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Volume 1, Chapter 421: Yan Cunzheng: Moonlight in a Bucket of Wells

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    Song Hui walked aside, pulled a soldier, lowered his voice, and said: "Go, hurry up and rush to Gongyuan immediately, and ask the young men who organized the poetry meeting there to come here immediately to participate in Guimoxuan's poetry meeting.  Just say that Mr. Qi Lusi is here too." The soldier turned to leave. Song Hui thought for a while and immediately said: "Remember a few of the questions and tell them when you go back and let them discuss it first. Don't come.  If you go here, you will lose yourself." After all, the soldier was from the Ministry of Rites. Although he was not a scholar, he was not illiterate. He turned around and recited the question silently several times, jumped on his horse and ran away.  Song Hui glanced back. Behind him, Qi Lusi was still raising his head, listening to everyone's poems, seemingly not paying attention to him. Then he felt relieved, grabbed a few other soldiers, and started giving orders again.  Song Hui left for a quarter of an hour before he came back, scratching his head.  "Master Qi, I asked thirty or forty people one after another, but no one knew who this young man was." Song Hui thought to Qi Lu.  "Oh?" Qi Lusi raised his eyebrows.  "I have already ordered my subordinates to investigate. The results will be available in half an hour at most" Song Hui paused and said, "Master Qi, today we" "Let's continue reading for now." Qi Lusi felt that this place was comparable.  Going to Gongyuan will give you a better understanding of the current situation of the entire Zaitian Mansion. His mission is to recruit more talents for the Kingdom of Heaven, and he also has the right and obligation to adjust the form and scale of the examination according to the form of Zaitian Mansion.  Let more talents who meet the standards be included in the system of the Celestial Kingdom.  And this poetry meeting undoubtedly provided him with such an opportunity.  Nearly all of the people present are participating in this college entrance examination. They don¡¯t know that their future examiner is here. If they knew, they would definitely go crazy.  And the people who know this are coming from Gongyuan at this time.  Yesterday, when Song Hui learned that Mr. Qi planned to inspect Gongyuan today, he quietly informed several young masters in Zaitian Mansion.  The laws of the Celestial Kingdom are strict. Except for a very small number of dignitaries with hereditary power, even for relatively high-ranking officials, their descendants must pass the imperial examination if they want to enter the official career. Although their own power can provide a lot of convenience for future generations,  But the first step to get started is that you have to take it.  Many officials in Zai Tian Mansion both love and hate Qi Lusi's arrival. What they love is that if their children perform well, they can directly go to Tianting, which will be of great benefit to future development.  What they hate is that because of Qi Lusi's arrival, the space for them to operate has become much smaller, and the talent and learning requirements for their children have become even higher.  As the head of the Ceremony Department, Song Hui naturally shouldered many important responsibilities, and he did not dare to neglect them. After all, many colleagues were looking at him eagerly. Yesterday, he asked these disciples to prepare a poetry meeting overnight.  In the hope that Qi Lu¡¯s ideas will be out of date, I¡¯ll take a look at it and leave a good impression.  At this moment, all his plans were disrupted, but after thinking about it, it was better to be able to show his face than not to have any way to show his face.  He asked the soldiers to tell the young men about the topic, and naturally asked them to prepare before coming over. None of these young men had a few talented staff, but they had many advantages over the people here who were born in the wild.  The Guimoxuan Poetry Association started in the morning. An hour later, more and more people gathered. Whether they were planning to participate in the upper class or just joining in the fun, they were surrounded from all directions.  And many vendors also smelled the smell. Suddenly there were many people selling food, drinks and fruits around, and it became very lively.  An old man with his trouser legs rolled up passed by carrying a load. Seeing the crowds here, he put down his load. However, he was a vegetable seller. Cabbage, cauliflower, water spinach, and a few carrots could barely be eaten as fruit, but he couldn't.  It's covered in mud and no one buys it.  