It's a pity that at this time, no one can understand his eyes.

They didn't expect this teenager to be so extraordinary.

None of the students in the cottage questioned Mr. Tang's proposal, but the spectators outside couldn't stand it.

"How can there be such a thing? Look at the students in their school! There are students in their twenties, and there are students in their thirties, even the youngest students are in their teens, and the other party is only seven or eight years old, isn't it too bullying? ”

"yes, that's too bullying, isn't it? Can this foundation be the same? Let the family participate in the poetry meeting! ”

"How? To put it mildly, even if you win, it is not a victory! Have the ability, they Changfeng Academy also pull a seven or eight-year-old child to compare with others? ”

……

The spectators were upset about the mirror.

The students in the grass hall looked at each other, their faces were a little unbearable, they looked at Mr. Tang, and asked for his opinion with their eyes.

But Mr. Tang turned a blind eye and stroked his beard with his hand leisurely.

He is not afraid of being condemned!

He was meant to make money!

If you rob someone else's student, are you still afraid of being condemned?

I'm afraid I won't do it!

"It's autumn now, there are autumn geese flying south in the sky, limited to the time of a stick of incense, please give full play to the students, write a poem with the theme of autumn geese! This little boy, as long as you can beat any of us, we will count you as a winner! Mr. Tang touched his beard, raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile.

He thought to himself that he was only seven years old, and he must have just learned to write poetry.

What kind of poems can you make?

It would be nice to be able to rhyme!

He thought that he had the chance to win and could accept this mountain of gold.

He gave up his set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to the Taijing.

The scholar lit a stick of incense.

Fight poetry begins!

Some students stood still and thought quietly.

Some students paced back and forth in the thatched hall.

Some students looked at the wild chrysanthemums scattered all over the mountains and began to meditate.

……

Everyone racked their brains.

Everyone wants to get a good ranking and get praise from Mr.

Among these people, only Yutai Jing had a calm face.

He walked to Mr. Tang's desk, dipped his brush in ink, spread out a piece of clean rice paper, and wrote on the paper without adding dots.

He finished writing a poem in no time.

It's like flowing water.

He put the brush on the pen holder and returned to Mr. Chen and Xiao Yuanbao.

Xiao Yuanbao immediately asked, "Senior Brother Tangtai, how are you doing?" ”

Her voice was crisp and sweet, attracting everyone's attention.

Xiao Yuanbao realized that she seemed to have interrupted everyone's writing thoughts, and she immediately covered her small mouth with her small hands, and her big eyes were full of apologies.

It looks so cute.

After a while, she stood on tiptoe, lay on the shoulder of the Tangtai mirror, covered her hand next to his ear, and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Tangtai, how did you play?" ”

"It's okay." The mirror hung down slightly, and the eyelashes nodded.

"Can you get a good ranking then?" The little ingots became excited, and his voice was a little louder.

"Yes." The mirror nodded.

Seeing her so happy, he was also a little happy.

"Senior Brother Shantai, you are too powerful, you are the most powerful person in the world!" Little Ingot said admiringly.

The mirror slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and thought to himself, today's weather is really good.

The fragrance of wild chrysanthemum is also exceptionally fresh and pleasant.

The voices of the two of them were not loud, but the needles in the cottage could be heard, and the spectators outside the cottage did not disturb them, and the conversation between the two of them could be heard by the people nearby.

There were seven or eight students around here, and they listened to the conversation between the two of them clearly, and they thought to themselves, you are only seven or eight years old, and it depends on you?

It's a shame!

Undoubtedly the frog at the bottom of the well!

In a moment you will know how wrong you are!

No! You'll know in a moment how stupid you are!

Although the students who were a little farther away from the class didn't hear what they were talking about, looking at the confident expression of the stage, they also felt that this kid was probably saying something self-righteous!

In less than an hour before and after the tea, he wrote a poem, what kind of poem can this be?

Good poems take a long time to scrutinize!

Every sentence needs to be carefully considered!

Your posture is very perfunctory and sloppy at first glance!

Not to mention that you're only seven or eight years old!

If you can write any great poems, we'll screw your head off!

After the half-burnt incense hour had passed, the second student wrote a poem.

This student's grades in Changfeng Academy are very good, and his poetry writing level is also first-class.

At the beginning of the year, during the Lantern Festival, the prefectural magistrate held a poetry contest, and this student went to participate in the competition and won the first place!

For a time, he became famous.

He was given a beautiful lantern with words personally mentioned by the prefectural magistrate.

The county magistrate once patted him on the shoulder and said to everyone: "He is talented at a young age, and this kid has a bright future in the future!" ”

He suddenly became even more proud.

Because of his extraordinary talent, he was held and let go everywhere.

As he put the brush in his hand on the pen holder, everyone looked up at him with envy in their eyes.

He lifted his chin slightly, a little arrogant, and then put his hand behind his back.

After a while, the other students put down their pens one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the hour of a stick of incense has arrived.

There are a total of forty students in the thatched hall from the Changfeng Academy.

When a stick of incense burned out, there were still seven or eight students, and they hadn't come up with it yet.

All they had on their table was a blank sheet of paper.

Mr. Tang walked forward from the last side, reading the poems on the table as he went.

"This one does."

"This one is okay."

"It's okay, but it needs a lot more work."

……

Finally, he walked in front of the student who had been commended by the prefectural magistrate.

This is the one he is most looking forward to.

This work did not disappoint him.

Mr. Tang has seen his works on the Lantern Festival, and he now feels that the poem he made at the moment is ten times better than the poem he made on the day of the Lantern Festival!

It's steady, it's steady, this wave is steady.

After all, he's in charge.

Nothing happened to me.

What's more, his proud protégé is still so competitive.

"Good, good, very good!" Mr. Tang said three good words in a row, "I think you must be the first in the audience!" Mr. Chen, the ink on this has already dried up, why don't you come over and take a look? ”

He meant to show off.

Old Mr. Chen didn't take his show-off to heart, but just nodded: "Since it was made by your proud protégé, then I must take a good look." ”