the spread of words was far faster than that of poetry!

Because words can be sung!

And the ancient fireworks land also often sang some well-known lyrics and songs, which is also the main reason why the words could not be on the stage in the Tang Dynasty, poetry is something that elegant people play, and the words are sung in the folk, so some readers in order to reflect the status of poetry called the words poetry.

However, the difference is that although these scholars claim to be romantic and elegant people, they often linger in the land of fireworks, which makes Zhang Zhe famous in the vicinity, and has won the reputation of a talented man, and there are countless women who visit every day in order to be able to obtain one of his poems.

Of course, many people are actually very disdainful of Zhang Zhe's fame, and it is not to say that literati are light, although Zhang Zhe has been a popular heirloom since his debut, but there has not been a single poem, which is the direction that some jealous people are mainly targeting.

But despite this, Zhang Zhe's name is still spreading more and more.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was not like the time of Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty in later generations, at this time, because of the change of dynasty, the system was not very perfect, and generally as long as you can do good poetry, there is still a great chance to become an official.

This is also the reason why many people are hostile to Zhang Zhe, and there is one of the main reasons, that is, Zhang Zhe's background.

Since the Han Dynasty, most of the world-famous Confucians have come from the great families, and the factions of the imperial court are even more intertwined and intricate.

This is also a matter of no way, the family has always been a major problem for the emperors of various dynasties, the reason why the former Sui fell, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty repaired the canal, and the failure of the three expeditions to Goryeo was one of the fuses, but the domestic family troubles were also one of the main reasons.

The reason for this is nothing more than that Yang Guang's establishment of the imperial examination system has shaken the interests of the family.

So Yang Guang threw himself on the street.

After the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, the monopoly position of the family in the imperial court has not changed, and the people of each family are still proud of their own identity and look down on poor students.

Now that Zhang Zhe, a student from a poor family, can make such poems, he will naturally be suppressed by some narrow-minded children of the family.

Regarding these suppressions, Zhang Zhe is also very clear, although he was a complete waste wood in his previous life, after all, he has been mixed here for a while, and he still understands it.

Even so, many times I can't help myself, for example, the last time was a small gathering of some literati in a nearby market town, although I didn't want to go, but Zhang Zhe couldn't help it.

He didn't want to be called arrogant.

Zhang Zhe hated coming to this world where there was no Internet, no novels, no anime, no games, but since he got the golden finger that day, Zhang Zhe can be regarded as having hope, but more than ten days have passed since the last lottery, and the novel has not been updated again, and his fan value has passed five o'clock, but every time he wants to draw a lottery, he always prompts himself that his fan value is insufficient.

The big word lottery obviously told him that he could draw again, but he almost put all the money he had recently earned by copying the book into it, but he still couldn't draw the lottery, and the last time a garbage eye-catching could be drawn, Zhang Zhe wondered if this thing was broken.

"After more than ten days, you deserve to hit the street for the rest of your life!" Zhang Zhe complained, but he just dared to think about it in his heart, and said that he would never dare to say it.

If this great god has a penchant for peeping at others, then he will be miserable.

"Knock knock~" A knock on the door interrupted Zhang Zhe's memories.

"Who?"

"Brother Ziyou, it's me!"

Although the words seemed very polite, Zhang Zhe heard a strong sense of arrogance from them.

"It turned out to be Brother Zhao, I don't know why I came here?"

Zhang Zhe hurriedly got up and opened the door, and suddenly a young man dressed as a literati slowly walked in, this literati was Brother Zhao as Zhang Zhe said. His father is a rich man within a radius of 100 miles, and he claims to be related to the Zhao family, a prominent family in the current dynasty, but I don't know if it's true or not.

As soon as this person entered the door, he began to constantly look at the clothes around him, and the contempt in his eyes was even more undisguised, although Zhang Zhe had become famous during this time, and he had made a lot of money by selling words, but he was much worse than the real landlord.

"A girl I like, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, I want to ask Ziyou to make a song on behalf of my heart, if I can follow my heart, the money will not be missing you." When he spoke, he looked very arrogant, as if he was giving alms to Zhang Zhe.

If such a big tyrant came to him a few days ago, Zhang Zhe would naturally be overjoyed, and even if his attitude was a little better now, Zhang Zhe wouldn't mind selling one or two good words to the other party, after all, what a big deal to be a gunman.

Like when I was in college, I also looked for a substitute exam.

But this Zhao Gongzi's attitude can be said to have stimulated Zhang Zhe, to be honest, after the crossing, although all kinds of hardships, Zhang Zhe has always had the pride of being a traverser, even more so after obtaining the so-called "golden finger".

"Ten times." Zhang Zhe said lightly.

This sentence made the eldest prince of Zhao on the side even more disdainful, after all, although there was a lot of money in this period, but fame could not buy anything, not to mention that the Zhang Zhe in front of him did not even have the temperament of a scholar, and he would not have much to do in the future.

"No problem." Zhao Dagongzi said that he was not short of money.

"Alright, I say, you write it down." Zhang Zhe said with a smile.

I don't know why Zhao Dagongzi shuddered inexplicably when he saw Zhang Zhe's smile, but he also knew Zhang Zhe's rules, so he casually picked up the pen and ink on Zhang Zhe's desk and prepared to start writing.

Zhang Zhe is also a little helpless, although his simplified Chinese characters and hard pen writing are okay, but after being thrown into this dynasty, it can be said that he is illiterate, but then he took a deep breath and prepared to read a scolding poem in his memory.

"If you don't dislike it," Zhao Dagongzi wrote it down, frowning slightly, what is this beginning, although his water quality is limited, but this is too straightforward! However, thinking of Zhang Zhe's previous poems, he immediately wrote them patiently.

It's the beginning of the snow.

Zhao Gongzi wrote.

The poplar autumn moon is bitter, and the infatuation is green beads.

Although this poem is not very good, it also echoes the requirements of Zhao Dagongzi, and the rhyme is also good, at least at the same level as those so-called talents within a radius of 100 miles.

In the end, Zhao Dagongzi left happily, and Zhang Zhe looked at this departing fool with some amusement, really looking forward to the expression of this thing when he recited a poem in front of everyone!