(I'm going to fight a typhoon again, so sad to say, ask for a ticket to resist!)

Waiting for others is a boring thing, and there is no nourishment for gossip without a match, Chen Sanlang simply closed his eyes and recuperated and visualized the "Haoran Silk Book" stored in the world of zài's mind.

Since the examination of Xiucai's fame, the silk book has faintly changed, the pages are condensed, and the words revealed are clearer and more profound.

From this, it can be seen that what the little dragon girl said in her dream is true. She said, "The instrument of qi is also the one who is famous." To put it bluntly, it is to gain fame, which is quite helpful for comprehending this book, and if you read it clearly, you can feed back the growth of the evil sword, and complement each other.

Xiucai is the lowest level of fame, and the effect is not obvious. I don't know what will happen to those who pass the exam in the future.

He Weiyang saw that the senior elder God was there, and he was very calm, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart: If nothing else, this qi cultivation kung fu alone is not simple. Looking at the others, they are either full of excitement or nervousness, and they are very nervous.

The people who participated in the poetry meeting came 6 and got on the boat, and when everyone had arrived, the canopy was propped up and rowed along the river.

The poetry meeting has begun.

The first stage is not poetry, but exchange and gossip, all of which are about the rank of the literary world, wind, rhyme, etc., which are very empty.

Looking at the two old-fashioned judges who were invited, Chen Sanlang suddenly felt that he was afraid that he had come to the wrong place to participate in the poetry meeting.

One of the two teachers is an old Xiucai, named "Ma Ji", and the other is even bigger, called "Liang Dian", but he is an old man.

Above the talent, it is said to lift people. If you have obtained this fame, you will have the qualifications to be an official. However, qualifications do not necessarily guarantee that you will be able to become an official, and there must be a way and a vacancy, and many people wait in line until they are old, and they do not have such an opportunity to become an official.

Liang Dian waited for more than ten years, waiting until his beard turned white, waiting for his old eyes to be dazzled, and he never came out. There is no way, there are only those official positions in the world, a radish and a pit, and the turn must be the first to reincarnate the people who were born in the scholars.

He couldn't get into the Jinshi, and when he reached such an age, he gave up his thoughts and became a squire.

Ma Ji and Liang Dian are highly respected in Jing County, and are quite prestigious in the local literary circles, and are often invited to be arbitrators, and are respectfully called "Ma Lao" and "Liang Lao".

Now the two of them are surrounded by several well-dressed young scholars, shouting "Ma Lao" and "Liang Lao", looking very enjoyable. From time to time, he pointed out the words and sentences of the poems taken out by the young people, saying that this word is inappropriate, and that word needs to be reconsidered.

In a word, the atmosphere of the poetry meeting is very harmonious and happy.

In comparison, the boat where Chen Sanlang was located seemed a little out of place, wandering outside, unable to enter the circle.

He Weiyang said: "Senior Daoyuan, why don't you take out the poem manuscript and ask the two elders for guidance? ”

Chen Sanlang smiled and was noncommittal, but asked about the young scholars who were around Liang Dian from Ma Ji.

He Weiyang said that one is the president of the Guyuan Poetry Society, and the other two are old students who are studying in the county - they are old students, but in fact, they themselves are not old at all, about twenty-five or sixteen, but they have been studying for a long time, and their qualifications are also old.

Chen Sanlang listened and suddenly asked, "The two sons' family background should be very good." ”

He Weiyang said with a smile: "In our county, the Zhang and Wang families are both well-known and wealthy, and you should know that Senior Daoyuan." ”

Chen Sanlang replied honestly: "I just heard about it, but I don't know if it's the two of them." ”

Jing County is a small county, but there are also many portals, he used to be a nerd, going back and forth between the private school and the study, and he was a bit lonely about the customs and customs. Many people have never seen it and don't know it, so it's not unusual at all.

