The wider the official road, the closer it is to Cai County.

Qingxue Mansion is in the east of Cai County, and Zhoujia Village is in the west of Cai County.

When I went to Qingxue Mansion, I just walked in front of the gate of Caixian County.

At the mouth of every city, there is a long pavilion, and there are many farewell stories in the long pavilion.

The riverside pavilion has existed even longer than Cai County, and no one knows why this pavilion is called the riverside pavilion.

Cai County is close to the border pass, with more sand, more wind and less water.

This is also the reason why Zhoujia Village is built along the river.

There is also a river outside Cai County, but it is five miles away from the riverside pavilion.

The old man said that the river used to be by the riverside pavilion, but the vicissitudes of the sea were changed, and the river was changed, and only the pavilion remained.

Today, there are many more people by the pavilion.

The county magistrate of Cai County, the county magistrate, the chief bookkeeper, the county school mountain chief, these big officials, sat in the pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there are the big families in Cai County.

Outside, there are some villagers from Zhoujia Village and students from Cai County.

Some of them bowed their heads to drink tea, some looked forward to it, and some stood and snoozed.

The sun rose, the white fog slowly dissipated, and in the distance, suddenly a horse bell rang.

Sitting on the steps of the riverside pavilion, County Lieutenant Zhang, who was napping, suddenly woke up: "It's here!" ”

He pointed to the distance, where two carriages appeared.

Zhou Dagu was sitting in the carriage, and suddenly saw countless figures in the long pavilion in the distance.

He understood that he had come to give himself a gift.

He was moved, and a little strange.

"Third grandfather, why are you here! Let's say goodbye at the entrance of the village! It also makes you go so far at night! ”

The third grandfather raised the white porcelain bowl that was put aside: "The rules of our hometown, the deeper the feelings, the farther you send, we Cai County people are used to breaking up in the Jiangban Pavilion, which shows that the feelings are deep!" ”

"Big Gu! This is the water brought from home, and when you go out in the future, you can easily eat delicious food, and you can play fun casually, but this hometown water, it is difficult to drink it again! ”

Zhou Dagu stepped forward and dried this bowl of hometown water.

The businessman close to the long pavilion stepped forward, led by Zhou Dagu's old acquaintance, Hou Gongzi.

Hou Gongzi handed over a brocade cloth baggage: "People say that the poor family is rich, Zhou Tongjiao, you left in a hurry, and we have nothing to prepare!" ”

Zhou Dagu hurriedly stretched out his hand, and he had already heard the sound of the silver two colliding in the baggage.

It's the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Zhou Dagu, thank you very much!" Isn't that a fool to be polite in the face of money?

Coming up was a team of students.

Fan Zijin took the lead in speaking: "Fellow Zhou, you left too hastily, you went to Qingxue Mansion to investigate first, and after waiting for me for a month, I will go to Qingxue Mansion to find you!" ”

Zhou Dagu was a little surprised: "You also want to take the lifting test this year?" ”

Fan Zijin didn't care: "I'm different from others, I've been taking the county exam for decades, and I've long been invulnerable, this time I went to Qingxue Mansion, and if I was admitted, I concentrated on preparing for the Ministry of Rites exam in the fall three years later, and if I can't pass the exam, then I'll come back and use it as an accumulation of experience!" ”

For this exam, the classmates who failed out of habit, Zhou Dagu had no other words but encouragement.

"Then come on, I'll be waiting for you in Qingxue Mansion!"

Zhou Dagu finally walked into the long pavilion.

Zhu Fuzi smiled and nodded at him, and handed him a letter: "If you have something, go to the person in the letter, for the sake of our old friendship, he will help you!" ”

Zhou Dagu bent down and bowed: "Thank you, Master!" ”

Zhang Zhushu took out a letter from the table: "This is a letter of recommendation, with this letter, you can enter the school, study hard over there, and fight for our Caixian students!" ”

Zhou Dagu arched his hand: "Don't worry, the student union!" ”

Guo Xianling stepped forward and handed him a letter: "This is a letter in my personal name, you know, my family is from Qingxue Mansion, if there is anything difficult, you can find my brother, he is now serving in the army of Qingxue Mansion!" ”

Zhou Dagu took the letter, the letter of recommendation from the elders, a letter is a favor, in Qingxue Mansion, where he is not familiar with life, it is exactly what he needs: "Thank you for the county order!" ”

Qiao Xiancheng was born in a poor family, and he didn't have any connections, so he looked at Zhou Dagu and nodded: "Go, the people you accepted, as well as Zhoujia Village, I will help you take care of it!" ”

Zhou Dagu thanked him again: "Thank you to the county uncle." ”

He took a step back and bowed to the farewell team: "Thank you, come to see off Zhou Dagu!" We'll meet by fate! ”

"Then I'm ......"

