"It's a song of reverberation!"

Zong Futai suddenly spoke, sighed, and then a look on his face changed, "It's all to blame for some jumping clowns, so that this good song of revenge has become a half-que, and it can't show its power, it's really a sinner of my Yan Kingdom." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Han Saijiu, Professor Xi, and Zhang Zhubo all whispered the lyrics and songs, and the expressions on their faces became excited with the sound of the words.

"Good words, really peerless words!" Zhang Zhu pinched his beard and exclaimed.

"A good word, even if it is only half a que, is also a good word. Professor Xi looked excited, as if he had made the poem.

Han Saijiu was silent, forced by the gaze of several old pedants, and then said in admiration.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am different from what you see. Our scribes are different from the warriors, the martial arts inheritance lasted for thousands of years, swords, guns, swords, halberds, fists, feet, clubs, eighteen kinds of weapons are inherited, the martial arts system, the experience of the teacher is all extremely detailed and rich, so in the low-level civil and military competition, our generation of scribes is always the losing side. ”

"First, when my generation of literati and humanities is low, his physique is not as good as that of a martial artist, and his talent for protecting his body is even more shallow, and it is difficult to compare with the true qi of a martial artist. What's more, my generation of scribes did not have poetry suitable for exerting the power of literary position, and now I have half a word of words, which gives me a glimmer of hope. Even if this boy only made such a poem when he was a child, he did enough to raise the power of our scribes. I believe that if you are in Yanzhou City, this young man will not only do this one word. ”

Han Saijiu pinched his chin and looked at the few old guys around him, his face full of anticipation.

Zongfutai took the lead in slapping Han Saijiu, and said with admiration on his face: "I can't complain that you old guy can be promoted to the rank of Jinshiwen, my old man is still a man after half his life, your old guy is not an ordinary old plan." Old man Han is right, we have to do more of our own strength to promote this kid's literary fame, and there are more people who ask him, I don't believe that he can make a few more poems. ”

Professor Xi agreed with several people, and said loudly that he would promote the literary name of Huangliang when he went back, and spread the literary name of Huangliang to Yanzhou City through this water-tuned song.

Zhang Zhubo pinched his beard, looked at the direction where Huang Liang disappeared, and his old face was full of elegant smiles, "Water tune song head, water tune song head, good words, if only there was a whole que!"

Huang Liang didn't know that he was about to become famous in Yanzhou, he had just written half a poem, Zhong Ling didn't know how to write and play, the sixth child was a real child, the literary position was not much worse than Huang Liang, and it could still be distinguished how good the water tune song head was.

"Brother Liang, what is the second half of the word? Read it out and let my brother and I appreciate it, it's really a good word, **** Li Dexin actually said that bullshit is not as good, tomorrow he will wait to become a street rat in Guozijian. ”

Lao Liu grabbed Huang Liang's arm and didn't let him go, his tone was full of pride, as if it was not Huang Liang who made the poem, but him.

"Brother Liang, you don't know, when I was still in the military department, I dealt with those old and rough soldiers, and every time I went to the barracks, I was pulled by them to learn, especially some bastards from the Yanling faction, who saw that I had a literary position, and bullied me, and every time I was bruised and swollen. Alas, I don't complain about anything, I just complain that my sixth brother doesn't know a few powerful poems, and he can't do those martial artists. ”

Through these days of understanding, Huang Liang began to know that this world is special, literati and martial artists are juxtaposed, martial artists have martial arts, literati have poetry and songs, the same physical fitness, killing fiercely. Here, when it comes to both civil and military skills, that is a real master, and it is definitely no problem to fight one piece.

The sixth child has been mixed in the government for so many years, and he has been mixed in several departments of the yamen, and when he was in the military department in the past, he suffered a lot of losses, and now he is still haunted.

"Brother Liang, you haven't finished writing this poem, I don't know what type of word it is, but I see that the first half of the text is beautiful and far-reaching, so it must be a good word. If it's a word to improve your talent, then you don't need to tell me the second half, I'm not interested. If it's an offensive poem, you must tell me the second half of the que, I learned it today, and I'll call Luo Zhutou at the dinner table later. ”

Huang Liang heard that he was sweating profusely, and he could know what type of poem the water tune song head was, even if it was a Wendao sage out of the mountain, he couldn't tell what type of poem he had never written, and only when the scribe practiced this poem, would he know what kind of poem it was.

