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Chapter 164 The son of "Wu Jien"!

The Jiangling City Winter Solstice Poetry Meeting was of a very high standard, and the poetry meeting was even presided over by the judge of the county middle school himself.

Not to mention the talents and learning of these scholars and beauties, the makeup alone is much higher than that of Wuling County.Looking around, the whole building is full of handsome men and beautiful women who are pleasing to the eye. Some of them are similar to the faces of Internet celebrities, which makes people feel a little blind and easy to mistake people.

To put it mildly, the makeup of Wuling ladies is more realistic and youthful.

An hour after the poetry meeting started, Zhang Zhe clearly noticed it.

Apart from other things, only scholars can learn this. Apart from Zhang Zhe's own bug, Wuling County is almost two levels behind Jiangling County.

Moreover, the winter solstice poetry meeting in Jiangling City was much more interesting than Zhang Zhe imagined.

For example, there is a project that greatly enhances the friendship between men and women, "Shooting Patterns".

In ancient game language, "shooting" means guessing.

The first step of "shooting patterns" is to count how many ladies are willing to participate, and then each lady is allocated a wooden plaque with different patterns.The second step is to count how many scholars are willing to participate. If the number is more than the participating ladies, some people will be eliminated through various competitions, and the finalists will also be distributed with another set of wooden cards.

Then the ladies show the pattern of the wooden sign in their hands, and then change positions or change the wooden sign in private.In the end, the scholars "shot" the ladies with the same pattern as the wooden cards in their hands.

Each lady will prepare a small question and a small gift, and the scholar who successfully "shoots" will get a small gift from the lady after answering the small question.

In this link, a scholar named Sun Zhonghe was extremely brilliant, he hit all four hits, and he must pass every hit.But Zhang Zhe naturally looked down on this kind of person, he was obviously a playboy.In addition, the other party was older than himself, so Zhang Zhe wrote an X on a list provided by the Four Seasons Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

He glanced around inadvertently, and it seemed that Old Cheng also picked up a pen and drew a bad symbol under someone's name.

The poetry meeting will soon become regular, and various poems will be held in turn. After several rounds, many excellent works have appeared.

Zhang Zhe focuses on teenagers between the ages of 17 and [-], and has already locked in a few targets, all of whom are from poor family backgrounds.

Especially a 16-year-old boy named Yang Zixian and a 15-year-old boy named Jiang Shangyang.Among the two, Yang Zixian is good at quick talent, while Jiang Shangyang is young and mature.

The most important thing is that both of their poems entered the final round of general evaluation.

A total of seven poems entered the general evaluation, namely two "Spring", two "Autumn", one "Qixi", one "Cloud" and one "Winter".

Yang Zixian's "Autumn Visit to the Mountain Temple" and Jiang Shangyang's "Dongmei" are even expected to enter the top five.

Xie Sen, the Jiangling academic judge, picked up and put down the seven manuscripts, repeating this many times, which seemed extremely entangled.

"My Jiangling talent can move Bi Xiao, but there are seven songs!" Xie Sen thought for a long time, and finally ruled out the first one, which is the one by Sun Zhonghe, a playboy who neither Zhang Zhe nor Lao Cheng likes very much. "Chinese Valentine's Day".

"Zilian's poem is good in the old days, but it's not suitable for today's scene. Now that we have people who work together, what will we do here?" Xie Sen obviously knew Sun Zhonghe well, picked up the poem and read it After reading it again, he shook his head and threw it back at Sun Zhonghe.

"The moon stays in the phoenix house, the stars are full of clouds and dreams. The children of the world, count the Milky Way with your hands."

Sun Zhonghe was a little dissatisfied and was about to distinguish.But Xie Xuepan sneered: "Don't tell the difference, these poems are definitely not written by young people, but I want you to ask your father?"

Sun Zhonghe touched his head and smiled, and was about to say something polite, but Xie Sen also threw out his second shortlisted poem "Autumn Poems".

"The stars are falling like rain, the moon is like a dream, and the geese are singing and breaking the fog. I don't know the age of my life, but I can vaguely say that Xingfanghong was that year. You are only twenty, where did you vaguely come from that year? This is your brother's old poem, don't try to coax Go over there!"

The remaining five just happened to be shortlisted.It's just that only the top three will be rewarded, Xie Sen thought about it, and ruled out another song.But it is a song "Spring", written by a young man surnamed Ma in his 20s.

"The east wind provokes the west tower, peaches and plums spread across the clouds. The spring rain couldn't persuade it, and it turned into a river. Although the first sentence is antithetical, it is a bit ill-considered. It should be ranked fifth."

"Jian Ziteng's "Cloud Poems" and Ren Xiao's "Spring Poems" should be A and B, but this is the third?"

