As the judging work unfolded, some good poems began to spread among the ships, from one ship to another, at a very fast speed. Many people have taken out the four treasures of the study, transcribed and transcribed, and can be used to compare and study, and when they arrived at the Qinglou painting boat, they were more valued, and immediately there were special people to study and see what kind of music was suitable for the score, so as to play and sing for the girls.

In this world, there is no such thing as the electronics industry, and the dissemination of works, in addition to being printed into books and being sold, is more about word of mouth. The main form of channel is either written in a conspicuous place in some popular scenic spots, but anyone passing by can see it, or it is inscribed on the wall of a large restaurant, and it is composed and sung by the girl of the Qinglou and the singer of the pear garden.

Finally, the influence is particularly widespread.

Therefore, even if there is no copyright and no remuneration is received, poets still flock to it, hoping that their works can be composed to tunes, and they are proud of it.

There is a small story in the Tang Dynasty, which tells that three famous poets, Wang Zhilian, Wang Changling, and Gao Shi, went out to drink and listen to the singers play music and sing. At that time, the three of them made a bet to see whose music was sung by the singer the most, and they decided to be famous.

At that time, the three girls in front of them sang, two of which were taken from Wang Changling's poems and one from Gao Shi's works, so the two of them were overjoyed, waiting to see Wang Zhilian's jokes.

At this time, Wang Zhihuan pointed to the last and most beautiful singer and said that if this woman sang it was not her own work, she would avoid the table for the rest of her life.

When the singer opened her mouth to sing, it was "the Yellow River is far above the white clouds...... Wang Changling and Gao Shi were greatly admired.

It can be seen that poetry has become a trend early and is a great thing.

"Wow, it's Zhang Zhiyuan's words!"

"Finally got his work reviewed. ”

"The evaluation is very high, Mr. Wu Xiangheng commented: 'It should be the top three'; Mr. Lin Yuanshan's evaluation is 'flowing clouds and flowing water, and the meaning is fresh'......"

"Bring it and let me make a copy. ”

There was a commotion, and the voices of the people were boiling. So far, this year's Dao'an Poetry Club has set off a small **.

......

On the Jiang family's boat, there was already a special person who sent a message and copied the words.

Zhu Bazhen laughed: "Zhiyuan is really talented." ”

Zhang Zhiyuan smiled slightly, as if he had already made a bamboo in his chest, and said: "Since you have been entrusted by the master of the Zhu Pavilion, how can you be perfunctory, you should do your best, fortunately not disgraced." ”

In fact, he himself is reluctant to be the representative of the poetry club of the Bazhen Dart Bureau. It was only because the Zhu family was kind to him before and promised a heavy reward that he agreed.

The two sang and harmonized, and Jiang Zhinian's grandson over there listened to it angrily. The other party is so pretentious, it is clear that he wants to lose the face of the Jiang family.

"The crepe guy, it's sour......"

Jiang Jing'er hated it so much, if it was in the ring, she would have jumped up early, picked out this skinny guy with one shot, and then pumped a few big mouths, so that he could speak, hum!

Jiang Zhinian coughed dryly: "Congratulations to Brother Zhu, the result is known, you have to go back and celebrate well." "This is an eviction order in disguise.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Bazhen smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry, Brother Zhinian, I still have to wait to see your results." If you can get a good ranking, you should congratulate yourself. ”

Jiang Zhinian scolded in his heart: Congratulations, you are waiting to see the joke...... Ye Junsheng, who was invited, disappeared on the spot, and the ink in his granddaughter's stomach was estimated to be less than half a cup, and the result was already obvious, and the primary election was brushed off.

Annoyance is annoyance, but as the saying goes, if you tear your face and chase away customers, it will seem that your own measure is too small, and it will be ugly to hear.

......

