my steam dam

Chapter 44 Please Call Me Wu Chengen
"Steam engine?!"

All the guests who came here admiringly in the Peony Garden were all stunned.

Everyone has written poems, especially those who claim to be talented, they must often write poems and write poems correctly.

But usually everyone writes about landscapes and scenic spots, or sentimental spring and autumn, and writes some love poems or something.

Even when chanting things, they usually use plum blossoms, chrysanthemums, lotus flowers, bamboos, etc. to express their gentleman's heart.

The steam engine is a new thing, you really haven’t written much poetry before!

Even these aristocrats may not have personally manipulated the steam engine, this is all done by the servants of the mansion.

The steam engine is easy to get dirty and hot, and basically these young masters and scholars will not touch it, they will only enjoy the benefits of the steam engine and it will be over.

Except for some Mohist students here, it is estimated that other scholars don't know the specific operating principle of the steam engine at all. They only know how to pour water and coal into it, and it will work.

It's about writing poems for steam engines, and they're really blind.

Sitting at the head of the banquet was a rich and powerful man who was dressed luxuriously and had a gentleman jade around his waist. He slapped a folding fan and asked aloud, "The steam engine needs water and coal, so I can wait for it." Write from the direction of coal and water?"

The little maid nodded calmly: "As long as it is related to the steam engine, you can write about it."

"Haha, then I know what I know!" The dandy smiled proudly, with a confident expression, which caused other people to look sideways and comment.

"Is this the young master of Su Yuan's family?"

"Could it be that he wrote a poem about coal before, and it happened to hit the muzzle of the gun?"

"It's possible that although Yuan Su's first wife is obsessed with poetry and books, the second bedroom is a coal mine owner. Mr. Su has been exposed to the coal industry for a long time, so maybe he has written related poems on a regular basis."

"Tsk tsk, a formidable enemy!"

This Young Master Su is one of the two dandies that Peng Ke met at the east gate of Suzhou Mansion. One of the best big families.

Moreover, I am also a little literary, known as one of the Eight Talents in Suzhou, and he is considered to be the favorite to win the oiran banquet this time.

However.

Peng Ke looked at Mr. Su, who had already had a double-sided relationship, with strange eyes.

Chant coal?
Good guy!
Why didn't I think of it!

A genius is indeed a genius!

When it comes to steam engines, we have to talk about coal, which is the driving force of all steam engines.

Without coal, no steam engine can move.

More importantly, Yu Qian's poems are among the few Peng Ke's poems from the Ming and Qing Dynasties that he still remembers!

It's not Yu Qian who likes to smoke, drink and burn his head.

It was Yu Taibao who defended the capital after the God of War of Daming Tumubao was captured!

Before Peng Ke traveled in his previous life, he had just watched a TV series called "Da Ming Feng Hua", and he was very impressed with Yu Taibao in it, so he even got to know him specifically.

As a result, Yu Taibao's two famous poems were also remembered by him.

One is the "Lime Song" included in the textbook, and the other is "Ode to Coal"!

After counting, it is still uncertain whether Yu Taibao's father has a wife, let alone Yu Taibao.

I copied it at this time, just right!

I'm sorry Yu Taibao, anyway, you are not famous for your poems, you don't lack this reputation!
Peng Ke apologized in his heart to this great god who had continued his luck for Daming for 200 years.

It's not that he covets this fame.

The main reason is that if he can win the No. [-] literary talent in the oiran banquet, he can meet Yan Qingbo directly without startling others, which will make it much easier to catch her.

Although the risk would be higher, Ah Hu and Mo Xu couldn't follow him to see Yan Qingbo, and couldn't protect him personally.

However, although Peng Ke's military strength is not very top-notch, he brought a lot of "special items" for today's action. As long as he is properly prepared, a martial arts master can be brought down directly!
If there is a chance, he definitely hopes to win Yan Qingbo directly.

As for worrying that Yan Qingbo would recognize him as soon as they met, and kill him immediately.

The odds are very low.

In this era without cameras, Peng Ke is a native of Yingtian Prefecture, and no one in Suzhou Prefecture knows him.

Even if the commander of Jin Yiwei, Peng Ke, is very famous, if he has not seen him in person, even if Peng Ke casually walks on the streets of Suzhou House, it is impossible for anyone to recognize him.

What's more, Peng Ke had already done an investigation beforehand. Yan Qingbo has been in Suzhou Mansion for more than two years, and has never left Suzhou Mansion during that time, and Peng Ke only became the commander of Jinyiwei two years ago, so the relationship between the two of them It is impossible to know.

So as long as he invents a random name, he doesn't have to worry about being recognized immediately when he meets her in person.

That's it!

While the scholars next to him were discussing, or scratching their heads and scratching their heads, Pen Ke picked up the brush and began to write on the rice paper with eloquence.

"My lord, do you still know how to write poetry?" Ah Hu, who had been paying attention to Peng Ke, immediately turned his head to look at the paper.

The other young talents are still thinking hard or communicating with each other, why is my young master starting to write!
Peng Ke used to go to the research institute every day, or bury himself in researching various street snacks to make money to support his family.

Ah Hu has never seen his young master reciting poems and writing lyrics at his desk!
Couldn't be a broken pot, but a doggerel!

But when he casually glanced at what Penke wrote, his eyes seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move away from the rice paper for a long time.

"This this.."

Ah Hu had a strange expression, and kept looking back and forth between Peng Ke and the rice paper, as if today was the first time he knew Peng Ke.

This poem is full of metaphors, puns, deep emotions, and full meaning. It is really a rare and good poem!
My son is really, well hidden!
But why have I never seen him write poetry before?

At this moment, Ah Hu's little head was full of shock and confusion.

It wasn't until Peng Ke wrote the complete poem and signed his name at the end of the poem that Ah Hu came to his senses.

"Young master, your signature sounds familiar to me."

At the end of the poem "Ode to Coal", the three characters "Wu Chengen" are impressively signed.

He scratched his head, and murmured to himself with some doubts: "Wu Chengen, Wu Chengen."

"Ah, I remembered, isn't this the novelist you told us when you were young, my lord, the one who wrote "Journey to the West"!"

Turning his head abruptly, Ah Hu looked at Peng Ke in disbelief, his lips trembling: "My lord, that "Journey to the West" isn't a story you made up yourself, right?"

"I remember I asked a lot of people later, but except for you, son, no one has ever heard the story of Tang Monk learning Buddhist scriptures!"

"I was skeptical before!"

"But, you were only 12 years old at that time!"

"No, it's impossible!"

In fact, just when Peng Ke was thinking about the name of the vest, he thought of the name and just wrote it down.

I didn't expect Ah Hu to diverge so much.
Peng Ke glanced at Ahu with a half-smile, picked up the rice paper, dried the ink, and handed it to the boy who was waiting to collect the paper, ignoring him at all.

Ahu was left alone to digest this shocking truth in shock.

It turns out that my young master is still a great literary talent?
It's just that it was relatively low-key before?

No, I must tell Lord Hou about this later!

(End of this chapter)