All the eyes of the county government hall were focused on Zhou Dagu, and as he took a deep breath, many people also followed him to take a deep breath.

As he looked up, many of them tilted their heads back.

Zhou Dagu shook his pen three times, and still put it on the pen holder.

Zhang Zhushu was complicated: "Why, can't you write it?" ”

Wang Yuanwai smiled, his little eyes were full of sinisterness: "If you can't write it, forget it, you are my brother-in-law, and no one will say you, quickly retreat, don't lose the face of my dead father-in-law and mother-in-law again!" ”

Zhou Dagu smiled: "Writing poetry is easy for me, but I don't know what the poem is about in the early spring poetry meeting?" ”

Qiao Xiancheng smiled: "The early spring poetry meeting is naturally based on the theme of early spring!" ”

"Ao, that just now, the poem 'I eat goose in the morning and love to eat chicken in the evening' is also related to early spring?"

Wang Yuanwai nodded: "This is nature, I ......"

"Shut up, my inspiration is coming, Xiu wants to interrupt my inspiration!"

Wang Yuanwai held his identity and did not argue with Zhou Dagu, but he was looked down upon several times, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed and angry: "Boy, you don't have to be big!" ”

"Shut up!" Wang Yuan looked outside, but found that it was Zhang Zhushu who spoke this time, and he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Master Zhang stood up from his seat and stared at the paper in front of Zhou Dagu tightly.

The paper is not white, and the paper that was not seen by him before is now like a treasure.

On top of the yellowed paper, a thin layer of golden light rose.

Zhu Fuzi sat firmly behind the long table, and calculated for a while how to protect the reputation of his students.

Suddenly his face was splashed with wine, and he looked up to see Qiao Xiancheng standing up straight, looking at Zhou Dagu with straight eyes.

"This?" Zhu Fuzi followed his gaze and looked incredulously.

"A sentence of talent? How can it be! He didn't care about his manners, got up from his seat, and stood behind Zhou Dagu, he was Zhou Dagu's teacher, and he was the most qualified person to do so at this moment.

Zhu Fuzi lowered his head and read out a poem on the paper: "The light rain on the long street is as moist as a crisp." ”

Write it down!

I only saw the change of talent, and it was condensed in the inner hall.

Zhang Zhushu didn't care about his identity at all, and staggered forward.

The talent surrounded him, and his eyes followed the talent, but the talent did not stop, and flew straight towards the back wall of the lobby.

Talent fell on the wall, and the wall suddenly became transparent.

The layout of the county office, the entrance is the lobby, and the mirror of the book in the hall is hanging.

Behind the hall is the inner hall, and this banquet, Master Zhang originally planned to take the opportunity to talk about things, so he chose to hold it in the inner hall.

Who knows, Zhou Dagu's poem actually broke through the barrier between the two halls.

The squires and gentlemen in the inner hall followed the transparent talent and saw the scenery outside the county government clearly.

Outside the county office, I don't know when it will rain lightly, and people only care about fighting for power and profit, completely forgetting the beauty of nature.

Small raindrops, born in the sky and falling on the ground, are their whole lives.

It was raining heavily, and there was grass swaying in the rain.

Qiao Xiancheng looked at it, remembered home, and remembered that there was also such a bluestone road at the door of his house, but that road was not as long as the county yamen, nor as wide as the county yamen.

The teenager's family is poor, his family lives far away, and his parents make a living by pulling carts, so as to make it easier for his parents to work.

When he came home from the academy, he went to the mountains to find some bluestones and paved a path in front of his house.

The path is rugged, but it is the greatest comfort for my parents when I was young.

Now......

The teenager is old, he is considered successful in reading, and his parents are old, but he doesn't know if he is healthy?

Qiao Xiancheng looked at the grass swaying at the door, and unconsciously stepped forward, but found that he couldn't see the grass color, and Zhu Fuzi's voice came from his ears.

He reads: "The grass is far away but there is none!" ”

In a trance, Qiao Xiancheng couldn't see the bluestone road at the door of his house, only saw the long stone street in front of the county office, and saw the Cai County gentry in front of him clearly.

He leaned back on the long table and sighed softly: "It's so tiring to grow up!" ”

Zhang Zhushu's eyes were in a trance, he didn't know what to remember, he was woken up by Zhu Fuzi's voice, and when he lowered his head, his talent had grown to a foot.

Master Zhang's hands began to tremble: "One foot of talent, poetry is out of the county!" ”

Poems: out of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo.

Out of the county a poem, a foot of talent.

Dafu is a poem, talent affects reality, and the temple of literature is shaken.

Mingzhou poems, the long bell of the state Confucian Temple rang.

Zhenguo poems, the Wenwen bell of the Guowen Temple vibrates.

Zhang Zhushu was eager to step forward and look at the poems written by Zhou Dagu, he was not very old, but in the officialdom, he was no longer young.

