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Hearing that Yang Chen was going to write a poem and submit it to the newspaper, Du Gongzi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Regarding Yang Chen's literary brilliance, Du Gongzi has no doubts.

Obviously, there is another amazing article to be published.

The two of them bought the food and drinks, ignoring the horror of ordinary people, and used their kung fu to hurry away.

Yang Chen ran the Tai Chi Method, and ran a very famous light ladder in Tai Chi, and stepped on it in one step, like climbing the ladder to the sky.

Of course, Yang Chen can't do this now, but the speed is indeed much faster than ordinary people.

Back home.

In a humble thatched hut.

The two of them drank freely.

When the wine was drunk, Yang Chen dipped the pen in ink, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a simple and simple poem immediately appeared on the paper.

The name of the poem is very simple, very popular, you can understand it at a glance, and you can understand it at a glance.

Sell charcoal!

The meaning of the old man who sells charcoal.

When Du Gongzi looked at the name, it was not elegant at all.

It's too popular.

For an elegant person like Du Gongzi, the name of this poem is too vernacular.

Don't say that a well-educated person like him understands it at a glance.

Even ordinary people who have never read a book know what this poem is written when they hear it.

"Vulgarity is elegance, Brother Yang's poetry is unique, I must not despise it, but what is the content of what he writes?" Du Gongzi concentrated, and a pair of eyes moved with Yang Chen's brushstrokes.

Yang Chen's pen is like a sword and a halberd at this time, and the pen falls, like an iron hook silver, majestic, as if it can overturn a million majestic mountains.

A fierce momentum came to the face.

"Could it be that Brother Yang wants to write a poem full of momentum?"

Looking at this word, although it is not good, the momentum and charm contained between the lines are difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Yang Chen put pen to paper!

The glow comes out naturally.

"Is it another poem that is full of splendid writing?" Du Gongzi was shocked in his heart, and he no longer dared to underestimate it, and looked at every word written by Yang Chen with full attention.

His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black. What is the business of selling charcoal to make money? The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold. Thousands of feet of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to roll ice ruts. The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who are the two riders here? Weicheng Li family white shirts. Holding a broken silver mouth in his hand, he called himself crazy, and returned to the car to lead the ox to the north. A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the cheap slaves will not be able to regret it. A little bit of broken silver and a few pennies, throw it to the old man to fill the charcoal.

A charcoal seller!

A hundred and forty-four words.

Between the lines, there is no flowery rhetoric, but the whole book is catchy and easy to understand, even if it is read to an old man and old lady who is old and has not read a book, the old man and the old lady can understand what is written in this poem.

As soon as the psalm is completed, the glow shines, rises in the sky, and turns into a splendid cloud.

When Du Gongzi pondered carefully, the splendid clouds changed again, rolling and tumbling, like boiling water, the clouds rolled up, and the glow of the sun suddenly converged together, turning into a sky-high seven-colored divine light and heading straight to the infinitely high sky.

Floating characters in mid-air.

Wenguang shoots the rainbow!

This piece of divine light stopped for half a cup of tea in mid-air before slowly dissipating.

"Oh my God, am I going to prosper in Dawei City?"

"In the Dongmei Poetry Society, there are five poems of sunset breeding, floating shadows in the sky, and now there is a super long poem of light shining on the sun, which is simply God bless me Weicheng. ”

"I don't know who wrote such a famous article, I must go and visit it!"

"This person can write poems for an old man who sells charcoal to reprimand the Li family, and he has his own furrow in his chest. ”

"Weicheng Xiongcai, generous home!"

As soon as this piece of charcoal seller came out, many people were amazed.

This poem is too simple.

It's too popular.

It's like everyone can write it.

However, after many readers put pen to paper, they could not write this kind of back-to-basic, unconventional poems, and only then did they know that the author's cleverness was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Weicheng is going to produce a great talent in poetry!" In the Yunqi Academy in Weicheng, Master Chen leaned on the tall building alone, and also saw the rainbow in the sky.

"Such a person must win over my Yunqi Academy!"

Chen Fuzi sighed for a while, and immediately asked people to check it out to see who made such a famous article.

"This kind of poem is not much more than Yang Chen's Meixue poem in the Winter Plum Poetry Club, and even surpasses it!" Mr. Lu of Sanwei Academy silently recited the charcoal seller, and he couldn't help but praise after reciting it.

"I can't imagine that Weicheng has produced a Yang Chen, and there is such a talent, this Weicheng is really favored by the world's talents, and it is destined to be famous all over the world in the future, maybe there will really be a great power to read and seal the gods. ”

Reading is the highest goal in the hearts of all readers.

"Charcoal seller, good, good, this poem is well written, but why is it going to the Li family?" In a courtyard of Weicheng Wenbao, under a plum forest, sat a middle-aged literati, the literati had a very good spiritual temperament, a pair of slender eyes, a thin figure, and slender fingers.

He is the head of Weicheng Wenbao, and he is Xue Daolin.

"Just now, the people of the Li family asked me to report on the Dongmei Poetry Club and suppress the literary name called Yang Chen, but the Dongmei Poetry Club has produced several classic poems, and if I report it later, there will be a lot of pressure. ”

"However, I can also withstand these pressures! But this one, the poem of Wenguang Shining on the Sun, if it is not reported, it will greatly affect the credibility of the newspaper, but I don't care about offending the Li family, I must publish it. ”

"Even if I don't report it, many people have already seen it. ”

"I just don't know who this person is, and I have to investigate it immediately. ”

Li family compound.

Look at the psalms of the rainbow of the sun.

Old Man Li didn't mean to be happy at all, and he didn't jump like thunder at all.

But a face, but gloomy and terrible.

It seems that you can pinch out the water with a casual pinch.

The current Li family is a little unhappy, it can be said that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the boat was late and encountered a head wind.

It is the blessing that does not bring disaster alone!

The matter of the Dongmei Poetry Club has not subsided, and another incident has come to invade.

"Come on, go and see who went out to sell charcoal today, and then expelled them from the Li family, tied them up, and took them to the old man who bought charcoal to apologize, if the old man does not forgive them, don't let them come back alive, cut them down to make fertilizer. ”

"As for the housekeeper who asked the two of them to buy charcoal, they will be fined half a year's money to see the after-effects. ”

A faint voice, with a sinister aura.

Someone is going to do it right now.

"Since something like this happened to attract everyone's attention, maybe we can take advantage of the chaos to make Yang Chen disappear, my Li family's tiger whiskers are not something that a dog or a cat can pick up at will. ”

"Since Xiao Gang sent someone to invite the spirit child, this is not bad, with them coming forward, it is good to kill Yang Chen without knowing it. ”

A sneer and cruelty flashed on Old Man Li's face.

can be in charge of the family, and Old Man Li is naturally not a soft-hearted person.

For the sake of the Li family, killing someone is not a big deal for him.

What's more, it's a genius who hasn't grown up.

Faintly, Old Man Li was a little excited in his heart.

"My Li family has been operating in Weicheng for several generations, and they have always been convinced by virtue, but those who are not convinced are dead!"