Hearing Mr. Tang's three words, there was a sound in the backyard, and a young man with a slightly pale face rushed out with surprise on his face.

"Where is Mr. Tang?" I beg for forgiveness!" the young man said respectfully at the gate.

It turns out that his cousin is at home, Ye Xingyuan is really speechless about the virtue of this family. Eighty percent of young people are even more ignorant, too lazy to entertain their "poor relatives" in the countryside, so they simply don't show up.

Even Madame Lu put down her work and looked at the door with her eyes blank - they probably forgot that there was still a relative and guest at home.

Master Lu was the first to enter, he was wearing a round-necked shirt, and he had a smile on his face. When he saw his son coming out, he immediately showed a little doting, as if he had bought a favorite toy for his son.

Ye Xingyuan knew that his cousin had opened a wine shop, and the situation had been good in the past few years, but when he saw it from afar, he only felt that his cousin's face was a little richer, but his face was still vaguely recognizable.

It's just that what kind of person is this Mr. Tang that makes this family of three so excited? Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but be a little curious.

Immediately behind Master Lu was a tall scholar, wearing a tattered Xiucai square scarf, wearing a green shirt, but his sleeves were stained with oil, his face was three or four points drunk, and his steps were slightly staggering. But this person's popularity is not restrained and shabby, but a little crazy to look down on all beings.

Ye Xingyuan recalled several talents in the township, which one was not dignified and serious, and how could he have such a crazy appearance?

I have to say that Ye Xingyuan has lived in the mountains for a long time, and the fashionable fashion in this city is still a little unable to keep up. The road to the imperial examination is long and long, and a few stucks in the middle may be decades. Some scholars have worked hard all their lives, their hair is gray, and after all, they still have some bad luck, and it is difficult to have a name on the emperor's list, so they have to use poetry and wine to drown their sorrows and let loose their wreckage.

In these places where the competition in the imperial examinations was fierce and the literary style was at its peak, an atmosphere was gradually formed, not only middle-aged people with no hope for the future, but also young talents, who were also proud of their unruliness. If you blindly study and behave in an old-fashioned and square manner, you will be ridiculed.

Today, Mr. Tang Shiyan Tang, who was invited by Master Lu, is a great figure in the talent circle of Hanjiang Mansion, this person was famous for his poetry when he was young, and he was very talented, and he was less than 20 years old when he was a talented man, and he was regarded as a very promising talent in this house.

I don't want to make people worse, it's more than ten years in a flash, not to mention the nomination of the emperor's list, even if it's a lifter, I can't catch it, I can only sigh that my luck is not good.

This person has passed the year of establishment, and gradually lost the interest in the exam, usually prostitutes drink and do everything, leaving a lot of fresh and new lyrics and songs, and it can be regarded as a famous talent in Hanjiang Mansion, and it is a famous person in this province.

And the son of the Lu family has somehow moved his thoughts in the past few days, clamoring to catch up with the fashion to learn poetry, and he also wants to learn from this Mr. Tang by name. Mr. and Mrs. Lu have always doted on their son, and since their baby son was born as a child, they have to find a way to pick off the moon in the sky.

Master Tang is good at wine, but he is short of money, and he doesn't know how much wine he has in the hands of Master Lu. When I came to drink again on this day, I became a self-imposed trap, and was dragged alive by Master Lu, and finally reluctantly followed to Lu's house.

Mr. Tang burped, opened his half-drunk eyes, but saw two young people, so he turned his head and asked Master Lu: "I said that I only taught your son to compose poetry, why did you have another one? This has to be counted separately, teach one more, and give me thirty catties of apricot blossom wine!"

Master Lu was also stunned, but he didn't expect that there would be more young people in the family, so he asked Mrs. with his eyes.

Mrs. Lu felt sorry for the wine money, and hurriedly explained, "Mr. Tang has misunderstood, there is an extra relative in the countryside of my lord, where does he know how to compose poetry? ”

Lu Gongzi Lu Wei nodded hurriedly, "Exactly, Mr. Tang doesn't have to worry about him, Mr. Tang's quatrain is not shocking and endless, which is rare in the world." The younger generation is sincere in studying, and I hope that Mr. Tang will give you some advice. ”

Ye Xingyuan had nothing to say to the family, so he was too lazy to entangle, so he stepped forward and saluted the landing master, "I am Ye Xingyuan of Qianshan Village, I haven't seen my cousin for more than ten years, and I came to see you today." Since there is something in my cousin's house, I will leave my nephew first. ”

Say it clearly, and then hurry up and flash people, what they like to do and what they want to do, it has nothing to do with themselves, Ye Xingyuan thought.

"Oh oh" Uncle Lu sighed twice, and his face was a little embarrassed. He remembered Ye Xingyuan, when he was young, he walked the streets to sell grain and wine, and often settled at his cousin-in-law's house in Qianshan Village, so the relationship between the two families is not far away.

It's just that he developed later and settled in Fucheng, and the Ye family became more and more corrupt, and there were fewer contacts between the two families. Later, I only went to the funeral once when my cousin-in-law was buried and gave two coins of silver, and I never saw Ye Cuizhi and Ye Xingyuan's sisters and brothers again, so I naturally couldn't recognize this young man for a while.

In front of outsiders, Master Lu didn't want to show too little affection, so he coughed dryly and said, "Since my nephew is here, what are you doing in a hurry?" You don't have to pay attention to your cousin's study, and sit down, sit down!"

