"The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ”

After Meng Beiliu finished chanting this sentence, he put down the paper and looked at Chen Youniao with a somewhat complicated expression.

The two short poems are both masterpieces, although they are short, but they use words and rhyme.

"Is this your old work?"

The so-called old works were written before, and Meng Beiliu found it hard to believe that overnight, this student could create two new poems.

Chen Youniao hesitated for a moment and replied: "When I was cultivating in Laoshan Mountain, I watched the changes of the four seasons, saw the sun, moon, rain and sunshine, and occasionally felt it, so I wrote some poems. ”

Meng Beiliu nodded: "Laoshan Dojo is a land of immortals, with thousands of landscapes, and it can indeed inspire people's poetic talents. Hehe, if you have this literary talent, it is better to become a poet directly, and you will soon be famous in the literary world. ”

Chen Youniao blinked: "How can a poet be useful to an official?"

When Meng Beiliu heard this, he was stunned at first, and then laughed: "Don't hide it, be frank and honest, and be a sincere person." ”

Poets seek fame, officials seek power, and in the class of scholars, they open their mouths and close their mouths, all of which are famous and famous. But Meng Beiliu is also a person, he has read a lot of people, he has experienced ups and downs in officialdom, he has experienced ups and downs, he has seen through the human situation and the world, and he has seen countless pickled faces, these people are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact, they are full of male prostitutes and female thieves. Since Chen Youniao came to study official literature, there is no doubt that he wants to take the imperial examination to gain fame and fame, and then become an official.

This is the most fundamental starting point and motivation.

If Chen Youniao pretended to say something high-sounding, it would make Meng Beiliu look down on him.

The poet has a good reputation, the so-called "merry genius", but that's about it. Since ancient times, there have been many talented poets who have lived in embarrassment, displacement, and depression. And many big officials, they also write poetry, more just as a hobby, lyrical speech. The main business and hobbies, the two should be separated, it is not the same thing.

Meng Beiliu stroked his beard and asked, "You took the initiative to offer poems, you should have something to ask for." ”

Chen Youniao said: "When I first came to study, my family was poor and I lacked books to read, so I wanted to ask the teacher to borrow books. ”

Meng Beiliu's eyelids drooped: "Borrowing books? ”

In a world with backward printing technology, books are a very precious resource, and many literati have the rule of "books are not borrowed", and it is difficult to borrow books unless they are close friends.

Chen Youniao said: "I asked the teacher to borrow books, but I didn't borrow them, I only read them in the thatched hall."

Hearing this, Meng Beiliu groaned slightly: "What do you mean, are you coming to copy the book?"

Books are difficult to copy, so copying them is the best option, get a stack of blank paper, and copy it word by word. Many people's books are actually copied in this way.

Chen Youniao replied: "I don't copy books, I just read." ”

Meng Beiliu smiled: "The poems you wrote are very good, and the old man is happy to see the hunt." Well, every time you write a poem, as long as it is approved by me, I will let you read a book in the cottage for a quarter of an hour, how about it?"

When Chen Youniao heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "Okay! Okay! ”

Seeing his happy appearance, Meng Beiliu muttered in his heart: It is not a simple matter to exchange a poem for a quarter of an hour of reading time.

Poetry and articles, condensed with painstaking efforts, to get into Meng Beiliu's eyes, it is not just a casual writing. And a quarter of an hour's work, biting the words of Wenjue, can read a few pages of a book, unless Chen Youniao has the talent to read ten lines at a glance and never forget. Meng Beiliu didn't know that Chen Youniao didn't come to copy the book, nor did he come to read the book, strictly speaking, he just came to turn the book.

The writing and sentence construction in this world pay attention to conciseness and conciseness, and the literary language is ancient, so a book will not be thick, and it is basically dozens of pages.

In a quarter of an hour, Chen Youniao was able to turn through several books.

As long as you read it, the book can be included in "Wenxin Carving Dragon", and you can slowly study and read it in the future. As for the poems requested by Meng Fuzi, there are too many ready-made products in "Wenxin Carving Dragon", how many are needed.

"Teacher, I'll write now. ”

"Now, how many can you write?"

Meng Beiliu asked.

"I think there are more than a dozen of my old works. ”

Chen Youniao didn't dare to say that the number was too big, for fear of scaring Meng Fuzi away.

Meng Beiliu's face was strange: "Chen Youniao, the old man has words first, the poems you write must be approved by me. ”

"Understood. ”

Chen Youniao didn't talk much nonsense, took out the four treasures of the study he carried with him, and immediately started writing.

Meng Beiliu next to him saw it, he was surprised and suspicious, and when Chen Youniao wrote a poem, he couldn't help but come and see: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground...... Good, good poetry!"

I can't help but applaud.

Then the second, the third......

Chen Youniao wrote it on the spot, focusing on the five uniques, and picking those poems that are plain. Easy to write, easy to understand, more in line with the current age identity.

Meng Beiliu watched it one by one, and in the end he was already a little sluggish.

"Well, that's all that's been written now. ”

Chen Youniao will accept it when he sees it, so as not to exert too much force and look shocking.

Eight poems, able to read for eight quarters of an hour. A quarter of an hour equals fifteen minutes, and the total time can store a lot of books.

That's enough.

If you have more, you will be greedy and chew more. Anyway, the coming day is long, and you can think about it in the long run.

Meng Beiliu looked at the eight poems that had been written, although there were no great works, but each of them could be called a masterpiece, enough to be passed on to future generations, which was terrifying. Fortunately, knowing that these are old works, years of accumulation, this seems normal.

"Well, you really have a talent for poetry. ”

Meng Beiliu's eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at Chen Youniao, he recruited protégé disciples, of course, not to charge a lot of tuition, but to really cultivate students to become talents. For the sake of fame and profit, these students are valuable assets that he is proud of. As long as the student can get ahead in the future, whether he becomes an official or becomes a literary hero, speaking of which, he is inseparable from the status of a teacher and student.

Chen Youniao asked, "Then when can I go to read a book?"

"It's just after class. ”

Meng Beiliu agreed happily: "These eight songs, as well as the previous two, and the one assessed yesterday, a total of twelve songs, I will convert them all to you into the time for reading." ”

Chen Youniao was overjoyed, hurriedly thanked him, and then went out to class.

When the students saw him and Meng Fuzi walking side by side, their eyes were all hot, thinking that this newcomer had won the favor of the teacher without knowing what means he had used, and he seemed to be a proud protégé. This is an excellent relationship, although it is said that Meng Fuzi did not hide his secrets in class, but if he can get the treatment of opening a small stove in private, it will naturally be better.

Meng Beiliu's classes are mainly arranged in the morning, one class a day, not every day, and a maximum of fifteen classes a month.

After the class, Chen Youniao went straight to the library of books, racing against time to "move" all the good books here and all the texts that were useful for the imperial examination.

Meng Beiliu didn't think too much, he just felt that this student was really diligent and studious, although the foundation was poor, but diligence could make up for his clumsiness: "It is ...... for children to teach."