The book club that Su Yanming said is called the Nine Courtyards Poetry Club.

As the name suggests, it is a poetry club jointly organized by the nine academies of these two Zhejiang roads.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the academies in Jiangnan were far less famous than those in later generations, and in terms of the number of champions, the two Zhejiang regions in the south of the Yangtze River were far inferior to those in the Central Plains.

It was not until the two emperors returned that the capital was moved from Bianliang to Lin'an, so that the literary style of the two Zhejiang regions gradually became the mainstream.

Although these nine academies are very famous academies in Liangzhejiang Road, they can't add up to a champion.

Although the bureaucrats from Jiangnan in the DPRK and China had the heart to help, they were helpless.

The time of the poetry meeting is set on the day of the young age, and there are still more than ten days before the poetry meeting begins.

In the past ten days, Xu Hanliang's life has been quite leisurely.

In the morning, I went to the academy and played chess with Fan Lao.

At the beginning, there were quite a few students who watched the two play chess.

But as the days passed, fewer and fewer students watched the game.

After all, it's not interesting to know a winning or losing game without having to watch it.

When Xu Hanliang was playing chess, he also brought pen and paper to the academy.

A copy of "The Legend of the West Chamber" has been written in a few days, and it has been almost written.

Although some students wanted to see what Xu Hanliang wrote, every time this happened, Xu Hanliang would stop writing to cover up.

If it is known, he is a big man writing gentle romance novels here, and Rao is Xu Hanliang's cheekiness can't stand it.

For Fan Lao, Xu Hanliang didn't bother his face too much.

Every day, the last handful will cleverly pass the layout and lose to one or two on the opposite side.

Although Xu Hanliang wanted to save face for Fan Lao, he was too deliberate.

"Old Fan, I've given you advice."

Xu Hanliang said with a smile while sorting out the written manuscript.

"Little traitor, if you enter the court, you will definitely be a scourge in the future."

Fan Lao looked at Xu Hanliang and said viciously.

"Old Fan, I'm a little showman, it is estimated that you won't be able to enter the court at your age, so don't worry."

Xu Hanliang chuckled and quipped.

"I think if you can't enter the court, maybe you'll enter the Liangshanbo and become the thief."

Fan Lao snorted coldly again and said through gritted teeth.

"Liang Shanbo? It's not bad, Zhao'an is a good business. ”

Xu Hanliang raised his eyebrows and whispered.

At this time, most of the students had dispersed, and only Fan Lao was left, and Xu Hanliang was bold.

These days, in addition to playing chess, Xu Hanliang also casually talked about current affairs with Fan Lao.

Unlike himself, who is closed to news, Fan Lao's news is very large.

What happened in Bianliang the day before, it will come out of his mouth the next day.

In Fan Lao's mouth, Xu Hanliang also learned that Liang Shanbo had gathered a group of thieves, but he only occupied the mountain as the king, and he did not dare to say anything against it.

And the reason for this is that the "reformist" Cai Jing set up the Xicheng Kuotian Office, collected all the water and land in Liangshan, and looted the people's fat and ointment, resulting in the fishermen and mountain people there really have nothing to rely on.

When it comes to Cai Jing, Fan Lao's mouth is full of foul language, and his appearance is completely different from that on weekdays.

Xu Hanliang didn't want to interject, but just listened to Fan Lao's complaints.

Fan Lao was also a member of the reformist faction in the DPRK, and Cai Jing also belonged to the reformist faction.

But because Cai Jing's various reform methods are all for his own wealth and make the people's livelihood miserable, Fan Lao Cai targeted Cai Jing everywhere.

In Fan Lao's mouth, a sentence will come out from time to time, the reformers have no one to raise the flag.

After coming out of the academy, Xu Hanliang took the manuscript and embarked on the way home.

A few days ago, Su Yanming had given Xu Hanliang a place in the poetry club.

Xu Hanliang is still a little interested in participating in the poetry meeting, and now participating in the poetry meeting is like opening a blind box, who knows if he will meet any famous people in history.

Maybe it's because the New Year is approaching, and the streets are still quite lively.

Vendors come and go, carrying all kinds of goods, and shouting on the streets.

The dazzling array of goods made Xu Hanliang also think that he should buy New Year's goods.

As soon as I walked outside the courtyard, I could hear the sound of an argument coming from inside the door.

Xu Hanliang was slightly stunned and quickened his pace.

Inside the door, the young lady was being grabbed by a young man at the moment, with a panicked expression.

And next to the young man, there were two family members, who seemed to be unkind.

"Hou Gongzi, what are you doing here?"

Xu Hanliang's face instantly became gloomy, and he walked to the side of the child.

The young man let go of his hand when he heard someone speak.

"Who shall I be? It turned out to be the son of a sinner. ”

The young man smiled coldly, and slapped the folding fan in his hand, with a look of disdain.

Seeing that the man let go of his hand, the young lady hurriedly ran behind Xu Hanliang and grabbed the corner of Xu Hanliang's clothes.

Sensing the slightly trembling body of the childish girl, Xu Hanliang was even more angry, but his expression was still indifferent.

"Hou Gongzi is not in Wu County, what are you doing in Changshu?"

Xu Hanliang put the manuscript in his hand on the stone table next to him and rolled up his sleeves.

After these days of exercise, Xu Hanliang already has some muscles in his hands.

Although he can't compare to the kind of person who exercises every day, he is not a weak scholar.

"You don't know when you say it, this son came to participate in the Nine Academies Poetry Meeting."

Saying this, Hou Gongzi held his head high and commanded.

This Hou Gongzi is the son of the county commander of Wu County, and Zhou Heng can be said to be the same dog, and the relationship between the two is very good.

His reputation is not good in Wu County, but in the year of the weak crown, he already has a wife and two concubines.

At the beginning, he fell in love with Zhiniang and wanted to buy Zhiniang from Xu Hanliang, but he flatly refused.

Hou Gongzi likes the new and hates the old, and it is said that he often beats his wife and concubine all over his body.

Because of this incident, Hou Gongzi gradually held a grudge against Xu Hanliang.

But Xu Hanliang didn't expect that the other party would come to the door first.

Needless to say, the address must have been told to him by Zhou Heng.

"Then Hou Gongzi is really powerful, but now your trespass on the private house seems to have nothing to do with the Poetry Club, right?"

Xu Hanliang snorted lightly and said coldly.

Hou Gongzi didn't realize the meaning of Xu Hanliang's words: "I said it bluntly, now I have seen your situation, I wanted to spend ten taels to buy your servant, but now your handmaid is only worth ten taels, what do you think?" ”

"According to the laws of the Great Song Dynasty, anyone who trespasses into a private house without a reason will have a cane of twenty, and Hou Gongzi, as the son of the county order, should not know it, do you want me to send it to you?"

Xu Hanliang's words were full of coldness, and he didn't give Hou Gongzi face at all.

Hou Gongzi, who was still proud, had a fat face: "Xu Hanliang, you have to think about it, after this village, there will be no such shop, if you don't sell this maidservant, can you pass this winter?" ”

"If you say more, I'll report to the official."

Xu Hanliang repeated it again.

Now it is still a peaceful and prosperous era, and the laws of the Great Song Dynasty are still binding.

Hou Gongzi's sleeves flicked: "I want to see how long you can last!" ”