"Don't worry!" Qiao Xiancheng took his hand.

The picture is poor.

He pointed to the long table in the pavilion.

"There are many stories and poems about parting, Zhou Mingzhou's poetry, everyone knows it, why don't you take advantage of the parting to stay in a poem and let future generations remember!"

Zhou Dagu smiled, and the doubts in his heart disappeared completely.

He knew that these people didn't sleep in the morning and ran dozens of miles to the riverside pavilion.

The co-author is waiting here!

The crowd outside the pavilion echoed Qiao Xiancheng's words when they heard it.

"That's right! Da Gu, you're leaving, the old and young masters of our Zhoujia Village, I haven't seen you write a poem yet, or you should write one! ”

"Zhou Tong's poetry is rare for a thousand years, after the last time I saw it, I don't want to think about it, I just want to read your poems, or write one!"

Zhu Fuzi also persuaded: "Write a poem!" ”

"Zhou Mingzhou, write a song!"

"Brother Gu, write a poem!"

"Fellow Zhou, let's write a song!"

Zhou Dagu couldn't help it, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at everyone in the morning light: "Then, why don't I write a poem?" ”

"Good! Zhou Mingzhou is really atmospheric! ”

"It's okay to open your eyes, let's see what this qi looks like!"

As soon as Zhou Dagu spoke, two catchers quickly fell to the ground and laid paper and ink for him.

The white rice paper is spread out, and the ink fragrance is circling in the long pavilion, which is not a bargain at first glance.

Zhou Dagu stood at the entrance of the riverside pavilion, looking at the willows.

Day by day.

The fog cleared.

The apricot trees and peach trees planted on both sides of the official road are blooming at the moment.

He looked at the official road and then looked back at his friend.

Inside and outside the long pavilion, the crowd was nervous, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, for fear of disturbing Zhou Mingzhou's poetry.

If one accidentally provokes Zhou Mingzhou's poetry, the Mingzhou poem he was originally going to write becomes a Dafu poem, it will be a big loss!

Yes, under the cultivation of Zhou Dagu, the people of Cai County already feel that the county poems are very ordinary guys, after all, Zhou Dagu has never written county poems.

Now only Dafu poems can shock their hearts.

The day is higher.

Zhou Dagu looked back and forth, but he was not conceiving poems, he relied on the wisdom of modern people to write his own poems, but he did not dare to guarantee the quality of poems.

In order not to smash his own Zhou Mingzhou's brand, it is better to use some hand-me-down poems.

The context of Daying is strange, as long as the poem appears for the first time, it is written and recited by you, even if it is your poem.

Therefore, in Kyoto's Hualiudi, there are also many sons and brothers, from the hands of down-and-out scholars, buy and write unfinished poems, and write the last sentence by themselves, at least it is also a county poem.

The Confucian Temple of Gu Zifu in Zhou Da has a collection of 300 Tang poems, and there are thousands of years of literati wisdom in the previous life.

Naturally, it doesn't have to be like that.

He looked back and forth, just to think about which poem to write.

Finally, when an abrupt yawn sounded.

Zhou Dagu noticed the name of the long pavilion.

Riverside Pavilion.

He remembered a poet of the late Tang Dynasty.

That is a poet of the late Tang Dynasty who once wrote famous sentences of Internet celebrities in later generations, Jun Xiang Xiaoxiang and I Xiang Qin, Zheng Gu.

Zhou Dagu walked from the pavilion to the middle of the riverside pavilion in one step, and he took the wolf's pen.

In the spotlight, the wolf's pen slowly fell.

The figure in the distance quickly approached, the riverside pavilion was surrounded by water, and people were rubbing shoulders one after another, just to catch a glimpse of Zhou Da Gu Shicai!