He looked up from the side and clicked his pipe, hesitating in his heart whether he should leave or stay.  There was a sudden movement in the bamboo basket on one side of the load, and a little head popped out of it. It was his little grandson, who had fallen asleep in the bamboo basket and woke up at this moment.  The little grandson is about three or four years old. He has a small braid tied to the sky. There is also a red rope tied to the braid. His little face is red and stained with mud.  "Are you awake?" The old man lovingly stretched out his hand to wipe the mud off the little grandson's face. The little grandson stared at him with his big eyes, "Grandpa, where are you? There are so many people!" "They are competing in poetry.  Oh" The old man touched his grandson's head, "Good boy, grandpa, I will work hard to earn money so that when he grows up, he can study and participate in poetry contests" "How can Xiaobao care about his grandpa's ambitions?  His attention was drawn away by the vendor next to him who was shaking a rattle and carrying a stick of candied haws."Is Xiaobao hungry?" The old man touched the little guy's head. He hadn't eaten in the morning and was grunting alone. He touched his pockets and found not a single copper "Grandpa?" Xiaobao turned his head,  The two big glasses looked at his grandfather expectantly. The old man slowly took his hand back from his arms. Xiaobao seemed to know that his grandfather had no money, so he smiled and shook his head: "I'm not greedy, Xiaobao is not greedy, the candied haws is not delicious.  "The old man's eyes suddenly felt hot. He looked at the literati who were drinking wine and reciting poems to each other, and then looked at the mountains of silver nuggets, and suddenly he had an inexplicable impulse.  "Little treasure, be good, stay here and don't run around, you know?" The old man turned around and told the grandson sitting on the burden, took a deep breath, and stood up.  After standing up, he hesitated again, but then he looked back at his grandson's saliva and plucked up the courage. He walked to the place where the number was given, closed his eyes, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I want a number too, I want a number."  His name is Ti Erzhu. "Ti is a common surname in Zaitian Mansion. It is a surname resulting from the intermarriage between Han people and ethnic minorities. At first glance, this old man is just an ordinary hawker. When he shouted, everyone looked sideways.  Someone came over and said disgustedly: "Why is everyone here? Go and sell your vegetables!" The old man didn't dare to answer, but just laughed along with him: "I just want to try, can I earn some money?  The little grandson is buying candied haws. ""Is it just you? Don't be a nuisance here!" The scholar reached out and pushed him, but the old man didn't dare to resist and was pushed back.  "Old man, please keep your number plate!" The big man in charge of issuing number plates showed no prejudice. He stretched out his hand to stop the gentleman and handed over a number plate. The old man happily accepted it and walked to the nearest platform.  passed.  ¡°Old man, old man!¡± A voice suddenly came from above. The old man looked up in confusion and found that he was indeed being called.  "This way, it's easier here." Zi Baifeng pointed to the platform he climbed on.  "Really or not? Don't lie to me, young master." The old man was doubtful.  He also heard the poem that the young master just wrote, but he didn¡¯t understand a word of it. The writing was extremely high. In his opinion, as long as he couldn¡¯t understand it, it was naturally good.  "Of course I'm not lying to you, I just heard them reciting" Zi Baifeng chuckled. He was now highly cultivated, and once his realm expanded, how could the whole poem escape his ears and eyes?  Before these people came on stage, they would recite their poems to relatives and friends several times to ask for their opinions. Zi Baifeng listened to them all, so he naturally knew which side of the poem was the weakest.  In fact, he heard everything whether it was Qi Lusi or the conversation between the old man and his grandson.  Hearing the conversation between the old man and his grandson, Zi Baifeng could not help but recall the wandering years with Zijian.  Now those days are long gone, but he still can't see such a scene.  Your eyes will turn red when you see them.  Along with the old man was a scholar who looked to be in his thirties and had a bumpy face. He glanced at the old man and said with some dissatisfaction: "Can such a person participate?" "The sage said that there is no distinction between education and poetry.  The meeting is also open to everyone. "Although the big man who hosted the meeting looked tall and thick, he was actually from the Zi clan. How could he save money?  