Lu Ming

Chapter 672
Shortly after the first round of drinking ceremony, the host of the banquet, Senior Liu Siwei, got up and gave the second round of toasts to the guests.

The crowd clapped.

In fact, many people drank more than two or three glasses before putting down the second round of wine bowls.

Du Shaowei is one of them.In a short period of time, he has tasted all the iced varieties.The price was a blush on his fair skin.

With his eyes closed, Du Shaowei shook his head a few times, muttering something.Suddenly, he opened his eyes and shouted suddenly: "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

The servants who were waiting on the side were already prepared.Seeing that the poet was about to make a fuss, he hurriedly brought up his pen and ink.

The next moment, a seven-character poem followed Du Shaowei's pen and appeared on the high-quality and delicate white paper produced by Longyan Arts and Crafts Factory.

"The willow branches in the algae garden are weak"

"The wind blowing in the pool makes the blue shirt color"

"Lying on the ice, lying on the frost, drunk and easy to wake up"

"The heavy bottle of glass cannot be removed"

"Okay, okay!" Following Du Shao's writing, his friend Ji Xiang couldn't help clapping his hands and exclaimed: "The occasion, the occasion!"

Although this poem is not a good poem, it is superior in its talent and fits today's scene, so it is considered to have skill.

Hearing his friend's praise, Du Shaowei also had a look of color on his face, and immediately ordered his servants to send the poem to the guest table.

As soon as Du Shao sent this poem up, today's poetry meeting will officially start.As for the first poem that came to join the show, the seniors at the guest-of-honor seat naturally gave face, praised it one after another, and made a few positive comments.

Just here, the owner Liu Siwei made a special trip to Mr. Du's table later, greeted several fellow students, and exchanged warm greetings with Mr. Du.

Du Shaowei, who was somewhat put on airs, lost his attitude in an instant when he really talked to Senior Liu, and responded respectfully.

In other words, the rhythmic routine of a group of talented little Vs for the rich to gain social popularity, not to mention in the Ming Dynasty, even dates back to the Han and Tang Dynasties, it is also a basic exercise, a traditional art skill.

However, this does not include Senior Liu.

Liu Siwei is No. 7 in the Hangzhou Provincial Examination, a gold medal education that cannot be harder.Participating in the poetry meeting held by Liu's family, the friends with low education were calm and slightly excited. Later, I went to the senior's house to ask for knowledge and study poetry, which is not ashamed.

They don't need to mentally wrestle while eating and drinking, while flattering and flattering the idiot young master of the local rich man's family against their will.

So generally speaking, these literati at the poetry meeting, in front of the young master of the Liu family, were really low-profile and submissive psychologically.

It may not be a big deal to have money at home, but the No. 7 senior in the rural examination, spending money to invite everyone to spend the summer, is really giving face.

When it was time to get acquainted, the young master of the Liu family asked his servants to add a few cans of expensive glass bottled fruits to the table. Canned lychees from western Guangdong, longan from Guangxi and golden pineapples from Yizhou were poured into glass basins and served in full bloom. After serving on ice, sprinkle with a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus.

After this set up, Du Xiucai, who had earned enough face for everyone, became the leader of my class.

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Ji Xiang sighed comfortably and said contentedly after eating up a glass of iced canned fruit in two or three mouthfuls: "No matter what else happens, Xia Bing alone is enough to satisfy Senior Liu's kindness today. Even the one from the south, Mr. Xie I must say 'Gao Ming'".

The scene where a certain general of the king of Qin went north to bombard the county town of Shanghai with a gunboat had a far-reaching impact.

This kind of behavior is no different from the opening of the Opium War. Although all parties have passed away afterwards, for the local elites in the south of the Yangtze River, from the moment the cannons roared, the pirate commander who made his fortune in the land of the savages in the south, never again. It's not hidden and transparent anymore.

It needs to be given enough attention and respect to its people.

The legendary Cao did not ignore this respect either.Although he has been fighting abroad all year round, as a person from the south of the Yangtze River in the hinterland of Ming Dynasty, he has always felt Cao's influence during these years.

For example, the ever-changing Binhai Port area is full of tower cranes.

For example, the tide generally pours into the industrial products in the south of the Yangtze River.

For example, monstrous money, endless population absorption.

All of the above, in just a few years, tyrannically and irresistibly changed the lives of Jiangnan from the gentry to the ordinary people, and even the three outlooks.

Today, whenever a new gadget appears in this Jiangnan area, fashion-loving gentlemen and gentlemen from all walks of life will know without asking, that the new gadget is most likely an "imported product" that landed from Zhangsu Port District.

What Ji Xiang said just now is the general attitude of Jiangnan gentry towards Cao, a southern barbarian: there is a hint of arrogance mixed with the mentality of admiration.In the context where someone has to be mentioned, only "that person from the south" is used as a pronoun.

However, the forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds, and there are always people who can't understand that thief and bird, and openly complain.

No, just as Ji Xiang finished speaking, a "middle-aged" scholar with a goatee and gray temples in the same table put down his wine bowl, shook off his half-worn blue shirt and long sleeves, and began to express different opinions: "It's just some strange skills and obscenity, it's hard to be elegant. It's a certain Cao surname, who is used to private savings and exiles, and he is obviously disobedient. Humph, let him be a little bit rampant, wait for the court to take action in the future, and then look at the scenery .”

