Seeing everyone's expressions, the faces of the two were hot, they looked at each other, and their hearts were horizontal, Hou Dong took the lead and said: "If you win, we will also shout three times, I am a waste straw bale!" ”

"That's right, I should go down too, if you have the ability, let us lose ......" Zheng Ming also followed.

Anyway, they think that Yun Ze, a waste straw bag, will definitely not be able to get the first place.

Luo Qingcen sighed and said, "Then the poetry will begin...... You can think for yourself, and you can also communicate with ...... Half an hour! ”

With her voice, the poetry meeting officially began, and everyone looked different, including thinkers, communicators, and writers.

Only Yun Ze is still painting, and he seems to have forgotten to make a bet with Zheng Ming and Hou Dong.

Everyone couldn't help but feel anxious for him, Luo Qingcen wanted to speak several times, but he still endured it.

It was the woman waiting for the painting in front of Yun Ze who said curiously: "Yun Gongzi, aren't you going to compose a poem!" Or...... We'll compose the poem first, and then we'll draw ...... when you're done."

When the people around heard this, they all looked at Yun Ze curiously.

This guy can still draw so calmly. He's not afraid to lose!

"There's no hurry, it's just a poem, and it can be done with a snap of your fingers...... Why waste my money-making time...... Let them come first, I'll ...... last" Yun Ze smiled and shook his head.

Just kidding, painting one more picture now, but it is an extra twenty taels, taking advantage of this time, not making more money, and what to pay off debts.

It's just that as soon as he said this, everyone looked at him in astonishment, their eyes were strange, and they didn't know what to say about Yun Ze for a while.

How does this guy feel so unreliable, and he likes to brag so much, and it's just a poem, which can be completed with a snap of his fingers, this, they all want to beat Yunze.

Luo Qingcen sighed and shook his head. This guy is really a money fan, and most importantly, he's still a megalomaniac!

She didn't bother to say anything, she had done what she had to do. Write poetry, she can't help!

When Hou Dong and Zheng Ming heard this, the ridicule on the corner of their mouth became a little thicker, and their faces were full of pride.

It's better if Yun Ze doesn't write poems, and later, they will see how Yun Ze ends.

In this way, others are meditating, but Yun Ze is calmly painting. He drew a few points faster, and in half an hour, he painted three more.

At this time, everyone began to hand over the poems to Luo Qingcen.

Zheng Ming and Hou Dong looked at Yun Ze, as if asking him to hand over the manuscript.

Yun Ze looked at Luo Qingcen and waved the charcoal branch in his hand.

"I'm busy right now, I don't have time, you start first, I'll ...... last. When the time comes, the manuscript will give you ......"

As soon as he said this, everyone present was stunned again.

It's okay to be special, everyone has delivered the manuscript, but this guy hasn't written the poem yet.

Others write poems, he paints, and now he submits a manuscript to comment on poems, and he is still painting. It's a lot of money to think about it.

Didn't he know he had a gambling contract?!

Everyone couldn't figure out what Yun Ze wanted to do. The sympathy in my heart is a little more, according to Yunze's continued work, I am afraid that this person will be lost later.

When Zheng Ming saw this, he opened his mouth and wanted to taunt Yun Ze a few words. It's just that as soon as he opened his mouth, Hou Dong interrupted.

"Don't worry, anyway, in the end, whether he can get the poem manuscript or not, he has to admit defeat...... Just wait......"

When Zheng Ming heard this, he endured the anger in his heart and looked at Yun Ze with a mocking face.

Luo Qingcen looked at Yun Ze, who was painting seriously, and shook his head unconsciously.

It was the first time she had seen such a strange person.

In my eyes, there seems to be nothing else but making money.

Sighing, she asked the assistant next to her to start reciting the poem, and then asked everyone present to comment.

After the poems have been unanimously commented on by everyone, they will be ranked. This is the process of the poetry meeting.

With the beginning of the evaluation, the first poem with the theme of spring is mediocre, and there is a bit of limerick poetry.

The people around him didn't say anything unpleasant, but they didn't give too high a rating.

That is, it is average, not excellent. The level is ok for these comments.

Then, it's the second and third...... The poems of nearly 100 people, an average of about one minute and a half. It took an hour and a half to take a look.

Yun Ze painted seven more paintings during this time. Together with the six paintings before and Luo Qingcen's one, it adds up to fourteen paintings. After a poetry meeting, he earned two hundred and eighty taels.

As long as you draw another one, you can earn a full three hundred taels.

But at this time, he had to stop writing, because he was afraid that time was not enough, and now he was commenting on Zheng Ming's poems, and the next was Hou Dong's poems of the first talent. In the end, it was his turn.

The face of a young lady who had just arrived in front of her was full of disappointment, but she was also very helpless. can only find another opportunity to let Yun Ze paint for himself.

At this time, Zheng Ming's poems had already been read.

It's a little better than others.

The people around him let out bursts of admiration, and most of them followed a burst of sycophants to Zheng Ming.

"Good poetry...... It is worthy of the two talents of our poetry club, and this poem is definitely a good product......"

"Yes, Brother Zheng is indeed excellent in learning, why can't I write such a good poem."

Everyone's sycophants made Zheng Ming feel comfortable for a while, he turned his head to look at Yun Ze proudly, his face was full of pride, and he hooked the corners of his mouth with disdain for Yun Ze.

Zheng Ming's poems were temporarily rated as the first by everyone at this time, and the one who was originally rated as the first was pressed down.

Yun Ze watched all this quietly, his face was full of playfulness, Zheng Ming's poems were better than limerick poems, but they were too ordinary, there was nothing amazing, and they could only be said to be able to pass the test.

Zheng Ming is not exactly a straw bag, at least compared to the others present, it is still a little inky.

Next is Hou Dong, because he is the first talent, therefore, his poems are placed at the end for everyone to taste. Everyone was expecting a lot from him.

Hou Dong's face also looked confident and complacent, he glanced at Yun Ze, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

"Spring returns to the earth, all things are Su, and the sun is ambiguous and the thousand peaks of Shenzhou are beautiful......" The person who recited the poem read Hou Dong's verses, compared to Zheng Ming's poems, Hou Dong's is indeed better.

Everyone's eyes suddenly showed a look of amazement, worthy of being the first talent in Danyang. The poems you write are different. This poem is definitely the best work of tonight's poetry meeting.

After the poem was recited, the surrounding sycophants were even more loud one after another.

"Good...... is worthy of being the first talent in Danyang, the shot is extraordinary, Brother Hou's poem is definitely the first in tonight's poetry meeting......"

"Yes, such a masterpiece will be immortal, and my brother will be talented."

Most of the sycophants were people who were good friends with Hou Dong and Zheng Ming, and they looked at Yun Ze playfully and playfully while filming. That means Yun Ze is losing tonight.