In the wooden building, Peng Qingshan had just drunk a glass of vegetarian wine, and what was in front of him was Zhang Zhiyuan's poem "Nian Nu Jiao": it was a coincidence that he wrote it was also "Nian Nu Jiao", but looking at its words and sentences, although it can be regarded as a masterpiece, compared to his own one, in terms of artistic conception, I am afraid that it is still slightly inferior......

Knowing the work of a powerful opponent, his confidence soared, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Next, it's up to Guo Nanming.

The friend next to him flicked the paper, sighed, and said: "Brother Qingshan, this time that Zhang Zhiyuan actually became a representative of the business, it is simply a self-defeating reputation." ”

Scholars are high-minded, businessmen are profit-seeking, the two are originally distinct, such as Zhang Zhiyuan, who has a talent and fame, and a good future, is committed to being the representative of the poetry club of the Bazhen Dart Bureau, which is indeed a bit out of place.

Peng Qingshan said with a smile: "Everyone has their own ambitions, so there is no need to blame too much." "Instead, he is open-minded and open-minded, as for whether it is true or false, it is estimated that only he knows.

After about a stick of incense, there was a commotion outside, and it turned out that it was Peng Qingshan's work that was pulled out, and it was also a poem: "Nian Nujiao".

This one, the evaluation of the four judges is higher, and they bluntly say that it is better than Zhang Zhiyuan's first, and the artistic conception is higher.

When the message came, there was jubilation in the wooden building, and countless words of congratulations and celebrations rolled in, and everyone came up to toast with cups.

Peng Qingshan was high-spirited, and he did not refuse to come, and he had more than ten cups in a row, and his face did not change color. He is both civil and military, and he already has a large number of thousands of cups that are not drunk. At this moment, Yushu was in the wind, and his face was full of moving smiles, and he was finally relieved a little from the blow of his brother's death.

The mood is gradually improving.

......

In Dao'an Mansion, in the elegant room, Guo Nanming was holding two pieces of plain paper in his hand. As written above, Huo Ran is two "Nian Nujiao", which are written by Zhang Zhiyuan and Peng Qingshan respectively-

Because of the Dao'an Poetry Society, the Dao'an Mansion made a special exception tonight, and the city gate was closed at the same time, so there was no delay in delivering the news.

After a while, Guo Nanming had finished reading it, folded the two pieces of paper, put them on the lamp, and burned them. His face was full of loneliness, and he sighed: "Zhang Zhiyuan Peng Qingshan, it turns out that you have to be at such a level, which really disappoints me." ”

shook his head, and muttered: "It seems that there is no one to look forward to in this Jizhou, I should leave early and study in Jiangnan, I only hope that those Jiangnan talents will not let me down." ”

The paper was gradually burned to ashes, fell down, and scattered to the ground.

Life is really lonely.

......

"Good words, a good song "Nian Nujiao"!"

Above the inner hall, Old Master Song was so excited that his white beard was cocked, and his expression was extremely rare.

Over there, Wu Xiangheng hurriedly asked: "But Guo Nanming's work?"

Old Master Song said with a smile: "Who else is it? It's another song "Nian Nujiao", but the wording is wonderful, as wonderful as the breeze, and the artistic conception is so high that even the old man is ashamed of himself. ”

This comment is considered to be high to the top.

The other three were busy grabbing and watching, all of them praised the case, read it repeatedly, and were reluctant to put it down for a long time.

"Dao'an Poetry Club, take this word as the leader!"

Old Master Song immediately made up his mind.

"A must. ”

There are no objections at all.

"In that case, let's announce the results, Guo Nanming is the leader, Peng Qingshan is second, and Zhang Zhiyuan is again. ”

"Okay. ”

At this time, Liu Zhiqing suddenly said: "Huh, there is still a poem here, and there is only the last one left." ”

Song Wenbo waved his hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter how many capitals are left." ”

Liu Zhiqing nodded, agreeing: "That's ...... But let's give it a review, so as not to give people a handle. As he spoke, he pulled out the poem and began to look.