He didn't deal with the county order, because the county order brought by the county order robbed him of the position of the county commander that the previous county order promised to leave him.

But now that the three-year period has arrived, the term of office of the county magistrate has expired, and he is about to leave Cai County.

He originally wanted to work up and down, and earn the position of the county leader again, if he had the merit of education, he was afraid that the position of the county city would be stable!

Zhang Zhushu thought of something, and unconsciously took a step back, he is also a reader, a reader of the four grades and two realms, he is not talented, he can only work hard.

He wrote about the way of poetry, but he never let people look at what he wrote for the sake of face.

He turned his head abruptly and looked at the wall: "Long street, grass!" ”

"It's a vision!" He held the king beside him with his hand, one foot off the ground, and his clever brain occupied the high ground again.

"Out of ...... Go out...... County...... Poetry, how can there be a vision! He looked up at his nemesis, Qiao Xiancheng, only to find that he was also looking at himself with dilated pupils.

Qiao Xiancheng spoke: "Da ......"

"Shh......h Hush! Master Zhang didn't dare to speak out loud, for fear of alarming Zhou Dagu.

The little people just now have become the hearts and minds of these big people, stars in the sky.

Zhou Da looked at his font, he was really a little embarrassed, he had practiced calligraphy in his previous life.

But it is precisely because of the skills he has practiced, the traces on his soul, and the muscle memory of this life that his words look nondescript.

He glued the ink and put pen to paper again: "The most good thing is the spring of the year!" ”

The talent on the paper rose again, and the poems weighed a hundred pounds, and the small table couldn't withstand the weight.

After all, Zhu Fuzi was a person who had seen a big scene, so he hurriedly squatted down and held on to the table.

Zhou Dagu saw someone beside him, suddenly startled, and was about to speak.

A strange smile appeared on Zhu Fuzi's face: "Good! Don't stop! Done! ”

Zhou Dagu nodded, and took a breath of pen and ink.

Write a poem!

"Win the Imperial Capital of Smoke and Willows!"

Suddenly, the paper weighed thousands of pounds, the small desk couldn't hold it, and before the paper hit the ground, it was picked up by Zhu Fuzi.

Talent flies two feet high, and poetry becomes a mansion.

There was a spring breeze flying out of the talent, and everyone in the inner hall felt warm on their faces.

Even the old man who lost his teeth had a weird smile on his face, looking at Wang Ba in front of him, thinking of his lost youth.

Zhou Dagu walked to Qiao Xiancheng's table, picked up the wine that no one had drunk and drank it all, and he was very satisfied.

Others write poems, maybe they want to Mingzhou Zhenguo.

But for a score-controlling scholar like him, who has 300 Tang and Song poems, this score is just satisfying.

For the first time, it is really outstanding in front of everyone, and it should not be too sharp, but the weight of the county poems is too light, and the weight of Dafu poems is just right.

Qiao Xiancheng was still in shock, and suddenly saw a hand stretched out in front of him, Zhou Dagu smiled at him and took away the gold in front of him, Qiao Xiancheng nodded, there is a vision of heaven and earth to testify, today's poetry will definitely not have outstanding poems.

Master Zhang's face was gloomy, he had heard about Wang Yuanwai's affair with Zhou Dagu, and he thought that he was going to kill an unimportant little guy, but now this little guy is too important to himself.

Looking at Wang Yuan, who was holding him with an ominous smile, the expression on Master Zhang's face changed again and again.

The brother's marriage is important, or is his own promotion important, he is embarrassed by a thought!

Zhu Fuzi held the poem and read it again and again, quite strange: "Da Gu, this poem has both the meaning of early spring and the sense of twilight, when you wrote the poem, what were you thinking in your heart?" ”

He reads the beauty of early spring from the poems, and the release after the cold winter, and always feels strange and uncertain.

He asked sincerely, and some people, but not so.

When Wang Yuanwai put down his pen in Zhou Dagu, his face was slowly gloomy, and at this moment, he was even more angry when he saw his poems become a mansion.

If so, let this kid have prestige, how will I handle him in the future?

If you can't handle him well, how can you move his sister.

You know, what we want is not only the body of this little lady, but more importantly, her life that is incomparably compatible with herself, and it is her life.

Otherwise, how could he bother to cause Zhou Dagu's mother's family to die in prison.

Wang Yuanwai patted his stomach and followed Zhu Fuzi's words, distorting his meaning: "That's right! Uncle, you used to be just a child of a military family who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, why did you suddenly have such a poetic talent and write this poem about Dafu? ”

"It's not us who provoke trouble, I'm thinking about you, so I asked, this poem can't be written by yourself!" He looked up at Zhu Fuzi with a provocative gaze.

"You know, in our big win, taking other people's poems is a felony, and you have to be distributed!"

But he ignored it completely, and several unkind eyes also fell on him.

Some people only care about the sword, but they completely forget that the sword has two edges!