At this time, it is still the matter of his son, a young man in a mountain village like Ye Xingyuan, entertaining him to eat a few more pieces of meat and drink a few glasses of wine, he will naturally be happy, what is it worth?

It seems that this tasteless meal has to be eaten. Ye Xingyuan was helpless, so he had to sit back in the corner, anyway, the family was all around Mr. Tang, and he continued to sit in a state of fugue by himself.

When Mr. Tang heard that he was missing thirty catties of apricot blossom wine, he couldn't help sighing, glanced at Lu Gongzi's eyes, and his maniac's demeanor was fully revealed: "Look at your appearance, you are stupid in reading, your heart is blocked, and you don't know the world, I'm afraid that you are not a person who can make poetry." ”

He casually found a chair and sat down, took the fragrant tea that Master Lu offered with kindness, and said: "The so-called poetry has no ambition, no joy is detached, and no detached words, since you want to learn poetry, then let me ask you first, why do you want to learn to compose poetry?"

Lu Gongzi was caught off guard by the question, and he was dumbfounded for a while, and he couldn't answer. He has his own reason to learn poetry in his heart, and to put it bluntly, he can't do without the word "merry", but how can this be announced in front of his parents?

When Master Lu saw his son's stunned appearance, he immediately became anxious, and hurriedly answered for his son, "Poetry is based on words, our family Weier has great ambitions in his heart, so he wants to use poetry to speak, but the words are simple, so I want to learn from you, Mr. Tang."

He also read a few books when he was young, and he was even more eloquent when he entered the house, but he still had some meaning. Mr. Tang glanced at him and muttered softly, "What kind of ambition? At this time, you want to learn poetry from me, just the so-called temporary cramming, isn't it for the golden autumn oiran to show romance?"

Mr. Tang was already vague when he was half-drunk, and after lowering his voice, Master Lu and Mrs. Lu naturally didn't hear clearly. Only Lu Gongzi had a ghost in his heart, and when he faintly heard the word Oiran, he was startled in his heart, and peeked at his parents, and saw that they had no special reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Gongzi knew that he couldn't hide his thoughts from Mr. Tang, and there was a pleading look on his face, "Sir, I know that my qualifications are dull and unbearable, so I just ask Mr. to look at my sincere face and mention a few words, so that I can learn one-tenth of Mr., and it is enough." ”

He said a few words vaguely before a piece of sincerity, his expression was full of pleading, expecting that Mr. Tang would be able to help him in the face of his wine.

Mr. Tang understood, and sighed deeply, "I already know your intentions, just writing poetry, talent first, hard work is second." Since you must learn, and you must seek a quick way, I drank your father's wine, and I will always give you a trick. ”

Hearing the words "clever method", Lu Gongzi's heart was full of joy, and he couldn't wait to throw himself to the ground, "I ask Mr. Tang to give me advice!"

Mr. Tang nodded, and said with a straight face: "In this case, I will teach you a method." ”

He took out a broken book from his arms and sent it to Cousin Lu, "I have a copy of "The Complete Works of Wei Shizhi" here, you choose one hundred of his five-character poems to read, and then choose two or three hundred of Zhou Wenzheng's seven laws to memorize, and one or two hundred seven-word quatrains of Shen Xiang in this book, with these three people as the foundation.

Take a look at the poems of Chen, Gu, Yang, and Mo, and memorize the flower collection, even if you don't have this qualification, but at least you can make a few crooked poems, and the elegant hall is naturally not available, but it is enough to coax the little girl who has not seen it. ”

Ye Xingyuan nodded beside him, this method is applicable in ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, the so-called familiar reading of 300 Tang poems, can not compose poems and chant. Newcomers who really want to learn to compose poetry naturally start from rote memorization, gradually have a sense of poetry, and become poems when they write down.

Cousin Lu had a bitter face, and couldn't help but calculate: "Shouldn't you memorize thousands of poems?" It's only two months in total, how can you memorize so much?"

"Duh!" Mr. Tang was furious, eager to hit him on the head with a stick, "You stupid thing! That's a lot? This is a quick method, and it's just a fool for you! If you really want to learn poetry, how can you get a glimpse of the way without memorizing thousands of famous poems? Not to mention that you are not a person with outstanding talents, even if you are a young talent, that person will definitely work hard in secret."

It is said that there was a young poet Ye Xingyuan in Guiyang County recently, and the sentence "nothing knots concentric fireworks are unbearable to cut" wrote all the resentments, which attracted the whole city Qinglou to sing. Do you know how many famous poems these images of 'concentric,' 'fireworks,' and 'cutting' come from? How many poems he has read and how much hard work he has done?"

Ye Xingyuan was silently drinking tea in the corner, and suddenly heard Mr. Tang praising himself, but everyone didn't realize that he was the young talent in Mr. Tang's mouth, this feeling was extremely strange.

Mr. Tang shook his head and chanted the three-character poem that had been coaxed recently, and when he was halfway through the reading, he suddenly paused, as if he realized something.

He turned his head suddenly, looking at Ye Xingyuan, who was honestly sitting in the corner of the room, with a suspicious face, "Young man, what did you say your name just now?"

Mr. Tang did hear Ye Xingyuan report his name just now, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, until he started to talk about this newly rising young poet, he felt that this name was a little familiar, as if he had heard it just now?

Ye Xingyuan smiled bitterly, got up and bowed his hand to meet again: "Senior Tang! The junior is Ye Xingyuan of Qianshan Village, Guiyang County" Although it is a little embarrassing to be praised in person, the eldest husband has to stand and not change his name, and this can't deceive people.