Zhong Ling took Huang Liang's arm and walked forward, "Hurry up, Laifeng Lou will deliver the banquet soon, I have to quickly warm the water, the food is not good if it is cold, snub the guests." ”

The sixth came to his senses, Zhong Ling was reminding himself in a roundabout way, and hurried to ask Luo to catch his head.

Huang Liang heard that he wanted to go with the sixth child, but the sixth child was thinking about giving more courtesy, how could he let Huang Liang follow. With the same vision as the old six monkey spirits, he was very sure that Huang Liang would definitely soar and become a generation of literary heroes, or even a saint of literature and Taoism. Now, if you don't take advantage of the opportunity to leave some favors here in Huangliang, after tonight, you will definitely have no chance to help tomorrow.

The sixth child left, Huang Liang and Zhong Lingxiang followed home, there were many vendors on both sides of the road, snacks, sugar people, rouge gouache, everything, a market scene.

Zhong Ling jumped up and down in the crowd, floating among the vendors, picking up the candy man for a while, picking up the rouge box for a while, shaking a rattle for a while, giggling and asking if the sorghum looked good.

However, no matter whether Huang Liang said that it was good-looking or not good-looking, Zhong Ling would put it down, and walked away by himself in the regretful voice of the vendor.

"Brother, let's buy some vegetables and go back, there are still two eggs at home, I'll boil some egg soup at night to make up for your nutrition." These days, you are working in the yamen, and everyone is tired and thin, so you need to eat more. ”

Zhong Ling squatted in front of a vegetable stall and said to Huang Liang while inspecting the fresh spinach.

Huang Liang's eyes were a little moist, and just now next to the stall of rouge gouache, he picked up the box of rouge twice, and put it down twice, not for anything else, just because his family was poor. A box of rouge is 100 Wen, if it is a good one, it can get 130 Wen, and a box of ordinary banquet noodles in Fenglou is only 300 Wen, Zhong Ling is making a careful calculation.

At the door of Luo Zhutou's house, the sixth child tugged on Luo Zhutou's sleeve and said with a red face.

"Lao Luo, this time you have to give me face, if you don't give me face, you have to go, Brother Liang was brought into the yamen by me, and now I have something to ask you, I have come out to beg you, you are still here to be sloppy. You have to go today, and if you don't go, you have to go. ”

Luo Zhutou's son Luo Wen walked in quickly with a piece of rice paper in his hand, and when he saw the two people pulling, he hurriedly leaned to the side, as if he was afraid that the two would break the rice paper in his hand.

Luo Zhutou was a little unhappy, I don't know if it was because of the pull of the sixth child, or because of his son's unreliability, Lao Luo was very angry.

"What's the treasure of a piece of broken rice paper, it's really, more precious than your old man!"

Lao Luo's son was very dissatisfied and said: "Dad, what do you know, rice paper is not valuable, what is valuable is the poems on rice paper." Today in Laifeng Tower, a senior named Huang Liang wrote this half of the words, and won the praise of Han Sacrifice Wine and Zongfutai, I have to study hard, and I can use it in fights and brawls in the future. ”

"Huangliang?Han sacrificial wine and Zongfutai's praise, this!"

Luo Zhutou was a little dizzy, these are all famous people in Yanzhou City, and they would even praise Huang Liang's poems! Wait, Huang Liang?

Turning his gaze to the sixth child, Luo Zhutou asked uncertainly: "Sixth son, is the Liang brother you are talking about?"

The sixth man patted his chest, "Of course, I just came from Fenglou." ”

Luo Zhutou was overjoyed when he heard this, grabbed the sixth child and walked out, "Let's go, go to dinner, I'll go to dinner with you, hurry up, sixth son!"

Lao Luo's son heard the screams of the six sons being dragged away from outside the door, and muttered to himself, "Daddy, what's the matter, I'm in a hurry to go to someone else's house to eat!"