The rise of the poor

Chapter 626 Surprise
The full text of "A Gift to the Prefect of Zhou" has 32 characters, which can be written in one stroke.

From when Zhu Ping'an got up to when he wrote the poem, it took only a few breaths.When Zhu Pingan was writing, Zhang Tuotou stuffed a handful of boiled peanuts into his mouth with a spoon. When Zhu Pingan finished writing, Zhang Tuotou hadn't finished chewing the peanuts in his mouth.

what?Stop writing? !

When Zhu Ping put away the pen and put it back on the pen stand, Zhang Tutou was stunned, chewing on peanuts.What's going on, isn't Master Zhu the number one scholar who is famous all over the capital, why did he pick up the brush and stop writing after gesticulating twice?Can't write it?no? !Logically speaking, isn't it as easy for Zhuangyuan Lang to write poems and paintings as it is for us to drink and eat meat? !
Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise it would be embarrassing to write half of it, and it would be embarrassing. Isn't this smashing the brand of the number one scholar?If it were me, I would have to bite the bullet and finish writing.

"Master Zhu, drink some tea and take a rest before writing..."

Zhang Butou winked, got up and poured a cup of tea, and handed Zhu Pingan a step down.He never thought that Zhu Ping'an had finished writing. In his opinion, literati pay attention to scrutiny when writing poems and lyrics, and the day lily will be cold after writing a poem.For example, Mr. Fu Zun once came to find Fu Zun because he had something to do, and Fu Zun happened to be writing a poem at that time, so he told himself to wait for a while.As a result, I waited for a long time...

Uh

and many more
Just as Zhang Catcher handed the teacup to Zhu Ping'an, he glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then his whole body trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had been electrocuted.

On the rice paper, a song "To the Prefect of Zhou" suddenly appeared in front of him.Just 32 words, like riding the wind and waves, with a sense of righteousness, almost want to break out of paper.

"Zhu, Mr. Zhu, this is written too fast!" Catcher Zhang almost threw the teacup out, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Is it soon?" Zhu Pingan took the teacup handed over by Catcher Zhang, thanked him, then touched the back of his head and asked.

"Of course quickly, if you don't believe me, you can ask the magistrate... Your lord..." Zhang Catcher nodded vigorously, and then turned to Zhou Zhifu.

what

Zhang catcher turned his head and almost swallowed the words in his mouth, and saw that Zhou Zhifu seemed to have suffered a stroke in his eyes, staring at the poem "To Zhou Zhifu" on the table with burning eyes, and still muttering words in his mouth.

"The sun is slanting in the vast sorrow of sorrow, and the east of the whip is the end of the world. Zihou, you and I are the same people who have fallen into the sky of sorrow. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. I have been an official outside my hometown for more than ten years. Every time the moon is full , can’t help but breed homesickness.”

"Luohong is not a merciless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect flowers... These two sentences are even more wonderful. Although we are suffering from sorrow, our heart to serve the country and the people remains undiminished. Grind into dust, only the fragrance remains the same', which shows the heart of doing one's best for the country and the people, Zi Hou's poem is very good, very good..."

"Zihou's poem is full of precious words, and its name will last forever. It's just that Zhou is ashamed and can't afford this masterpiece. Zihou should change the title of the poem."

Zhou Houjie looked at Zhu Ping'an's "Gift to Zhou Zhifu" with burning eyes, and he was full of praise for it. He compared Zhu Ping's poem with Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei", and secretly admired Zhu Ping's poem even more. poetry.

"I can afford it. If Mr. Zhou can't afford it, who can afford it?" Zhu Ping'an said in a timely manner.

The poem "Zengzhou Zhifu" comes from the "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai: The Great Sorrow of the Sorrows and the Slanting Sun" by Gong Zizhen, a poet in the late Qing Dynasty. It just changed the name of the poem. The Qing Ci "Designing Talents" is adapted from another poem "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" by Gong Zizhen.

This poem was written by Gong Zizhen when he left Beijing. It expresses his aspirations through things, and expresses his ambition to serve the country and his dedication from the feelings of parting.Zhou Houjie just talked about patriotism from nostalgia, the two are very similar, and he immediately hooked this poem out of Zhu Pingan's mind.

"Zihou, don't flatter me. I still have self-knowledge. If I don't go to court in advance, I will say that I am in the Ming Dynasty. There are countless people who are worthy of this poem than Zhou Houjie. Zihou, don't underestimate the people of the world. Before A few days ago, when I got together with some Tongnian, I heard about a county magistrate named Hai Rui in Chun’an from Tongnian who was a censor. This person is several times more honest than me." Zhou Houjie waved his hand and said, citing an example of Hai Rui.

Zhu Pingan was a little surprised when he heard Hai Rui's name. It turned out that Hai Rui was already well-known at this time, and his reputation had reached the capital.

"What's the matter, Zi Hou?" Seeing this, Zhou Houjie asked.

"Oh, the Haizhi County that your lord mentioned, Ping'an met once on the way back to Beijing from his hometown down the river." Zhu Ping'an explained while carrying a teapot to fill up the tea for Zhou Houjie and Zhang Butou.

"Oh, let's hear it." Zhou Houjie became interested.

"It's like this, when Ping'an went down the Yangtze River..." Zhu Ping'an simply talked about the scene at that time...

While Zhu Ping'an and the others were eating, Orion Liu Dadao went into a pawn shop not far from the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion, holding a bundle tightly like a miser.

When Liu Dadao walked into the pawnshop, a man in charge quietly followed from behind. It was a steward from the Zhao Mansion in Masi Hutong, Beibing, who sneaked into the pawnshop behind Liu Dadao.

On the outer wall of the pawn shop there is a huge round "Dang" character, and the interior layout is somewhat similar to that of a bank. The counter is a row of single rooms, and the imperial court sits in the isolated single room, leaving only a wicker window to trade with customers.

Chaofeng is the steward of the pawn shop who is responsible for identifying and appraising the value. Because the pawnshop counter is high, people who come to pawn have to hold things to hand them through the window, just like "going to court to worship the saint", so it is called Chaofeng.

"Shopkeeper, show me how much it's worth." Liu Dadao stuffed the package from the window in front of Zhang Chaofeng, as if it contained some treasure.

"Take it lightly and let me see."

Zhang Chaofeng took it carefully, and picked up a magnifying glass with a corner frame from the table. This magnifying glass was bought by the head of the family from the Hongmaoyi "Folangji". Only when you are willing to use it.

The shopkeeper has been in the pawnshop for more than ten years, and he is used to reading words and expressions, and he can roughly guess the value of the pawn from a person's expression. Now, seeing Liu Dadao's nervous expression, he thought it was the family heirloom of this bumpkin's family. That's why I used the horn-framed magnifying glass.

However, when the shopkeeper was fully prepared and opened the package, he rolled his eyes and was almost smoked!
Unprepared!

A smell of foot odor hits the face, the smell is so strong that it is so strong!
"Are you bullying me that there is no one in Tongfeng's pawn shop, and you are playing with this old man with a bag of broken shoes?!" Zhang Chaofeng's face turned pale from being smoked, and he asked Liu Dadao angrily, wishing to take the bag of shoes one by one. All of them were stuffed into Liu Dadao's mouth.

破鞋
That's right, it's the bag of broken shoes that the master ordered to take it down no matter what.The steward of the Zhao Mansion, who was pretending to be a pawn at another window, glanced here to confirm that he hadn't lost his partner, and he was relieved.

(End of this chapter)