The Red Chamber: Hang Qin Keqing at the start

Chapter 35 [035] Jia Qiang writes poems against hairpins
Li Wan jokingly said with a smile:

"No wonder the old ancestor praised you as a monkey spirit. You guessed it before I even spoke. We are sisters-in-law and we are close, so I won't beat around the bush.

Money is needed to build a poetry club. We sisters are poor people living on monthly money, so we can only turn to you, a rich and powerful housekeeper, for help. "

Wang Xifeng sneered and said:

"It's a shame that you are still a sister-in-law! How much money can they use to start a poetry club? You don't care?

Your monthly payment of twelve taels a month is twice as much as ours. The old lady and the wife even said that your widow is pitifully unemployed, so they added another twelve taels to you.I will also give you the garden land for rent.

You orphans, widows and mothers get food and clothing from within kilometers of Jia’s mansion, so you don’t have to pay for it yourself.

At the end of the year, you will have to pay the silver every year, and you will get a higher score. If you calculate it in a year, you will have four or five hundred silver.

You are so rich, spend one or two hundred taels of silver every year, and play with them. "

Hearing this, a look of displeasure flashed across Li Wan's face, and he replied with a smile:

"Listen, I only said one sentence, and this Feng girl blocked my mouth by saying two big carts of words, and they were all rascals, mud-legged philistines, carefully calculating and splitting the words.

Fortunately, she was born as a young lady from a famous family of poets and books. If she was from a poor family, I don't know what bad words she would say.Let me ask you, do you care about this poetry club? "

Wang Xifeng was unhappy, but he didn't show any displeasure, but said with a playful smile:
"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? According to you, if I don't join the society and spend some money, won't I become a rebel of the Jia family?
Now that my sister-in-law has talked about this, I will dismount and worship the seal to take over the position of the censor of the prison society, and put down 50 taels of silver as the club's funds.

I don't know how to recite poems, I'm just an ordinary person, when you have money, you can kick me out of the poetry club! "

Her slightly self-deprecating joke was so humorous that everyone couldn't help laughing.

Tanchun laughed and said:

"Sister-in-law, although you are vying to be the president, I initiated the establishment of this poetry club. I suggest that we hold the first poetry club now, how about it?"

Li Wan looked around at the crowd and said with a smile:
"Everyone is impatient and eager to try it. I naturally agree to hold it now."

Lin Daiyu smiled and said:
"Then ask my sister-in-law to write a question and limit the rhyme."

Li Wan laughed and said:

"As the president, I need to be in charge of the overall situation, and specific errands such as writing questions and restricting rhymes should be delegated to the vice president.

I suggest that Yingchun and Xichun should be the vice presidents. The vice presidents don't need to write poems and lyrics themselves. "

Everyone agreed.

Jia Yingchun's character is dull and cowardly, and she is too lazy to write poems. When she heard this, it was very suitable for her, so she agreed immediately.

But Jia Xichun is cold by nature, cold-hearted, and doesn't like reciting poems against each other, so he is naturally happy and casual, and said casually:
"Sister-in-law, I am willing to be the vice president."

Li Wan nodded and smiled, "Then let Yingchun limit the rhyme."

Jia Yingchun pursed her lips, thought for a while with a dull expression, pointed to Qingwen who was standing by the door, and ordered:
"Just say a word."

Qingwen patted the door frame, and said a word: "The door."

Jia Yingchun laughed and said, "That's the rhyme of the word 'door', '13 yuan'. The first rhyme is fixed, and it's the word 'door'."

The rhymes used by the ancients in composing poems are generally based on "Pingshui Yun", and "gate" belongs to the No. 13 rhyme department of Shangping.

The first character of this rhyme is "yuan", so it is called "13 yuan".

Jia Qiang heartily praised: Jia Yingchun heard Qingwen say the word "door", and casually said the rhyme part to which she belonged. It seems that Jia Yingchun, who is lazy in poetry, is also quite talented. so familiar.

Jia Yingchun continued:
"Although the rhyme is limited, there are seven to eighty characters in the rhyme of '13 Yuan', and a few characters need to be selected. Only these few characters can be used as the rhyme."

With that said, Jia Yingchun looked at Jia Qiang and asked:
"Brother Qiang, do you have a rhyme box here?"

"Yes," Jia Qiang looked at Qingwen and ordered, "Go and get the Yunpai box."

Qingwen nodded, walked into the back room, took out a rhyme card box, and handed it to Jia Yingchun.

"Yunpai box" is a prop for literati to write poems. The characters with the same rhyme in each part of the poem are engraved on small tablets and put into different drawers for selection when composing poems.

Jia Yingchun took out a drawer of "13 yuan" from the box, and said to Qingwen:
"You randomly draw four wooden tokens from here."

Qingwen took out four wooden plaques, and Jia Yingchun took a look at them, only to see that the words "pot", "soul", "mark" and "faint" were engraved on them.

Jia Yingchun showed the four wooden plaques to everyone and said:

"Because it rhymes with the word 'gate', the word 'gate' must be used as the last word in the first line of the poem.

The last word of the second, fourth, sixth, and eighth sentences must use the words "pot", "soul", "mark" and "faint" respectively. This is the limited rhyme. "

Li Wan looked around at the crowd and said with a smile:
"The rhyme is already finished, Yingchun, you can set a theme for this poetry meeting."

