"This boy is a little raw." Mr. Kong stared at Yinzi Dao.

Human face is born, but silver is not born.

Song Che said: "I am not a local, I have visited here today, I have seen the majesty of this attic, and I have seen the literati vying for the first place, so I want to give it a try." ”

Mr. Kong said: "Linjiang Pavilion was rebuilt and opened last month, and Lin'an Mansion issued an official document inviting Confucian students from all over the world to give it a preface. ”

Song Che frowned, and asked rhetorically: "Do you have to wear Confucian robes, hold paper fans, and wear hairpins to have good articles?" ”

Seeing that people were displeased, Mr. Kong hurriedly waved his hand, "That's not it, that's not it...... Anyway, Childe is not short of money, so it doesn't hurt to give it a try. As he spoke, he picked out a large picture scroll and handed it to Song Che with a big brush.

"What if my order is chosen?" Song Che asked again.

Mr. Kong said with a smile: "If this is the case, the prince will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, and will be invited to Lin'an Mansion as the chief staff, and besides, your preface and name will be engraved on the inscription, which will be passed down through the ages with the Linjiang Pavilion." ”

Song Che said "very good", holding the pen and paper, he picked a secluded place in the pavilion, opened the white paper to draw a scroll, and began to write silently.

Of course, he is not a literati, but he is 'familiar with 300 Tang poems, and he can't compose poems and can chant', and Daliang is an unconventional dynasty, without Li Du Sansu, it is not a big problem to learn from it.

If you ask the most preface to the pavilion, there are two articles from ancient times to the present, one is the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", and the other is "The Story of Yueyang Tower", these two ancient texts Song Che has been deeply touched since he was a child, if he can't memorize them well, this hand will ask the Chinese teacher to open the flowers.

Song Che drew on "The Story of Yueyang Tower" and wrote a "Preface to Linjiang Pavilion" for this pavilion.

Of course, Song Che's introduction to the attic is by no means a dance and writing, promotion and fortune.

Fan Gong, Fan Zhongyan is the same, otherwise how can there be a quatrain of "the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world"?

Nowadays, the country's internal and external troubles are like a building about to collapse, and then look at these literati and dignitaries, which one is willing to think of the family, the country, the monarch, and the society? Including Song Che himself, he can't be so selfless.

Therefore, this "Linjiang Pavilion Preface", not for anything else, only wishes to open the chaos of the world, to arouse the determination of the nation, even if three or two people of insight encourage each other, it is also the luck of the country.

Song Che wrote the book, but he didn't get the money and stamp, this is copied, he really doesn't deserve it. After rolling up the drawing paper, he returned to the desk and handed it to Mr. Kong: "Mr. Lao Fu will help me hang it, and it should be facing the gate, so that people can see it as soon as they come in." ”

Mr. Kong said: "If the order is scolded and not recognized, I will withdraw from the list." ”

Song Che said: "That's nature. ”

At this time, Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao also had enough of the scenery and went downstairs, Song Che didn't want to be too eye-catching, and then left Linjiang Pavilion.

Soon after Song Che left, a middle-aged man in a brown robe stepped into the pavilion, about forty years old, with a mustache, a very great appearance, and full of majesty; Behind him was a young man in black, eight feet tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Tall man—"

"Huh?" The middle-aged man gave the young man in black a look.

The young man in black hurriedly changed his words, "Master Gao......" He glanced at Mr. Kong in the hall again, and said in a low voice: "There are guests from Lin'an Mansion." ”

"It's okay, I'm just here to shop." The middle-aged man walked into the pavilion, but deliberately bypassed the hall.

The middle-aged man looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, turned around at the bottom of the building, and shook his head a little disappointed, "It is said that there are many talented people in Jiangnan, but when I see it today, it is nothing more than that." ”

The young man in black said softly: "A small corner of Hangzhou, can't catch up with the eastern capital." ”

"That's it, there's nothing to appreciate in this building, let's go." The middle-aged man was about to walk out the door, when a picture scroll slipped from the roof of the building, because it was big enough and magnificent, attracting the attention of many people.

"This is the work of a rich boy who is idle, and gentlemen should have fun watching it, and I will withdraw it from time to time."

Mr. Kong thought that after saying this, the Confucian scholars would dissipate their interest, but who expected that they would gather more and more, and even become intoxicated.

“…… Dengslou also, there are people who go to the country to cherish their hometown, and they are worried and ridiculed...... Dengslou is also relaxed, pampered and forgotten...... Wonderful! Wonderful! ”

Look at this sentence again, don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself, worry about the people when you live in the temple, and worry about the king when you are far away from the rivers and lakes...... My generation of scholars, as it should be! ”

"The last quatrain, 'the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world', which virtuous scholar made it? Who is it! Who is it! Come and call the late life worship worship! ”

"You see, this preface has not been signed to leave a name, it can be seen that the Coats is not good for fame and fortune, and he is really a model for the literati in the world.

Among the spectators, only the middle-aged man has deep feelings.

"Master, why do you have tears in your eyes?" The young man in black was puzzled.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, and only sighed: "I just talked about the lack of talent in Jiangnan, and when I looked at this order, I realized that my vision was low." ”

All the Confucian scholars are asking about the origin of this order.

Mr. Kong was confused, "I don't know, I just remember that the man was in his twenties, wearing a splendid cloud robe, jade and jade belt, he didn't look like a scholar, more like a rich son, he said that he was in the local area, oh...... By the way, he also has two wives, who are so beautiful, and they have just been gone for less than two quarters of an hour! ”

"The person who can do this order is definitely not a layman, Shi Ke, you hurry up and chase him out, and if you find it, you must invite him to see me!" The middle-aged man solemnly advised.

The young man in black answered yes and rushed out of the Linjiang Pavilion quickly.

……

At this moment, Song Che and the others had left Qiantang Bay and turned back to the West Lake.

Before the night came, the lights were on. In the afterglow of the mid-evening evening, when the lights are dim, the Goolan Tile House on the edge of the West Lake has been opened!

This kind of place can be regarded as the largest entertainment place in ancient times, and Suzhou City also has it, but it is far less prosperous than the capital Hangzhou, singing and dancing, opera, acrobatics, eating, drinking, playing, all night long, dazzling.

As soon as Vasher opened, it was already crowded.

There are many people in the downtown area, so Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao specially changed into men's clothes and stuffed the money bag into their arms, so that they were not afraid of pickpocketing and rubbing oil.

"Dangdangdang......"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a brother of the Tong family who passed through your land from the north and came to ask for a livelihood, if you play well later, you will reward the two eldest sons to give our brothers a dumpling, if you don't play well, and your eyes are dirty, the two brothers are here to apologize to you first!"

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, they are brothers but definitely not brothers, two men with northern accents, hand in hand and bow to the masses.

Song Che hugged Shen Wenjun with his left hand and Zhou Yazhao with his right hand, and only after squeezing from the crowd to the front row did he lose his strength to eat.

"What are you going to perform?" Shen Wenjun asked expectantly.

The short man smiled and pointed to the strong man on the side: "My brother has studied art in Zhongnan Mountain since he was a child, and he has practiced a body of steel and iron bones, walking on the knife mountain, going down to the sea of fire, rolling nail beds, turning sand with iron palms, gravel on the chest, tongue wrapped in blades, and swallowing silver needles in the mouth...... That's mastery! ”

Jiangnan people are as tender as water, where have you ever seen all this ruthless work? Gradually, the number of people who heard the news and rushed to observe was neither five hundred nor less than three hundred!