Yang Chen defeated the village bully Yang Dawei, who was majestic and imposing.

Several parents of children who also hugged the thatch on Yang Chen's house, for fear that Yang Chen would be ruthless, even trained them together.

One by one, they are cautious, and they are not accompanied.

"Forget it, forget it. ”

Looking at the few parents who came up around.

Yang Chen waved his hand helplessly.

"It's all children who don't understand, forget it this time. ”

He glanced back at his thatched cottage with the skylight exposed.

Yang Chen smiled bitterly:

"There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are not moving, and they are as safe as mountains!"

"Let's disperse, take care of your children in the future. ”

"I'll go and fix the house myself. ”

Yang Chen turned around and left.

In front of his house.

I picked a few thick thatches, climbed up the house, and covered the roof in the open air.

After the repair.

Simply take the leftover food from yesterday and heat it up.

Breakfast is so simple to deal with after a meal.

Yang Chen took the manuscript of the charcoal seller he wrote yesterday and headed towards the newspaper.

The newspaper office of Weicheng Wenbao is located in a secluded place in Weicheng, and few people come and go except for the readers who come to submit articles.

A big yard, several houses.

The yard is planted with evergreen evergreens, green and full of vitality.

Xue Daolin and other people in the newspaper have already begun to work, sorting out the manuscripts submitted by yesterday's readers.

"There are many good poems in the Dongmei Poetry Club!"

"The red plum written by Dongguo Sihai, one of the four princes of Weicheng, is simply amazing. ”

"Listen to me!"

"Tao Li Mo is jealous, the talent is different, there is still frost and snow, and he is not very red!"

"It is worthy of being the first of the four princes, this red plum let him write absolutely amazing, I heard that when the poem was written, the inspiration was born by itself, and the content of this poem was even more floating, and the readers present saw it. ”

"Dongguo Sihai is good, but Lin Shu's writing is also good, if it weren't for the demonic genius who came out later, Lin Shushu's poem Feixue is definitely a poem that is overwhelming the audience, and no one can beat it. ”

"The snow brings the spring breeze, and Pei Hui is chaotic. Jun seems to be a flower, biased in the east of Weicheng. Look at this poem, the spring snow written in this poem is extremely wonderful, and the flying snow and spring breeze can be connected together, it is really a genius in the sky, and it has never been sent before. ”

"It's just a pity, the two geniuses shot at the same time, but they were robbed of all the light by the demon who rushed out. ”

Speaking of that demonic genius.

The entire newspaper was silent.

When the newspaper was issued, it vigorously praised the Dongmei Poetry Society, and enthusiastically praised the two poems of Dongguo Sihai and Lin Shushu, but for the four poems of the demon that were more classic than the other, they were brushed aside.

The content of the poem is not mentioned, and the name of the poet is not mentioned.

Many discerning people can see it at a glance.

This is someone who wants to rectify Yang Chen.

Some of the people present, some of them knew that in the Xiyuan Poetry Club, Yang Chen offended Li Dagongzi.

Therefore, the name of the person who wants to rectify Yang Chen is about to come out.

"It's just a pity, a generation of demons has just shocked the audience, but it is going to end gloomily!"

Finally someone spoke.

"However, such a demon is destined to be unsuppressed, and I don't know what Xue Daolin thinks, don't let the newspaper be stinky for 10,000 years because of this. ”

"Mei Xue did not refuse to descend in the spring, and the pen fee of the Sao Ren Pavilion was commented. The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance. Such a psalm is delicious to read, evoking reverie, and is destined to be famous all over the world. ”

"Yes, there is also the poem 'Don't let people praise the good color, only leave the pure air full of goodness', which shows the poet's contempt for vulgarity, self-reliance, and self-appreciation. is also extraordinary, this poem has suppressed all the Weicheng scholars who have gone to Xiyuan. ”

"With this person, the light of the same generation of scholars in Weicheng will be covered by him. ”

"What is this, I heard that after he went back, he saw that the Li family was doing evil, and he shot out in a rage, and after he made a move, he wrote a charcoal seller to mock the Li family. ”

"No one can stop this man's light!"

"It's useless to rely on suppression, I'm afraid that I will become more and more frustrated. ”

In the newspaper office, some readers secretly talked about it.

These people are much more well-informed than ordinary people.

At this time.

Yang Chen walked in.

After looking inside, he asked lightly:

"Is this where the newspaper is located?"

The people inside were stunned.

The vast majority of people looked back and took a look.

This look.

No one turned around.

The people in this have already heard of Yang Chen's appearance.

At this time, when I saw this young scholar who didn't talk like this, I instantly thought that this person was Yang Chen, a talented man who was famous for his poetry in Weicheng.

"Yes!"

Immediately, someone who was more clever reacted, and walked quickly in front of Yang Chen, with a smile on his face:

"May I ask if you are Yang Chen, are you here to submit a poem?"

Yang Chen was a little surprised, and said: "I didn't expect that there are still people here who know me, yes, I came here to submit a manuscript of a poem I wrote, please take a look, is there a chance for this manuscript to be printed in the newspaper?"

As he spoke, he handed over the manuscript of the poem he had written to the charcoal seller.

There was a light in this man's eye.

Stared at the manuscript of the poem in Yang Chen's hand.

Took it.

After observing it, he whispered: "The face is full of dust and smoke, and the temples are pale and the fingers are 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. A foot of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to roll ice ruts......"

Shaking his head, he was frustrated.

It's a joy to read.

While reading, he scolded: "I really can't imagine that a scholarly family like the Li family would actually do such a despicable thing, an old man who sells charcoal is going to be black, which is even more terrible than demons and monsters." ”

Someone next to him suddenly said: "Hehe, the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, there are so many descendants of the Li family, it is inevitable that there are two black sheep, I heard that the old man Li has expelled the two subordinates from the house, and ordered the two to go to the old man who sold charcoal to ask for guilt." ”

"It is worthy of a scholarly family, with a profound background, a courteous literary quality, and then a gentleman. ”

"Li Xiang, you don't understand the whole thing, don't talk nonsense, everyone is the same, it's not my and other scholars. ”

"You go and take Brother Yang to find Xue Daolin, this poem manuscript will naturally be reviewed by Xue Daolin. ”

Li Xiang said in a loud voice: "I still review a yarn, it's not that I said, in our entire Weicheng, there may not be one who can surpass Brother Yang in writing poetry." ”

"His poem, after the poem is completed, the light of the text shines on the rainbow, if such a poem is not qualified to be reported, other poems are not qualified. ”

Li Xiang shook his head: "Why don't you say more, this audit belongs to Xue Dao Lin, and whatever he says is what it is." ”