He Weiyang didn't think so, and said with a smile: "In this poetry meeting, the two seniors covered all the expenses, which was really generous and high-spirited. ”

However, most of the poetry and literary societies are privately organized and have nothing to do with the Yamen government. Since it is of a private nature, it is necessary to pay attention to the use of the source of funds, or the members share it, or seek funding from wealthy businessmen, and only when the preparation is sufficient can it be organized.

For example, in this boating poetry meeting, the rental of more than a dozen canopy boats, snacks and drinks on the ship all cost money.

When Chen Sanlang heard that all the money was from the other party, his heart suddenly brightened, and he said: "Then there is no need to compare this poetry meeting, the first two must be the two of them." ”

When He Weiyang heard this, he was surprised: "Why did Senior Daoyuan say this? ”

Chen Sanlang smiled: "People have paid for it, to put it mildly, we were invited to eat and drink for nothing, just a foil." ”

When He Weiyang heard this, he couldn't make a sound.

A classmate next to him was skeptical: "Senior, what you said is true?"

"Whether it's true or not, we'll know in a moment. ”

The student believed most of it, and said angrily: "Isn't that a trick on us? Since we have all set a ranking, why bother to pretend to engage in some poetry meeting? In vain, I didn't sleep well all night last night, and I worked hard to prepare for the night, isn't it in vain?"

Chen Sanlang said: "The literary world is depositioned, and the atmosphere is all the rage, nothing more than that. If we don't hold poetry meetings and big battles, how can we publicize the reputation of the gold lord? If we don't get the corresponding reputation, who will spend a lot of money?"

After a pause, he smiled and said: "The so-called Gao Feng Liang Festival is actually a transaction. ”

He Weiyang listened to him hit the nail on the head, although it was just speculation, but it was so intangible, that people could not question it. Looking at Chen Sanlang's eyes, Huo Ran changed.

Chen Sanlang clapped his hands and stood up.

He Weiyang asked, "Where are the seniors going?"

"Since it's nothing to do with us, let's go home, is it interesting to sit here and mix some food and drink, and then be a monkey that has been tricked by someone, and have to pretend to be deaf and dumb?"

He Weiyang was a little embarrassed: "If you go like this, you will offend people." ”

Chen Sanlang said calmly: "Between offending and letting myself suffer, I would rather live comfortably." ”

As he spoke, he called the captain of the boat to the ship, and asked the boat to dock, and he wanted to go up.

He Weiyang wanted to speak and stopped, and sighed in his heart: Chen Sanlang dared to offend Qin Yushu at the beginning, how could he bend himself to others and let others play tricks now?

gritted his teeth and chose to follow Chen Sanlang.

The rest of the classmates glanced at each other, stood up and followed behind, patted their butts and left.

In this way, the movement became louder, attracting the rest of the ship's people to look sideways. Someone asked what was wrong, and the students who were on the same boat with Chen Sanlang made their words clear, and everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar when they heard it.

The content of the discussion quickly reached the ears of the president of the Guyuan Poetry Society, and his face couldn't help but turn blue and white. This rafting poetry meeting is indeed tailor-made for the two students who arrange the expenses, and the two elders also understand it. After a while, everyone will recite poetry works, anyway, regardless of the quality of the content, the second elder will choose them as the first and second.

As for who is the first and who is the second, it is determined by how much money the two pay.

Over the years, spending money to buy a name has long become an unwritten rule in the literary world.

The backbone of the poetry club knows about these matters, and some people in the circle with qualifications also understand in their hearts that no one is picking on their faces, and Chen Sanlang, who wants to be newly invited, has no taboos and pierces it.

"Damn, if I knew this was the case, I shouldn't have invited him. I thought that he would take the Xiucai exam and give him some food and drink, but I didn't want to be a stunned person who didn't understand the rules!"

The president was indignant.

Ma Lao Liang also heard the discussion, and his face became even more ugly, they are all pampered and face-saving older generations, how can they not hold their cheeks, and slap the table: "The future is rude!"

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