With two hundred taels of silver in his hand, Qin Mo left Xunxiang Building with great satisfaction.

The girl with the highest bid is named Lianxiang, a woman who likes to embroider lotus flowers on her purse, last time she stuffed her purse to the handsome old man Gu Meng, and finally cheapened Qin Mo.

But after a while, the assets of two hundred taels instantly shrank to thirty-six taels, because he went to Wenbao Zhai.

Holding the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he had just bought, he glanced back at the signboard of Wen Bao Zhai, gritted his teeth and said to himself: "It's more ruthless than robbing money, I will never come in the future, and I feel like being robbed by thieves every time." ”

In fact, he said the same thing last time, but after only two or three days, he couldn't help but visit again.

For the scribes, it is difficult to refuse the things in Wenbao Zhai, even if you don't buy it today, you will remember it in your heart when you go back, and you have to take the initiative to come and be slaughtered sooner or later.

It was almost dusk when he returned to Tingquan Caolu, Gu Meng had already left, and he didn't know where he was drunk, Qin Mo saw an unsightly shoe with a heel that was stepped on outside the courtyard, and he didn't need to ask if it was an old handsome guy.

With a look of disgust, he raised his foot and kicked his shoes away.

The next day, he went to the river as usual to practice calligraphy.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

As the temperature rises, a fish or two appear in the creek from time to time, the largest of which is more than a foot long.

His eyes lit up, he ate green vegetables and radishes all day long, even if he put a few pieces of bacon, the taste was not very good, why didn't he expect that there were fish in the river, pure wild and pollution-free, take it to braise and steam, the taste must be good.

He returned to the cottage, took a sewing needle from the daily necessities he had bought, lit an oil lamp to burn the needle red, and bent it into a fishhook.

The hook is connected to the silk thread, and the bird feathers are made into floats, tied to the green bamboo cut from the back mountain, a fishing rod is quickly ready, and a few earthworms are dug for bait, and everything is ready.

Qin Mo had fished in his previous life, and in his own words, the fish he caught was not enough for the equipment, all because of the pollution of the water source in the later life, coupled with uncontrolled fishing, the number of wild fish in the river was less than that of the fishermen, and it was strange that he could catch them.

Maybe the fish in this river have not been caught, or maybe they don't know what earthworms are, a quarter of an hour has passed, and there are no fish to bite the hook, in the process, he lifted the hook more than once to check, for fear that the bait will be quietly eaten by a chicken thief's fish.

After a while, there was still no fish to take the bait, and his interest and patience were almost sharpened, so he used [using a pen as a knife] to cut out the sharp oblique tip of the tail of the fishing rod, pierced it into the soil on the shore, and began to practice calligraphy again.

When the sun is in the sky, it feels warm when it shines on people.

He was concentrating on practicing calligraphy, and he accidentally saw the float moving, so he subconsciously put down the bluestone slab, reached out and held the fishing rod and lifted it up, the fishing line was tight, and he was overjoyed with a force of gravity.

It was about to succeed, but the fish ran away and the bait on the hook was gone.

This was because the rod was lifted too late, Qin Mo regretted it, it was not difficult to judge from the weight just now, it was a big fish.

Although it failed, it at least proved that the fish could bite the hook, and it was one step closer to success.

Next, he practiced calligraphy while paying close attention to the floats on the water.

As a result, due to the distraction, the writing pen was much worse just now, and he had to concentrate on the bluestone slab, and he couldn't lift the fishing rod in time when there was a fish bite.

Towards noon, not a single fish was caught, and seeing that today's fish-eating plan was about to fail, he had to make a change.

Make a simple wooden frame, place the bluestone slab on it in an almost vertical state, write with a pen in your right hand, hold a fishing rod in your left hand, and also set it on the shelf, keeping the fishing line float and the bluestone slab in two points and one line, so that you can do both.

As soon as a few words were written, the float moved.

The first time he lifted the rod, a red-tailed carp more than a foot long was caught, because it was pure wild, and the scales shone golden in the sunlight.

Putting the fish in the basin that had been prepared long ago, he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

After a while, three fish were hooked one after another, and because he was immersed in the joy of catching a fish, he did not notice the slight changes that had occurred in the Wen Palace, and the Star of the Holy Dao emitted a little light, turning into a breeze to form a pair of very small twin whirls, only the size of a fingernail, revolving around the Star of Wen.

It was nearly noon, and he left the rod and bluestone slab, and loaded the three fish into the basket and went to the kitchen.

Three fish, one big and two small, he is going to stew the big fish, and the small fish is braised as a treat for himself.

In his previous life, Qin Mo was a complete foodie, extremely proficient in cooking, and liked to call three or five confidants to go out for a picnic, so he could quickly adapt to this old-fashioned earthen stove in the kitchen.

It's just that the earthen stove has been used for too long, and it is full of cracks, and it is also a little deformed, as if it will collapse at any time.

Clean up the two small fish, hang the batter and fry them in the oil pan, leave the bottom oil in the pot to fry the ginger and garlic, add water and put the fish to stew for a stick of incense, sprinkle the green onion out of the pot.

The stewed fish is even simpler, add water to the green onion and ginger pot and put the fish, and the tea can be out of the pot after the water is boiled.

Looking at the two kinds of fish with both color and flavor, people can't help but move their index fingers.

When he set the chopsticks, he said to himself, "Why didn't the handsome old guy come to eat today?"

"It's coming!" the handsome old man appeared behind him without any warning, and said while swallowing his saliva: "Eat fish today, it's better to come early than to come by chance, where did you get the fish?"