Xie Sen picked up the manuscripts of Yang Zixian and Jiang Shangyang's poems, pondered for a while, and put aside Jiang Shangyang's "Dongmei" poems.

"Jiang Yuncong's poems are good, but Mei's poems are exhausted, all in the seven Zhang poems. In comparison, it is not easy to take Mei's poems into my top three, so as not to arouse public opinion."

Xie Xuepan's excuse was very reluctant, but the people around nodded in agreement, and even Jiang Shangyang, who was full of disappointment, seemed to acquiesce to this judgment.

"Why, I think Xiao Jiang's poems are better?" Zhang Zhe looked at the four poems copied in his hand, but the first one killed Ren Jiaqilang's "Spring Poems".

"The flowers are in the rain in front of the mountain, the grass catches the willows and the wind. The lake is three-pointed, and the world is drunk." This spring poem is clearly on the same level as the previous spring poems that were eliminated, but the head of Ren's family is a judge in the county. That's all.

In Jian Ziteng's previous introduction, Zhang Zhe learned that he was the grandson of Jiangling Wenzong Jian Xin, so the first thing he did was to give his grandfather face.

That "Poetry in Clouds" is imposing, but it doesn't fit Jian Ziteng's personality. I'm afraid it is also the private collection of the elder in the family.

Zhang Zhe looked carefully at Yang Zixian's expression through the gap on the bamboo screen, and then followed his gaze to see a lady opposite.

The woman even winked at Yang Zixian.

Um?Isn't that girl from the Fang family who played the piano before? If Zhang Zhe remembers correctly, this girl is already nineteen years old, the same age as Zhang Zhe, just three years older than Yang Zixian, and her father should be Xuejuan Youxuesi .

Although it is said that the female junior is holding a gold brick, but this Fang's family is not...

When Zhang Zhe was brainstorming, someone in the field suddenly started to attack Jiang Shangyang, which immediately attracted Zhang Zhe's attention.

"Brother Congyun, today he is dressed more shabby than Brother Zu Mingxian, but he wears the word "poor family" on his face. How did I hear that your father wrote a good book for someone recently, and he should earn money in his hand. A lot of money, why are you still wearing a robe with unthreaded cuffs today?"

The person who spoke was a scholar sitting next to Yang Zixian, but the reason for his remark was that someone at the parents' table had asked Jiang Shangyang to test him.And Jiang Shangyang responded very decently, and was rewarded by the other party.

Zhang Zhe didn't look at the person who questioned Jiang Shangyang, but frowned at the calm Yang Zixian.

Jiang Shangyang blushed, and explained: "My father just helped others to continue writing, and he only got three taels in total. To pay off the debt, he only got half a tael. Clothes are just for wearing, just to keep out the cold. Why should Brother Shi care about the clothes of the younger brother? "

"Oh?" The scholar surnamed Shi had a sneer on his face, "The second volume of "Journey to the West: The Legend of Shi'e", which has sold thousands of copies, has written a bunch of Taoerjing and Shaoyaojing, and your father will get it." Three taels? Daya Bookstore is too stingy, hahahaha."

Seeing that a scholar surnamed Shi revealed that the second volume of "Journey to the West: The Legend of Shi'er" was written by Jiang's family, everyone in the room showed contempt for Jiang Shangyang.

Zhang Zhe chuckled in his heart, if these people haven't read the book carefully, why would they show such expressions to Xiao Jiang?

But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Shangyang's father was actually that Wu Jien.

　This chapter is an excessive chapter, a little light.

　　The seven shortlisted poems are as follows:
　　"Cloud" was born in the breeze, and has no intention of facing the south sky.For three thousand years, I am at ease in the world.

　　"Spring Poetry" The east wind provokes the west building, and the peaches and plums are full of clouds.Unable to persuade Chunyu, it turned into a river.

　　"Winter Plum Blossom" Yamamoto has no worries about turning his head white, and the water flows back into the sky without form.The best thing is that the color is good in a year, and a branch of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains will stay.

　　"Spring Poetry 2" Flowers are full of rain in front of the mountain, and grass is photographed by willows in the wind.The lake is three points good, and the world is drunk.

　　"Qixi" The moon is stationed in the phoenix house, and the stars are full of clouds and dreams.Little children in the world, count the Milky Way with your hands.

　　"Visiting the Mountain Temple in Autumn" The autumn mountains are black and rainy, and the maple color burns the clouds and rivers.The stone path is unbearable to walk on, and the bell urges the guests to return.

　　"Autumn Poetry 2" The stars fall like rain and the moon is like a dream, and the sound of geese crows and the fog breaks down.The age of life is unknown, but Xing Fanghong was vaguely that year.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)