"It's so lonely, this bastard, when did you become so literate?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up.

Wang Gou'er was completely dumbfounded, if Fang Cai's "Painting" is a first-class masterpiece, then this "Jiang Xue" is definitely a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages.

Just by reading through it, you can feel the loneliness in the poem.

It's just that this Yankee is too useless, so easily admit defeat!

This is also known as the four heroes of Wuzhong, it's a shame!

At this time, everyone was still immersed in the loneliness of tens of thousands of people, Gao Qi stood up, "The grass people are good at poetry and words, please teach King Wu!" ”

Zhu Jun said lightly: "Don't delay the time, fight quickly, this king has to rush back to take a nap!" ”

Gao Qi was displeased, but he didn't dare to despise it as before.

People who can make poems like "Jiang Xue" are vulgar.

As for the poem was bought by Zhu Jun, the literati was kicked in the head by a donkey, and sold such quatrains worth 10,000 gold to others?

With this poetic talent, he has long been famous all over the world.

Therefore, this must have been done by Zhu Jun himself, and it seems that the outside world's evaluation of King Wu is not true.

King Wu is arrogant, I am afraid that it is not just pure arrogance, if he can make such poems, I am afraid that he will not be more modest than King Wu.

"Then the grass people are welcome!" Gao Qi stepped forward, took the pen, dotted the ink, and did not drag the mud and water at all!

Everyone also came back to their senses from Fang Cai's 'Ten Thousand Loneliness' and looked at Gao Qi intently.

In the hundred-breath time, Gao Qi stopped writing, "Fishing words, please teach King Wu!" ”

Wei Guan stepped forward and recited aloud: "After the net sinks before the net rises, the couple is born to work in the water." Suddenly, the gravity of the net is difficult to pull, and the long fish are full of joy.

Do not teach to sell to Nanjin, and sacrifice to the god of water to the head of the river. May God be the master every year, and the whole family will sleep in the smoke and rain without anything.

Regardless of the high or low fish in the city, the wine is returned to Nong without complaining. ”

"Good words!" Zhang Yu couldn't help but stroke his palm, and then everyone praised him.

Gao Qi was an official for three years, and after living in seclusion in Qingqiu, he wrote poems that were mostly unfair to the peasants.

Just like this fishing song, it is really good, and it describes the couple fishing in the country very well.

Zhu Yu couldn't help nodding, this fishing song is really good.

I just don't know how Zhu Jun responds.

"Sixth brother, come on!" Zhu Zinc secretly cheered for Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun didn't talk nonsense, and went directly to write.

When everyone saw this, they were stunned again, don't you need to think about it?

When was it so easy to compose poetry?

Gao Qi couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, Zhu Jun's calm appearance made him a little nervous.

As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts, and in the past, literati had the hardest mouth, but today, Zhu Jun's indifferent and free appearance made him see the real wild scribe.

Were the scribes of thousands of years ago so arrogant?

Gao Qi's heart was very confused, and everyone also tiptoed to see Zhu Jun's masterpiece.

Yanki, who had already lost, stood cheekily and watched.

Every time Zhu Jun finished writing, his heart sank, and when Zhu Jun stopped writing, he closed his eyes in despair.

"Can't compare, can't compare!" Yanji said in despair.

Zhu Jun threw the pen away, "Poetry: "Guanjiamai", please advise!

Wei Guan couldn't understand why Yang Ji closed his eyes, but when he stepped forward and saw this poem, he understood why Yang Ji closed his eyes with a look of despair.

At this moment, he was indescribably shocked in his heart, happy that he could see such a poem, but what was desperate was that this kind of poem was actually written by Zhu Jun.

"Master Wei, don't be stunned, read it quickly!"

Everyone was anxious and urged.

Wei Guan sighed quietly, and then recited: "The Tian family has few idle months, and people are busy in May."

The south wind rose at night, and the wheat was covered with yellow.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp,

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the rustic, and the back is burning in the sky,

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

And there was a poor woman, with her child by her side,

The right hand holds the relic, and the left arm hangs the basket.

Listening to their words, those who hear it are sad.

The family land lost all the taxes, and they were hungry.

What merit do I have now, I have not been a farmer.

There are 50,000 stones, and there is surplus food in the year.

I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it. ”

The poem is very long, far longer than the fishing words.

Gao Qi writes about the fisherman, while Zhu Jun writes about the farmer.

Roughly speaking, there are few free months for farms, and people are busier when May comes.

During the night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covering the ridges was ripe and yellow.

The women carried the food in bamboo baskets and the children carried water in the pots, and followed each other to the fields to deliver food.

The men who harvested the wheat were all in Nangang.

Their feet were fumigated by the heat of the ground, and the scorching sun was basking on their spines.

Exhausted, as if not knowing that the weather is hot, just cherishing the long days of summer. And he saw a poor woman, standing beside the harvester with her child in her arms, picking up the lost ears of wheat in her right hand and a broken basket hanging from her left arm.

Listening to her look at others and talking, everyone who heard them felt sad for her.

Because of the rent and taxes, the family's fields have been sold, so they have to gather some ears of wheat to fill their hunger.

Now I have no merit and virtue, I have never been engaged in agricultural production.

He received a salary of 50,000 stone rice a year, and there was still surplus grain at the end of the year.

I feel ashamed to think of this, and I can't forget it all day long.

A poem that vividly writes the pity and sorrow of the peasants.

Especially those two sentences: "There are 50,000 stones in the Yuanlu, and there is surplus grain in the year." I am ashamed to remember this, and I will never forget it. ”

It makes people feel a sense of admiration for Zhu Jun.

If it were someone else, it might be pretend, but Zhu Jun had never bullied the people, on the contrary, he was notoriously good to the people, and the people who had received his favor were no less than tens of thousands.

In Fengyang, which common people don't say that King Wu is good?

That's what King Wu said, and that's what he did, which is convincing!

Zhu Yu read Zhu Jun's poem, and his face showed a look of relief, "Okay, it's really good!" ”

His younger brother has the heart of a bodhisattva and the means of vajra, which is really good.

Ma Dao has an average culture, and from the shocked expressions of others, it can be known that this poem is far better than the "Fishing Words".

Song Lian and the others were speechless, and they were all brought in by the artistic conception of Zhu Jun's poetry.

Gao Qi's eyes were even more complicated, he asked himself if he had the people in his heart, and compared with Zhu Jun today, he found that he was too narrow-minded.

"This poem may be comparable to your "Fishing Words"?" Zhu Jun asked lightly.

Gao Qi sighed, "His Royal Highness King Wu cares about the people, and the grass people are served!" ”

"Do you take it or do you throw it in?"

"Both convinced, but also admit defeat!" Gao Qi laughed at himself, "I have written poems all my life, but none of them are worthy of His Royal Highness's "Guanjiamai", and when I see it today, I know that I am sitting in the well and watching the sky, the talent of King Wu, Gao Qi is convinced!" ”

When the words fell, everyone was in an uproar!