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Chapter 45 Zhao Shouzheng, a poet of the Kuyin School

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    Although Fan Datong is a prison student who donated money, he has been in prison for ten years and actually wrote this kind of poem. He is really a fool

    "Just laugh." This guy is so shameless, but he can still laugh.

    "It's enough for you!" Zhao Shouzheng finally couldn't listen any more. He suddenly stood up and supported Fan Datong: "My dear brother can't write poems well, how can you do it? In the two hundred years of the Ming Dynasty's poetry world, there is one poem  Can you compare with the Tang and Song dynasties? It¡¯s just a fifty step and a hundred step!¡±

    There was total silence in the arena, and even the poet monk Xuelang looked embarrassed.  Because although Zhao Shouzheng's words are exaggerated, for example, Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal" does not allow Song poetry to be exclusively beautiful, but after all, such masterpieces are rare. Compared with the Tang, Song and even the Yuan Dynasty, the poetry world of the Ming Dynasty is indeed mediocre

    "Second Master Zhao also has a young master's temper. He only wants to target that one person, and he insists on firing map cannons."  This is so good that everyone is afraid to write poetry Although there are only a few excellent poems in this dynasty, it is an indisputable fact.  But if you see through it, you can¡¯t tell it off, otherwise how can the poetry club continue?  Monk Xuelang still needs to raise funds.

    Seeing that the situation was quiet, the judge was panicked at first. After seeing that Zhao Shouzheng was also wearing a blue shirt, he sneered disdainfully and said: "You are companions, I guess you are also a idiot who donated to prison. You know what rhyme is and what meter is."  , how to use allusions and how to transform allusions?"

    First, he stepped down on Mr. Zhao¡¯s identity, and then he said proudly: ¡°With so many celebrities, civil servants, and gentry, it¡¯s your turn as a little supervisor to comment?¡±

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????"That's right, if you have the ability to compose a song, maybe you will also be a limerick poet."

    "That's it, you first write a poem that rhymes with the same tune, and let everyone see if you are qualified and judge us!"

    "Write poetry, write poetry, write poetry!"

    Now all the targets are turned towards Mr. Zhao.

    Fan Datong was also angry now. It was okay for others to look down on him, but they could not look down on his brother. He patted Zhao Shouzheng on the shoulder and said loudly:

    "What's so difficult about this? My brother is so talented that he can write a poem in seven steps!"

    "Oh" Everyone gasped when they heard this, and they couldn't figure out the details of Zhao Shouzheng.  I wonder if he is really an expert here to cause trouble?

    "Brother, use your well-spoken skills to calm these guys who look down on others." Fan Datong encouraged Zhao Shouzheng while looking at him expectantly.

    But seeing Zhao Shou looking troubled, he whispered: "I don't know how to write any poems"

    "Ah, those poems that big brother chants all day long" Fan Datong was dumbfounded.

    "Those are all poems from the ancients, so you, an ignorant person, thought they were written by me." Zhao Shouzheng told him the truth with a wry smile.

    ??~~

    The imperial examination in the Ming Dynasty did not include poems. Zhao Shouzheng had been concentrating on his career these years and still failed to pass, so naturally he would not spend more time on it.  However, as the saying goes, "If you are familiar with 300 Tang poems, you will slip away if you don't know how to compose poetry." If you have to ask him to compose poetry, it's not that he can't hold it in.  But Zhao Shouzheng was very clear-headed at the moment and knew that if he did it, it would be better not to do it!

    With the current atmosphere, these people can only shut up if they come up with a masterpiece that is eye-catching.  An ordinary work will definitely be criticized.

    "Can Mr. Zhao come up with a masterpiece?"  Obviously not He knew that if he reluctantly composed a song, he would definitely be ridiculed if he used the wrong rhyme or the wrong allusion, or if the words failed to convey the meaning.

    "For example, Fan Datong's poem will spread throughout Jinling in a few days.  He didn't want to make the same mistake again and become the laughing stock of others. How could he take part in the scientific examination?

    "Ah" Only then did Fan Datong realize that he had lifted a rock and hit his brother's foot.

    "What? Isn't it possible to make a poem in seven steps? If it doesn't work, it doesn't hurt to take a few more steps" The judge saw Zhao Shouzheng's weak nature and pressed harder and harder.

    "My dear brother doesn't know, students are not talented." Zhao Shouzheng made up his mind that he would never write poetry today, so he said shamelessly: "I am from the Kuyin Sect"

    "Pfft" Everyone couldn't help but chuckle, but they couldn't make as much noise as before.

    Because the so-called "Kuyin School" is actually a major school of poetry founded by the poet sages and carried forward by Jia Dao and Meng Jiao.