He smiled slightly and said: "Young Master is a great talent. Who your opponent is has no influence on you, right?"  The old man said: "It's your turn." The old man was a little embarrassed. Naturally, he couldn't understand a word of the poem read by the scholar next to him. He lowered his head and saw his little grandson standing on the burden, tiptoeing.  He stood on his toes and looked at himself.  He suddenly regretted it. It was really okay to make a fool of himself on weekdays, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his little grandson.  But already standing here, he has no way out.  "It's such a deep well, with two wooden barrels hanging on it. It's pitch black in the well, but the moon shines brightly on one barrel." The old man stumbled and recited a limerick.  As soon as this vulgar poem was read out, it immediately caused a burst of laughter. Qi Lusi also laughed and shook his head with a smile.  "This old man is really interesting." Song Hui was also laughing.  "Okay!" A loud cheer came from above, and Zi Baifeng clapped his hands and cheered loudly.  Several other members of the Five Tigers of Dangui also went up to the platform. Qi Hanshan and Xing Qulang were staggered a bit further down, while Chi Yanbai, Chi Yanzi, and Yan Xiaolei were already on the platform.  He was on the third floor, and he was on the same level as Zi Baifeng. When he heard Zi Baifeng cheering, he naturally followed suit.  A few people at the top applauded, and many people belowMy wife was also confused. Is there anything profound about this poem?  "A month is enough to illuminate a bucket of moonlight." Zi Baifeng said loudly, "What I fetched water late at night was not water, but a bucket of moonlight. What a beautiful mood and understanding. This old man is very talented in literature. Old man, you should go  Let¡¯s go to college!¡± After saying this, everyone started to admire it again, and it turned out to be quite poetic.  However, the man next to him immediately gave up and said loudly: "This is not a poem at all." "Really good poems are appreciated by both refined and popular people. Who doesn't know how to use some profound words? Only if they resonate. Old man, I  After fetching water, if you write such a poem, I will have to fetch a bucket of water in the middle of the night today to try it!" Zi Baifeng said.  "Appreciate both the refined and the popular? Can this be called appreciating both the refined and the popular?" The scholar was very unconvinced.  "Why can't it be called an appreciation for both refined and popular people? I have a poem here, please listen carefully: There is bright moonlight in front of my bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and lower my head to think about my hometown." This simple and straightforward poem has been praised for thousands of years.  , it is not unreasonable.  "I have another sentence here: the lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river. Is this vulgar? Is it elegant?" Zi Baifeng asked again.  The scholar was speechless for a long time and then said: "Young master, you are very talented in literature. These few sentences of yours are naturally vulgar and elegant, but who are you, master? This old" "This is wrong, no one said it.  "Only literati can write poetry." Zi Baifeng said, "I think this old man's poems are good, but this young man's poems are also good. How about advancing together?" There was a noisy crowd below, and the old man mumbled:  "Old man, I don't need to advance I just want a naked son to buy candied haws for my grandson" Among the crowd, Qi Lusi gently stroked his beard and nodded.  The first three lines of this old man's poems are all vulgar, but the last line is particularly meaningful when the moon shines on a bucket of water. When Quiet Bo Feng said it like that, he wanted to go get a bucket of water in the middle of the night and try it.  .  The moon could not shine down into the dark well, but when the bucket of water was lifted up from the well, the moonlight gradually shone on it. Wasn¡¯t it just a bucket of moonlight?  Qi Lusi couldn't help but talk like a teenager, and said loudly: "This old man's poems are better, I think he should be promoted!" But no one here listened to him, he just yelled to vent his thoughts, shouting  After finishing, seeing Song Hui's expression next to him, he immediately shook his head and laughed.  What a versatile person Song Hui is?  Seeing that Qi Lusi was a little embarrassed, he shouted loudly: "The old man has been promoted! The old man has been promoted!" When he shouted, several soldiers around him shouted loudly, and it gradually became a wave.  