Farmer’s Blessed Girl

"...The osmanthus under the moon will be tested first, and the ancestors wish that Hsinchu will go around Fengchi..." Zhang Hui, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, read it back and forth twice and said with a smile: "Everyone thinks this poem is the best in the audience?"

Everyone put down the poems in their hands and looked at them together, then nodded slightly and said: "The wording is a little lacking, but the ambition can be seen from the poems. It is also a good story to inherit the legacy of my father."

Zhang Hui nodded and signed with a smile: "More than that, who do you think wrote this poem?"

Some people didn't want to guess, so they directly probed to see the inscription, "Bai Shan? I haven't heard of it."

Zhang Hui said: "I've heard of it, not only have I heard it, I've even seen it once."

"Oh, the post he posted to Mr. Zhang?"

"That's not true. As far as I know, he hasn't posted any poems to anyone since he came to Beijing." He laughed and said, "He is one of the children of His Majesty's kindness who went to study in Beijing this year. He was admitted to Guozi Academy. , The wonderful thing is, he is the youngest among the three, only thirteen years old."

The referees were surprised, and they gathered around and read his poem again, then stroked their beards and smiled, "It's really rare."

"I don't know if his father is because of..."

"I heard that when they were a county magistrate, they sacrificed their lives to protect the people's wealth and go up the mountain to suppress bandits." These students entered the school, and the Guozijian needed to communicate with the Ministry of Rites. After all, that's what they did, and Zhang Hui happened to be in charge of this matter at the time.

So he is most familiar with the new batch of Guozijian students.

Peng Zhiru's post was given by him.

I originally thought that Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo would be the most outstanding ones this time, but Bai Shan, who has always been low-key and seems not to like socializing, also came and wrote good poems.

There were many people who came to participate in the poetry meeting this time, some like Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo came by themselves and their classmates, and some like Bai Shan and others came with their teachers.

The former directly composes poems in the poetry club on the side of the atrium, and the judges invited by the poetry club will select the best top three, and it is said that all of them will win the lottery.

As for the lottery, not many people care about it.

Even if the organizer picked up a stone from the flower bed and gave it to them, they would still like it. After all, they didn't come here for the prize, but for fame.

Once they become famous, they will be able to obtain both fame and fortune in the future.

The latter is divided into two parts. Mr. Zhuang left a few disciples and went to the side garden to participate in the literary meeting. In fact, he was talking and debating with a bunch of middle-aged and elderly people, and occasionally admiring the poems written by the younger generations next door.

After Man Bao and the others handed in their poems, they became bored. Seeing that many people wrote several poems and handed them in, it was obviously in case someone surpassed them.

If you can't win by quality, then win by quantity.

So no one paid attention to them who only wrote one song, or those who had given up struggling and refused to hand in even one.

Bai Shan looked around, and said simply: "Why don't we go to the next door to see Mr.

Man Bao: "Well, you know it in advance, so you can prepare in advance, and you will have experience when you come to participate in this kind of poetry meeting when you are old."

"...I won't come to the poetry meeting when I'm old," Bai Shan said, "I'd rather go climbing, enjoy the flowers and grass, and not come to the poetry meeting."

Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo couldn't help being happy when they heard the words, so they wanted to tease him, when they heard Bai Erlang say: "Don't worry, it's uncertain whether you will survive until then."

Peng Zhiru's face froze for a moment, and he turned to look at Bai Shan. He thought he would be angry. After all, it was such an unlucky word. Who knew that Bai Shan's expression didn't change, and he said directly: "So we're just going to join in the fun this time. You didn't Did you find out, since you came to the capital, you don’t like to go out anymore.”

"Yes, yes," Man Bao said, "When I was in Yizhou, my husband went out cutely. People often invited him out for dinner and drinks. Sometimes we couldn't make an appointment with him even if we wanted to."

Peng Zhiru silently closed his mouth, he felt that he couldn't get in the words of the three of them.

Lu Xiaofo was also planning to find an excuse and leave.

Just as he was thinking about it, Man Bao turned his head and asked them, "Mr. Peng, Mr. Lu, does your teacher like to participate in the literary conference?"

The two paused and said, "We didn't have a teacher."

There are quite a few teachers who teach them, but none of them worship tea.

In the past, it was because the time had not yet come, but now that I am in the capital, I can indeed find a teacher for myself.

The side garden was much more lively than their side. A group of middle-aged and elderly people sat and stood in twos and threes. They didn't have any fixed topics. They debated face to face unconvinced or got together to talk with like-minded people.

So here are three or two people facing each other, blushing and talking loudly, wishing to roll up their sleeves and fight with each other, while there is cheerful laughter coming from the other side, and then two or three heads together happily talking about something.

Four teenagers and one girl who entered the new world: ...

The five of them blinked, feeling that this was different from the gentlemen's Wenhui they had imagined.

So the five of them didn't dare to disturb the group of people, they moved slowly and slipped in from the side, and then looked for their husband while slipping.

Finally, they found Mr. Zhuang behind a bush of flowers.

Mr. Zhuang was sitting with the two of them, sipping tea together with a pleasant smile on his face.

The person sitting across from him saw the five young people coming, and couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Whose family's younger generation is this? Why didn't they play in the atrium and came here instead?"

Mr. Zhuang turned his head slightly, and waved and smiled with Bai Shan and the others: "Come over and meet Mr. Jiang and Mr. Chen."

Man Bao immediately led the two juniors to salute together, Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo also saluted together.

Mr. Zhuang first introduced Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo, then pointed to Man Bao and said, "This is my first disciple, this is my second disciple, and this is my third disciple."

Mr. Jiang looked at the arrangement of the three of them from short to tall, and couldn't help laughing out loud, and said happily, "Your disciple's ranking is quite regular."

Mr. Zhuang explained with a smile: "It is calculated according to the time of entry, and it is also discussed by the children themselves."

Bai Erlang muttered softly, "It's not a discussion at all..."

But Mr. Chen looked at Man Bao curiously, and asked, "Why did Mr. Zhuang accept a girl as his disciple?"

Mr. Zhuang said with a slight smile: "Sage Confucius said that there is no discrimination in teaching. I can't do anything else, so I can work hard on this, and I can barely get a little edge."

Mr. Chen stopped talking.

However, Mr. Jiang nodded approvingly. Seeing that the three Man Baos were standing very well, he liked it even more. He touched his body, but found nothing, so he said with a smile: "I came out in a hurry today. I don't have any presents for you, so why don't I just write a few words with you, and treat it as a meeting gift for you, okay?"

Before Man Bao and the others could respond, Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo's eyes lit up, and they bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

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