    After all, there are only a handful of people who are born with poetic talents who can write a poem in seven steps.  If most poets want to write a good poem, they need to have an extremely rigorous and serious attitude, think over every word and sentence repeatedly, and practice it over time.  This is the saying "two sentences are gained in three years, one chant brings tears".

    Especially in the poetry world of this dynasty, there is no one who can beat him.  Everyone, including Xuelang, participated in the poetry meeting as a proposal.?I spent several days searching for chapters, excerpting sentences, and preparing poems. Aren't they all from the Kuyin school?

    ???????????? But how could that Juren just give up?  He looked at Zhao Shouzheng with a sneer and said, "Are you worthy of being a member of the Kuyin Sect? I think you just can't write poems to make excuses!"

    "If you don't believe it, I have nothing to say." Zhao Shouzheng spread his hands and rolled his eyes.

    Fan Datong on the side saw Zhao Shouzheng suppressing the situation, and immediately said to the judge in a humble manner: "It seems that Xiongtai is not a Kuyin sect. Why don't you compose a poem on the spot and let us learn from it?"

    "This" That Juren himself didn't have much poetic talent. He panicked subconsciously, but he soon woke up and said angrily: "Don't change the subject!"

    The two sides were frozen there.  Xue Lang couldn't stand it any longer. He was also the master of this room, so how could he embarrass the guests?  Then he came over and came to the rescue with a smile:

    "It doesn't matter, the poetry meeting will be held for three days in a row. My husband can just go back and think it over carefully. He doesn't care about composing poems or lyrics. It will be the same if he comes back tomorrow or the day after."

    "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow and let you open your eyes!"

    Seeing the steps coming down, Zhao Shouzheng immediately dropped a few words and walked away with Fan Datong.

    ??~~

    The story is divided into two parts, Caijia Lane.

    Zhao Shouzheng went to attend a cultural gathering today, and Zhao Hao also had a lot of things to do.

    At noon, the furniture and floor tiles he ordered will be delivered.  Before that, I have to go and say thank you to the old commander

    That afternoon, Gao Tiejian replied that the old boss told him that the owner was no longer in Nanjing, and he entrusted him to sell it on his behalf, and the transaction could be completed for only fifty taels.

    This price can be said to be a waste.

    Housing prices in Nanjing are extremely high, and a similarly large house by the Qinhuai River cannot be purchased for 800 taels of silver.  Even a slightly newer house in Caijia Lane costs more than a hundred taels, which is not as spacious as this yard.  If the owner hadn't been away and the house had fallen into disrepair, this price would never have been available.

    Zhao Hao was now relatively wealthy, so he immediately took out fifty taels of silver and asked Gao Tiejian and Lao Jia to go to the Yamen to transfer the property deed.

    When he returned home last night, Gao Tiejian had already placed the completed house deed in front of Zhao Hao.

    Zhao Hao didn¡¯t expect that the matter would be done so quickly. He thought it would only take three to five days.

    Seeing that the furniture was about to be delivered, if I didn¡¯t thank Mr. A in person, I would be gossiped about.

    Now that his home is full of supplies, he picked out a few gifts and prepared to visit the old commander.

    Lao Jia¡¯s elder family lived across the bridge, and Gao Wu led the way carrying gifts.

    When he was about to cross the bridge, Zhao Hao saw the old man eating porridge at the breakfast stall.

    Zhao Hao then went over to greet him, smiled at Mr. Jia and said, "I was about to come to thank you, but I don't want to meet Mr. Jia here."

    "Young Master Zhao is so polite." The old man was even more polite to Zhao Hao than last time. He stood up and asked him to sit down and have breakfast together.

    ??~~

    At the breakfast stall, only Lao Zhang and the old man from last time were eating porridge, and there was no other business.

    Qiaoqiao squatted by the bridge, caught the dishes and chopsticks that her mother had washed along the river, and placed them neatly in the basket.

    Seeing Zhao Hao coming, she stood up happily and wanted to say hello.

    However, Zhao Hao walked directly in front of the old commander without seeing him at all.  The girl didn't know why, but she felt a little unhappy, so she turned away and pretended not to see it.

    Her father was very attentive. He happened to have no work at hand, so he came over to say a few words and asked, "What do you need, Master, today?"

    Zhao Hao looked at the empty breakfast stall strangely, and then looked up at the sky. The morning glow has not dispersed yet, so why is the business still so bleak?

    Having said that, he has been here a few times, and it seems that business has never been better

    Mr. Zhao, who was good at talking, would not poke anyone's pain, so he ordered a lot of food with a smile, and also ordered a few things for the old man and his old man.

    The stall owner could naturally tell that he was taking care of his own business, so he couldn't help but thank him with gratitude, and then hurried over to get busy.

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