(Thank you for the generous reward of the book friend "Ye Luofeng Chase", and yelled for some tickets.) ）

Hohohoho!

The fist wind is waving, and the drum is sounding, which is quite majestic.

After a set of "Little Sky Star Boxing", Jiang Jing'er was sweating and panting. The maid Age who was waiting on the side hurriedly came over to help her wipe her sweat.

Jiang Jing'er closed her eyes and asked lazily, "Did the nerd wake up?"

Ag chuckled, "Not yet." ”

Jiang Jing'er sighed and stopped talking.

Ah Ge suddenly said again: "But it was Master Zhu from Wushan County who brought someone over." ”

Jiang Jing'er immediately opened her eyes: "Zhu Bazhen?" raised her eyebrows, no politeness at all.

This Zhu Bazhen is the opponent of the Jiang family, and there is a Bazhen Dart Bureau in Wushan County, which is adjacent to Pengcheng. As the so-called rivals of peers, there are many business conflicts with each other. And Zhu Bazhen has a mean personality and a very stinky mouth. For him, Jiang Jing'er was extremely disgusted.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

In the main hall of the cabin, Jiang Zhinian's face was a little gloomy, and he felt uncomfortable when he looked at the old man Zhu who was sitting next to him.

Zhu Bazhen is just forty years old this year, in the prime of life, and is also a martial arts person, and he has learned a hand of "Five Elements Yin and Yang Palm" since he was a child, which is very good. In terms of martial arts, it is still above Jiang Zhinian. What's more, he has a younger brother who is a big catcher in Dao'an Mansion and has a vote under him.

"Tonight's poetry will be revealed, I don't know if Brother Zhu comes to my ship, what advice do you have?"

Jiang Zhinian said haha, after all, the person who came was a guest, and he couldn't drive people away, so he had to do the polite kung fu on the surface.

Zhu Bazhen smiled: "It was because of the announcement of the results that I came to have fun with my brother Zhinian." ”

This is a bit difficult to understand, as a businessman, the poetry meeting every year is the master who spends money and then accompanies the prince to study, why is it happy?

Zhu Bazhen didn't explain further, and instead introduced the young man sitting next to him: "Brother Zhinian, let me introduce, this son is from Wushan County, surnamed Zhang, the word 'Zhiyuan', Zhang Zhiyuan is also." ”

The young man was thin and ordinary-looking, and at this moment he got up and arched his hand towards Jiang Zhinian and gave a salute.

Jiang Zhinian returned the salute, and he was quite familiar with the name, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he lost his voice: "You are Zhang Zhiyuan?"

Zhang Zhiyuan, a native of Wushan County, was born in Xiucai, and had poems written at a young age.

Such a literary talent is handsome, even Jiang Zhinian has heard of it.

Zhu Bazhen was very satisfied with his shocked reaction, and said with a smile: "Could it be that there is a second Zhang Zhiyuan in Wushan County?" Well, Brother Zhinian, in this poetry meeting, Zhang Xiucai is the representative of this dart game. ”

Jiang Zhinian gasped, and finally understood the meaning of "happy together", with Zhang Zhiyuan as the representative, it is a sure thing to pass the primary election of the poetry club, and it may even win the top three, which is naturally a happy thing. The problem is that the other party has such a posture, and he dares to show off his might.

His face couldn't help but be even more gloomy.

Zhu Bazhen pretended to look at it: "Brother Zhinian, what about the representative of your poetry club, why don't you invite you to come out and get to know you?"

Jiang Zhinian said in a cold voice: "I'm sorry, he fell ill and is sleeping in it now." ”

"Well, that's what a pity...... Well, Brother Zhinian, I heard that you invited the son of the Ye family this time. ”

Jiang Zhinian nodded.

Zhu Bazhen said in amazement: "The son of the Ye family, Pengcheng bookworm, famous far and wide, who doesn't know anyone? ”

Counterwords, absolute counterwords.

The muscles on Jiang Zhinian's face couldn't help jumping, and he couldn't wait to punch the other party's hateful face. Anyway, Ye Junsheng didn't show up at all last night, where did he write a word?

Jiang Jing'er didn't say the trick, so he naturally didn't know.

That Zhang Zhiyuan also echoed: "The name of Pengcheng's bookworm, I have admired it for a long time, and I want to get to know it for a long time." ”

The corners of Jiang Zhinian's mouth twitched, tonight's game must have been lost. There's no way, the things that dance and ink are not good at home, so I can only watch Zhu Bazhen ride on his head, and pee, and it's not good to have a seizure.

I heard my granddaughter's cold voice sounding in the back: "Hypocrisy, reading the books of sages in vain, so pretentious, it is really better to meet than to be famous." ”

These words are aimed at Zhang Zhiyuan, which can be described as penetrating and hitting the nail on the head.

Zhang Zhiyuan's face changed, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a heroic young lady, but it was difficult to refute.

Zhu Bazhen had no scruples: "Brother Zhinian, what Miss Jiang said is not right, if it is spread, it will teach people to accuse people of lack of education." ”

Jiang Jing'er raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "I speak my heart, why do I need others to teach you?" Master Zhu, now that the results of the poetry meeting have not been announced, you should not be too happy. ”

"Hahaha. ”

Zhu Bazhen burst into laughter on the spot.

Jiang Zhinian sighed, of course he knew in his heart that his granddaughter just didn't want to lose momentum on her tongue, that's all.

It's just helpless, some things without suspense, losing is losing, winning is winning, clearly. No matter how hard the mouth is, it is useless.

......

On the central ship, the four judges have already begun to work, first dismantling the sealed poetry manuscripts, and then randomly drawing them out one by one to read.

They did not start work together, but took turns, for example, the old master Song Wenbo first took a manuscript, read it, and then commented on it, and then handed it over to other people to read, and those who read it commented and crossed opinions......

However, they have a lot of experience, and they have a sophisticated vision, and they rarely disagree with each other.

After the screening of the outer hall, there are not many manuscripts that can enter the primary selection, and there are only 25 in total. This makes the workload much lighter.

The working atmosphere of the four judges is very relaxed and freehand, reading a poem, taking a sip of tea, or floating a big white, wonderful comments and wonderful sentences, and they are easy to say:

"Brother Xiang Heng, this "Water Tune Song Head" is inherently unique, but it's a pity that the traces of the axe and chisel are too heavy and there are too many allusions, but it falls inferior, it's a pity, it's a pity!"

"Yuanshan, look at this song "Yongjiang", the momentum of breaking the topic is good, but when it comes to the neck coupling sentence, it will plummet for thousands of miles, and the level will plummet, which should be due to the lack of skill for this sub. ”

"Song Lao, there is a sentence today, 'the Yangtze River wind is rushing to send thousands of miles', and I think that in combination with the artistic conception of the whole poem, the word 'urgent' should be changed to 'high', so that the momentum of high ambition can be set off. ”

"Well, yes, when it is. This son still needs more scrutiny and more refinement. ”

The work proceeded in an orderly manner, and whenever there was a good poem, a deacon came at once, copied several copies, and then sent it out, and read it on the ships—this was the glory of participating in the poetry society, and when the work was disseminated, the author's reputation was naturally proclaimed.

With fame, other things are easy to do.

"Hey, what a song "Nian Nujiao", hehe, it turned out to be the work of Wushan Zhang Zhiyuan, and it really lived up to expectations......"

At this time, Liu Zhiqing took out Zhang Zhiyuan's lyrics, lifted his spirits, and read them carefully.