Since Baifeng had spoken, the person in charge naturally invited the old man and the scholar to the stage. The old man stood on the stage, smiling with his teeth exposed.  Xiaobao screamed and jumped on the pole: "That's my grandpa, my grandpa!" Although he was small and light, the pole couldn't withstand his jumping like this. He fell off the pole with an ouch, but was stabilized by someone.  Caught it steadily.  Zhu Zhu picked him up with both hands and put it on his neck. He turned around and smiled at the old man. The old man smiled gratefully but did not dare to look away for fear of being a bad person.  "Uncle, uncle, that's my grandpa!" Xiaobao waved his hands and said to Zhuzi. He was not afraid of life.  "Old man, let me ask you to have another match with this gentleman. If you win, you can go to the second floor." The host over there said to the old man.  "My old man knows this song, but I can't recite it any more. Sir, I'm really sorry for causing you trouble." The old man looked up and saw that the top was a silver ingot, and the bottom was a silver nugget.  Of course it's different. The old man took a reluctant look at it, but he didn't dare to be too greedy. He scratched his head and said, "I just just want to make some money and sell candied haws to my grandson." "Old man, please keep it.  "The host handed him a piece of silver and said.  The old man thanked him profusely and turned around to leave.  "Old man!" Zi Baifeng shouted from above: "Let's take this one too!" He reached out and took one of the silver ingots beside him and threw it to the old man.  The old man caught it subconsciously, widened his eyes, and said: "This young man, you" "My reward." Zi Baifeng pointed to his nose, "I will abstain from this round and get the number plate to compete again.  , buy a few more skewers for your grandson, and two big meat buns.¡± The old man muttered, not knowing what to say, and almost burst into tears, wiping his eyes before leaving the stage.  "This young man is so talented and kind-hearted." Qi Lusi sighed.  "Yes." Song Hui said, but what he was thinking about was that this young man could not have deliberately arranged this drama and planned to show his face in front of everyone.  But he didn¡¯t dare to show it.  The old man grinned, returned to his vegetable stall, and thanked Zhu Zhu again and again.  Not long after, Mrs. Ziwu came out with a few ingots of silver, walked up to the old man, and said: "Old man, I think your dish is good. We happen to be cooking for lunch, and there are still a few dishes missing. What's wrong with this cabbage?"  "Sell?" After a few words, I bought all the old man's vegetables, leaving only two carrots for the old man to put at the bottom of the basket.  The old man picked up the burden, and Xiaobao stood in the basket, holding a bunch of candied haws in one hand, and went away happily.  Seeing their grandfather and grandson gradually walking away, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.  The hard days of the past are long gone. Now, she can open such a Guimoxuan and hold such poetry gatherings. But what she cherishes the most is always the hard days in her heart.  .  It doesn¡¯t matter if you can¡¯t go back, I hope everyone in this world can only recall the suffering in their memories.  ¡°I don¡¯t know when the Yinglong Sect¡¯s spirit gathering formation will affect Zaitian Mansion. I hope that the grandfather and grandson will not be affected too much by then.  "Mother." Zi Baifeng walked to Zi Wu's side and called out in a low voice.  Zi Baifeng no longer has the memory of his biological mother. In his opinion, Zi Wu is his biological mother. Zi Wu smiled slightly and grabbed Zi Baifeng's generous palm.  ¡°Both father and son are so reliable, so kind, and so convincing.  It¡¯s not in vain that she became a member of the Zi family.  "Why did you come down so casually?" Ziwu thought, but she reached out and hit Zi Baifeng on the head, "Why don't you go up again quickly? If you can't go up, see how I punish you."  Bai Feng stuck out his tongue, turned around and ran to get the number again.  "Let's go." Qi Lusi stood for a while, but what he was thinking about was Zi Baifeng's elegant and popular words just now, as well as a few poems Zi Baifeng recited. He suddenly felt that he had gained more today than he had imagined.  .  There seems to be no point in staying here any longer.  "Are you leaving now? I see there is a talented man over there who is very talented." Of course Song Hui didn't want to leave now, as his young masters haven't arrived yet.  He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Hu Caijun.  "Looking at it from the outside, this scholar tends to be mean." Qi Lu thought.  "Master Qi, don't judge people by their appearance." Song Hui said with a smile.
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