knife wind town

Chapter 120 The Wang Brothers' New Poetry Debate

When Erto Saburo saw that Huang Daming was guarding at the intersection of Daoxia with people, he asked and found out that they were waiting for Lin San before going down the mountain.

A ghost soldier asked: "Sir, are we going to help Chen Sang?"

"No no no! Do you know an old Chinese saying that goes, 'The mantis catches the cicada, but the oriole follows'?"

"Understood! After Huang Daming and the others catch Lin Sancai, we can just go and take him away! Sir, Gao Ming!"

"Yo Xi! This guy Huang Daming is very cunning. He flatters me on the surface, but he is actually full of calculations. I have to see if he is really loyal or if he is deceiving the imperial army. I like his ambition, but if he dares to deceive Me, die to me!"

Erto Saburo made a head-cutting motion to his subordinate, but there was an extremely ambiguous and sinister smile on his face.He connected his stepping through the wooden barrel with Huang Daming's desire to become the mayor, and felt that Huang Daming had ambitions, but he seemed not loyal enough.

"Hi!"

"Take me up to the watchtower!"

"Hi!"

After Erto Sanlang boarded the watchtower, the watchtower could see everything at the intersection from a distance, and he could also see the mountain road on Daoxia.

On Daoxia Mountain Road, Chen Lisong said to Huang Xiaoming and Lin Sancai: "I will take you on another road, but it is a bit more difficult."

Lin Sancai asked: "Is there another way?"

"There are many thorns. In the past, when I caught the deer, I was afraid that my husband would suffer."

"Sir, he can go down this road."

"No, sir, you want to go with us. I'm worried that someone will fire a black gun."

Huang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Don't worry, my brother won't shoot me."

"I paid close attention to it. There seemed to be three groups of people in Huoguang, and the last one was Captain Huang's security team." It was obvious that these three groups of people were not all under Huang Daming's control. Chen Lisong clearly analyzed that, If Huang Xiaoming went down the mountain rashly, of course Huang Daming would not shoot his brother, but he couldn't guarantee that the other two groups of people would not do it, so he said nothing to let Huang Xiaoming go alone, "Come with me."

Both Lin Sancai and Huang Xiaoming knew that Chen Lisong had traveled through the woods in Fengshan Daoxia, and they also knew that they had to listen to Chen Lisong at this time, so they followed him and walked through the forest.

The mountain road was indeed difficult, and it was summer again, the grass was tall and the forest was deep, not to mention the thorns. Naturally, Lin Sancai and Chen Lisong were not afraid, but Huang Xiaoming suffered.

"Sir, be careful, but don't worry. Don't worry, after this road goes out, it will go directly to Wangjiazhai."

As soon as he mentioned Wangjiazhai, Huang Xiaoming came to his senses: "Wangjiazhai? I have two classmates in Wangjiazhai. You two said it was a coincidence. Daming and I are twins, and my classmates Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang are also twins. kid!"

"I know Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang. Wang Wendong, like Mr. Li Chaoshan in Lijiazhai, is the security chief of Wangjiazhai."

"In fact, they are all scholars, and they are very upright."

"Sir, let me tell you secretly that the exit of this road happens to be the back door of Wang Wendong Wang Baozhang's courtyard."

"Then I can go to him to discuss the funeral at home." Huang Xiaoming knew very well that his brother Huang Daming was unreliable in handling his grandfather's funeral, and he had to worry about it.

The twin brothers Wang Wendong and Wang Wenliang mentioned by Huang Xiaoming are the grandsons of Wang Zhile, the patriarch of Wangjiazhai: Wang Wendong is the older brother and the head of the Wangjiazhai;Since both of them are Huang Xiaoming's classmates, they are naturally elegant scholars.

At this time, in the south study room of Wang Wendong's courtyard, Wang Wendong in a thin long gown was grinding ink on the painting table, while Wang Wenliang in a white shirt was standing behind his brother holding a stack of manuscripts.

"I said Wen Dong, please give me a poem draft! This new collection of poems of mine will be Tiancheng's first collection of poems by hundreds of poets. It gathers one hundred Tiancheng poets, each with a poem, and will represent the best important poets of this era. After it is published, it will set off a new trend in the poetry circle in Tiancheng."

Wang Wendong put down the ink stick and asked, "Your editor?"

"Yes, I am the editor-in-chief Wang Wenliang!"

"Are you a poet? Let me tell you, Wen Liang, you are over 30 years old. Grandpa just got beaten up by Li Fei today and lost some money. Don't ask grandpa for money for your poetry collection!"

"Of course I'm a poet Luo! Don't worry, I don't need to pay for this collection of poems this time! Look at a poem I just wrote recently, let me show you, and you can help me review it!"

After speaking, Wang Wenliang took out a piece of paper from his pocket, opened it and placed it on the painting table.

Wang Wendong glanced at the top, and saw the words written on the paper:

red sun,

The mosquitoes of the summer night ate a cow,

The iron lock cylinder is rusted in the ditch of the back door,
Luck is long,

Crying out for my love,
three little tadpoles,
My girl sits with me and sings in the rainy season!

Wang Wendong felt a sense of unknownness rushing straight to his forehead, and asked, "Is this a poem?"

"Naturally, it's poetry. Look at what a beautiful poem, who knows what I mean?"

"My God! You call this poetry too?"

"Of course, how profound is this poem! This shows that my poems are written with depth."

"You have no rhyme or rhythm, is it also called poetry?"

"New poetry must break the old thinking."

"What are you writing? What are you trying to express?"

"Poetry is good poetry only if people can't understand it!"

"Bullshit! Put away your nonsense poetry theory! If you want to come out, you can come out, don't ask me for poems! I can't give you such advanced poems! I have to paint, you go home and sleep for me." Wang Wendong With a face full of anger, he directly wanted to drive his brother out of the house.

"Brother Wendong, why don't you reward me with a poem! Without you, Wang Wendong, this collection of poems would not be authoritative enough. The most important thing is that Mr. Tanabe thinks that this collection of poems must have your poems." Ah! This collection of poems does not cost our Wang family a penny this time, and all the publishing expenses are funded by the imperial army!"

"What? Tanabe Tai-kun? You, you, you...you really pissed me off! I thought you were just spending some money to make up a mess, but I didn't expect you...you were a traitor! You really insulted me, a Chinese scholar Get out! Get out!"

Wang Wendong could hear that his younger brother Wang Wenliang was willing to become a cultural traitor in order to publish a collection of free poems, and became Tian Bian's running dog to win over his brother for his master!
However, Wang Wenliang still refused to leave.

Wang Wendong opened the door of the study, grabbed Wang Wenliang, dragged him all the way out of the courtyard, pushed him out of the door, and cursed: "Don't come into my house from now on, come out when you want, don't tell people you It's my brother, don't lose face to our Wang family, get out!"

"Listen to me, listen to me!" Wang Wenliang wanted to explain to his brother, but Wang Wendong had already closed the door.

"Wendong, please open the door, let's discuss it again!"

Wang Wenliang continued to knock on the door, but Wang Wendong refused to open it.

It was night now, and Wang Wenliang felt bored after taking pictures for a while, so he turned and went home.

Wang Wendong in the yard can't continue to draw now, sitting at the desk and angry with his brother.

At this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

(End of this chapter)