The unceremonious words of the old scholar with a goatee directly exposed Cao's reactionary nature, and caused a brief silence in the originally lively meeting.

Blushing all over his face, Du Shaowei, who seemed to have already had a lot of alcohol, frowned inadvertently at this moment.

In fact, Du Shaowei knew that this time the Liu family came forward to organize the poetry meeting, and most of the invited people should have been screened.

Liu Yaozu is the public spokesman of Cao's business in the Jiangnan area. The Liu family has organized poetry meetings several times. What are the intentions behind it? Do these elite gentry families of the Ming Dynasty really not understand?
Therefore, anyone who participated in these recent poetry meetings often represents one or more family forces that are friendly to the Cao family, or at least not contradictory.

Like Du Shaowei is like this.There are many capable people in his family, not only some of them are officials in the capital, but also many gentry at home.However, this time, the elders in charge of the family sent him, a talented scholar, to attend the poetry meeting in Zaoyuan.

Thousands of years old trick.

No one is stupid, especially for the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River who have information exchange channels and see the fire in the precarious Daming Cave.

If it was changed to two years earlier, the exchange between the gentry and the gentry, Cao's recruitment of refugees for misconduct is still a topic that can be discussed openly.Today, this topic has long since disappeared among the gentry, and everyone has a tacit understanding.

So Du Shaowei frowned.

He knew that since it was a gathering of literati, there would always be a few gangsters to embellish the scene, which was not surprising.It's just that he didn't expect that this goatee scholar with a violent temper was actually sitting with him.

Du Shaowei, who had finally won the jackpot and took the opportunity to chat with the young master of the Liu family, could only secretly express his bad luck at this time.

Just when Du Xiucai was about to say something to save the embarrassing situation at the banquet, the next moment, there was a calm foreign voice: "Students disagree with this statement."

The speaker was another scholar at the same table.

Du Shaowei took a closer look, but it was a little transparent who had been silent before.Du Shaowei vaguely remembered that at the beginning of the table fight, this man simply cupped his hands and said, "Shanxi Wu Fazheng."

Hearing this Shanxi dialect now, it is true.

This Shanxi Wu Xiucai who jumped out suddenly did not stand out in appearance: dark-skinned, strong and strong, with a square face with three points of righteousness, a bit like a reduced version of Bao Gong, completely different from the fair-skinned scholar Gong Jiangnan. They don't match boundaries.

However, at this moment, Du Shaowei kind of liked this upright Shanxi guy.

Sure enough, after the opening remarks, Shanxi Wu Xiucai continued: "As far as the students know, most of those refugees now have a livelihood, food and clothing, and they can protect their families from starvation on the side of the road."

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. General Cao rescued all the people of China. Such a kind deed is a great merit. Why is it so unbearable in the mouth of this friend?"

The old scholar with the goatee was stunned. He had no talent and was not used to this kind of asymmetrical debate.Because the opponent didn't discuss with him whether the person surnamed Cao was a traitor, but jumped to the moral high ground in an instant to whip his soul.

After thinking about it, the goatee still decided to be tough: "This... natural disasters and man-made disasters are inevitable. And the shady refugees are the defense of the ministers, how can they be confused."

Goatee's attitude is very clear: he would rather have the grass of Daming than the seedlings of Cao thief.

Wu Xiucai sneered when he heard the words: "This friend speaks with a local accent. I think someone in the Li clan has become a refugee on weekdays. You must have stepped forward to persuade them in person. It is the right way in the world to let them sit and wait to starve to death?"

"Hahaha."

Wu Xiucai's seemingly stern words, but in fact they were extremely sarcasm, made Du Shaowei burst into laughter: "Not bad, not bad, starving to death is a small matter, but injustice is a big matter!"

Accompanied by Du Shaowei's roar of laughter, a group of shrewd figures in the banquet roared with laughter, with enough momentum to block the old scholar's words in their throats.

The next moment, seeing the sneering eyes and malicious laughter of the people at the same table, the old scholar came to his senses in an instant. He had only been greedy for a bowl of fruit wine before, and had a violent temper attack. He was not so drunk that he could not distinguish the situation. Degree.

The old oily boy who eats and drinks all the year round, at this moment, there still doesn't understand that he has caused trouble.After the face turned blue and red, the old scholar finally gathered the half-washed sleeve planer, said "offended", and left the table in a hurry.

"Where did the disgust come from?"

After the old scholar left, Du Shaowei, who did not hide his attitude at all, changed seats with others on purpose, moved to Shanxi Wu Xiucai, and had a drink with you.

Not wanting to drink this, Du Shaowei discovered that Wu Xiucai had a sharp speech and unique views, and he shared the same language with his family in many places.

Especially on the issue of the Cao family, this Wu Xiucai made no secret of his appreciation for the Cao family, which made Du Shaowei, who had been forcibly tied to the Cao boat by his family, very amazed.

So after the poetry meeting ended, Du Shaowei officially exchanged name cards with a Shanxi scholar named Wu Fazheng, kowtowed to each other, made friends, and made an appointment to go to Hangzhou together tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)