Jia Yingchun is indecisive, she couldn't make up her mind after thinking about it for a long time, so she smiled and said:
"Since this is the first poetry meeting, don't limit the theme? Everyone can play freely."

Hearing these ambiguous words, the corners of Li Wan's mouth twitched slightly, he shook his head with a smile and said:

"That can't be done. After everyone has finished their poems, they will still be rated! If they don't have the same theme, how will they be rated?"

After all, she didn't want to consult Jia Yingchun, the "two wood", but looked around everyone and asked:
"Who has a good idea?"

Jia Tanchun smiled heartily and said:

"I once saw brother Yun from my family give Brother Bao two pots of crabapple flowers. Let's use 'white crabapple' as the theme, shall we?"

Li Wan glanced at the crowd and asked, "What are your intentions?"

Everyone agreed.

Li Wan smiled and said: "Okay, then I announce that the first poetry meeting has officially started! Next, the vice president Xichun will be in charge of supervising the field, and the time limit is a stick of incense."

So, Jia Xichun asked Qingwen to put a "Dream Sweet Fragrance" in the incense burner.

This "Dream Sweet Fragrance" is only three inches long, about the thickness of a lamp grass, and it is extremely easy to burn, so it is limited to burn this incense, and if the incense is not burnt, it will be punished.

Jia Qiang secretly sighed in her heart, it was not easy to get ink in ancient dances, no wonder those time travelers mostly copied the poems of their predecessors.

But in the world of Dream of Red Mansions, there are Tang poetry and Song Ci.

Therefore, Jia Qiang cannot copy poems.

But this did not bother Jia Qiang.

He was a top student in his previous life, so it was no problem to write a few original poems.

When Jia Qiang was feeling emotional, Li Wan looked over and asked with a smile:
"Brother Qiang, do you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone here?"

"Yes, I'll ask Qingwen to get it." Jia Qiang smiled and gave Qingwen a look.

Qingwen nodded, went into the back room, took some pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and distributed them to everyone.

Everyone spread paper and ink one after another, and began to conceive poems.

Jia Qiang looked out of the window with her hands behind her back, not in a hurry to write, with a calm and unrestrained posture.

Xue Baochai sneaked a glance at him out of the corner of her eye, and when she saw his luxuriant tree facing the wind, with his extraordinary and extraordinary temperament, there was a rippling in her heart.

She was afraid that people around her would see through her thoughts, so she immediately withdrew her gaze and devoted all her energy to poetry.

What Xue Baochai didn't know was that Lin Daiyu, who was sensitive, noticed her fleeting and affectionate glance at Jia Qiang just now.

Lin Daiyu suddenly became alert, and for no reason developed a trace of hostility towards Xue Baochai.

She didn't know why, but she felt a faint sour in her heart, and she tasted a little bit.

Slightly frowning a pair of smoky eyebrows, Lin Daiyu felt restless, so she simply put down her writing brush, sat on the window seat, leaned against the window sill, and looked at the snow scene outside the window with a sense of loss.

Xue Baochai regarded Lin Daiyu as her strongest opponent. Seeing her listless and looking out of the window, she felt a little joy in her heart, and became more confident that she won the first prize in this poetry meeting.

When Chai and Dai were secretly thinking about something, Shi Xiangyun had a broad mind and no distracting thoughts. He had already finished one poem and was writing the second one.

In fact, according to the rules of this poetry meeting, only one poem is required to be written, but Shi Xiangyun's poetry is in full swing, and his writing and thinking are springing up, so he can't hold back the brush in his hand, so he simply wrote two poems.

After a while, Jia Baoyu also finished writing a poem.

When Shi Xiangyun finished the second poem, Jia Tanchun also finished the first one.

Xue Baochai was the fourth one to finish it.

Seeing that Meng Tianxiang was almost burned out, Li Wan asked with a smile:
"Is everyone done?"

Jia Tanchun smiled and said, "We're all done, only Sister Lin and Brother Qiang haven't written yet."

Jia Baoyu became anxious when he heard that, and ran to Lin Daiyu, urging:
"Sister Lin, please write quickly, or it will be too late."

Lin Daiyu withdrew her gaze from the snow scene outside the window, sneered and said:

"What's the rush? I've already thought up a song."

After all, she went to the front of the table, wrote vigorously, and finished writing a poem within a few breaths.

Xue Baochai walked up to Jia Qiang and asked worriedly:
"Brother Qiang, are you feeling unwell today? If you feel sick, don't force yourself."

Feeling Xue Baochai's kind protection, Jia Qiang felt warm and said with a smile:

"I'm fine. I've already thought up a poem and I'll write it right away."

After finishing speaking, he Shi Shiran walked to the edge of several cases, splashing ink, eloquently, in one go.

When he finished writing the last word, Meng Tianxiang was completely burned out.

Lin Daiyu was worried that Jia Qiang's handwriting would be ugly if she wrote so fast, so she leaned over to take a look, but her eyes froze, and her pupils suddenly dilated.

Amazing calligraphy!

The calligraphy is majestic, like a dragon jumping over the sky gate, a tiger crouching on a phoenix tower, even compared with those calligraphers, it is no less inferior.

Ripples surged in Lin Daiyu's heart, and her affection for Jia Qiang deepened again.

When Lin Daiyu finished reading Jia Qiang's poem, she couldn't help but click her tongue secretly:

Jia Qiang is really talented!But I don't know what kind of criticism Li Wan will make?Where will his poems be rated in the end?

(End of this chapter)