Qin Mo looked in the direction of the small river outside: "Fishing." ”

The handsome old man picked up the chopsticks and ate them, praising the taste while eating.

A moment later, without any accident, he got drunk and told the story of his year with his tongue wide open.

Fourteen years ago, he entered Beijing to participate in the examination as a lifter, and became a pre-examination tribute one month before the examination, plus he was proficient in the Zhou seal, Qin seal and the Six Kingdoms script, and also achieved certain results in the study of the Xia seal.

It stands to reason that a talent like him should be smooth sailing, and the general examination and the palace examination will be unimpeded all the way, and it is possible to win the name of the champion.

Unfortunately, Cai Jing's eldest son Cai You participated in the examination that year as an official, Cai You was already an official to Honglu Cheng at that time, and when he was young, he was friendly with Zhao Ji, the king of Duan, who had not yet ascended the throne, Zhao Ji appreciated him very much after becoming emperor, and there was Cai Jing, an officialdom predator behind his back, he clamored to take the first place in this year's examination, participate in the palace examination as a huiyuan, and rank among the top three.

Gu Meng became the biggest obstacle for Cai You to win the Huiyuan crown, Cai You used various means to suppress him, and finally threatened the lives of Gu Meng's family, not only forced him to withdraw from the examination, but also took the research results in Xia Seal as his own.

Driven by strong connections, Cai You really became Huiyuan, and then ranked in the top three in the palace examination.

Cai You relied on stealing the research results of Gu Meng for a while, and after obtaining the Jinshi civil title, he was worshiped by Emperor Zhao Ji as the secretary Lang, Jixian Hall and other positions, responsible for editing the very important book "The National Dynasty Meeting", and was promoted to the privy councillor within two years.

His strong rise directly cut off Gu Meng's path to continue to participate in the Wendao imperial examination.

Gu Meng completely lost confidence in the Wendao Imperial Examination, and after a few years of muddy days, he stayed in Xiayi County Wendao College as a teacher.

Regarding his tragic experience, Qin Mo gave an evaluation of: The gun shot the first bird!

In the final analysis, it was Gu Meng who was too flamboyant back then, if it wasn't for his arrogance, how could he be targeted by Cai You.

In fact, Cai You only won the title of Tanhua in the palace examination, which means that there are many people who are better than him in the same examination, and everyone can successfully participate in the examination, only Gu Meng was suppressed.

In one point, Qin Mo does a better job than the old handsome guy, he has always put calmness in the first place, and he went to Xunxianglou to buy a poem under the banner of Gu Meng, just for fear of being targeted.

In fact, his title of double-class boy is already very public.

The handsome old man left after he was full of wine and food, Qin Mo continued to practice calligraphy while fishing, since he could eat fresh fish every day, he decided to salt the excess and make dried fish.

By the time he found the twin whirls in the Wen Palace, they had gone from the size of a fingernail to the size of a copper coin.

Although he didn't know what the cyclone meant, he was still excited.

At dusk, there are a dozen fish in the basin, the smallest ones are more than half a foot, and the largest ones are close to one and a half feet.

If Xu Chengzhi and Yan Ming knew that he was living so nourishingly here, I don't know if they would vomit blood in anger.

After putting the fish in the kitchen, he returned to the main hall with a bluestone slab and a brush, ready to change into a coat, so as not to stain the children's clothes when he cleaned up the fish and dried fish.

He had just put on his long robe, and before he could fasten the button, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and it was Gu Meng, whose eyes were breathing fire.

"You were bitten by a dog?" he said dissatisfiedly, and the door made an overwhelmed sound after the kick he had just made, and it was in danger of falling at any moment.

Gu Meng stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, bared his teeth and asked, "If life is only as it was when I first saw it, I wrote it?"

Qin Mo chuckled in his heart, the poems sold to Xunxianglou yesterday reached his ears so quickly, this guy couldn't have gone to Qinglou, right...... It's impossible, that kind of place is not open in the afternoon, Gu Mengnai is a veteran of the flowers, he should know this common sense.

There was only one explanation, and the poem reached the academy at breakneck speed.

He took a deep breath and said seriously, "You wrote it." ”

Gu Meng gritted his teeth and asked, "Why don't I have any impression at all?"

"Yesterday you were drunk, and suddenly the poetry was booming, or the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone I prepared for you. He said with a wink, a look of sincerity.

Gu Meng shook his head: "I don't believe it, composing poetry is never an overnight thing, although wine can stimulate poetry, but at least it should be after having a draft, under the catalysis of fine wine to form verses, I have never thought about the content of this poem, how can it be made in a drunken state?"

Qin Mo pretended to think, raised his head after a long time, and said: "This just shows that you are talented, what are you suspecting? Could it be that you don't spend money to visit the Qinglou, Lao Langjun's reputation is for nothing, and those kiln sisters who have served you can't wait to beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers the next day, so you have to believe in your talent." ”

"Did I really write it?"

"It's true!"

"Am I so talented?"

"It's only eight buckets high!"

"Why am I so talented?" Gu Meng raised his head slightly, looked at the beam of the house at an angle of forty-five degrees, and made a look of being tall and widowed, and lonely and seeking defeat.

Qin Mo was so angry, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't beat him, he would have punched that handsome old face a long time ago.

Gu Meng's eyes tightened, and he suddenly asked again: "Why did you say that I was Lao Langjun just now?"

Qin Mo dragged him to the river, pointing to his reflection in the river by the afterglow of the sun, and then to the reflection of Gu Meng.

Gu Meng's handsome face turned green in an instant, he was born in the second year of Yuanfeng, and now he is thirty-nine years old, looking at his wrinkled old face, the word Lao Langjun is extremely appropriate.

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