Chapter 50
Li Qingmeng handed the bag of Dao stones to the boy: "I only have these Dao stones, how do you think you want to participate in the literary gambling?"
Although the boy didn't like the gambling money in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface, and he still smiled very professionally and said: "You have to buy a brand first, ten low-grade dao stones for a red brand with the lowest denomination, your 80 yuan way Stone, you can exchange for eight red signs."
The servant led Li Qingmeng to sit down in the gambling area, poured her a cup of tea, and asked her to wait a moment, then he trotted to the counter to change the brand.
Li Qingmeng was sitting on an armchair, in front of him was a small table with a pot of tea, a cup, and a small plate of snacks.
From the afternoon to now, she first competed in the monthly exam, and then ran back and forth to save Li Yue'er. At this time, she was really thirsty and hungry.
She was not polite at the moment, picked up the snacks and ate a few pieces with tea, feeling that there was something in her stomach, which made her feel much better.
The people who participated in this round of gambling on the stage were writing vigorously. Li Qingmeng watched a round of gambling from the audience. Seeing that the title of this round was "Lan", the stipulated time for composing the poem was fifteen minutes, that is, about fifteen minutes .
The judging criteria are also hung on the high platform. The three seniors first look at the quality of the poems. If the quality is similar, it depends on the quantity of the poems. If the quantity is still the same, it depends on the submission time.
When Li Qingmeng sat down, the previous game had just come to an end. After she finished her snacks, when the time came, a few handymen came forward to collect the poems of a dozen people who participated in the gambling, and respectfully handed them over to the seat on the right side of the high platform. The three judges behind the table.
At this time, Liutiao also exchanged for a sign and came over. Eight small red wooden signs and a pair of number plates were placed on a wooden plate and brought over. The plate seemed empty, as if to show: I am poor!
The three judges discussed among themselves, selected the top three, announced and read their poems.
After listening to it, Li Qingmeng had a general understanding of their level, probably better than the poems he wrote, not a little bit worse than the famous writers of Tang and Song Dynasties.
Li Qingmeng felt relieved.
Next, the next round was played. The gambler presiding over the game was a well-mannered middle-aged man. On behalf of the banker, he invited people in the audience to bet.
Li Qingmeng gave Liutiao all eight small red wooden cards, and asked him to bet with a number plate, and Liutiao asked in surprise, "All bet?"
If you lose, come this trip, but you can only play this game.
Li Qingmeng waved his hand, signaling him to take it up quickly.
After no one was willing to bet, all those who had just placed their bets went up to the high platform, and each person occupied a narrow high table. On each high table, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and the ink had been sharpened by the servants. .
Only then did the blogger hang up the topic and put the hourglass for timing in front of everyone.
Li Qingmeng looked up, and saw the word "Spring" written on the big white paper hanging.
Li Qingmeng was overjoyed, spring is good, there are too many poems about spring, and it is difficult to choose.
She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes upwards to screen in her heart, forgetting that she was the watchman at this time.
A skinny, short, and slightly ugly man, biting his lip, made one want to punch him in the face like that.
Fortunately, everyone was immersed in thinking at this time, and no one saw her ugly appearance.
Li Qingmeng chose a poem, unfolded the white paper on the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote it with one stroke.
The first place in the last round just wrote two poems. To be on the safe side, Li Qingmeng also chose two poems.
(End of this chapter)
Li Qingmeng handed the bag of Dao stones to the boy: "I only have these Dao stones, how do you think you want to participate in the literary gambling?"
Although the boy didn't like the gambling money in his heart, he didn't show it on the surface, and he still smiled very professionally and said: "You have to buy a brand first, ten low-grade dao stones for a red brand with the lowest denomination, your 80 yuan way Stone, you can exchange for eight red signs."
The servant led Li Qingmeng to sit down in the gambling area, poured her a cup of tea, and asked her to wait a moment, then he trotted to the counter to change the brand.
Li Qingmeng was sitting on an armchair, in front of him was a small table with a pot of tea, a cup, and a small plate of snacks.
From the afternoon to now, she first competed in the monthly exam, and then ran back and forth to save Li Yue'er. At this time, she was really thirsty and hungry.
She was not polite at the moment, picked up the snacks and ate a few pieces with tea, feeling that there was something in her stomach, which made her feel much better.
The people who participated in this round of gambling on the stage were writing vigorously. Li Qingmeng watched a round of gambling from the audience. Seeing that the title of this round was "Lan", the stipulated time for composing the poem was fifteen minutes, that is, about fifteen minutes .
The judging criteria are also hung on the high platform. The three seniors first look at the quality of the poems. If the quality is similar, it depends on the quantity of the poems. If the quantity is still the same, it depends on the submission time.
When Li Qingmeng sat down, the previous game had just come to an end. After she finished her snacks, when the time came, a few handymen came forward to collect the poems of a dozen people who participated in the gambling, and respectfully handed them over to the seat on the right side of the high platform. The three judges behind the table.
At this time, Liutiao also exchanged for a sign and came over. Eight small red wooden signs and a pair of number plates were placed on a wooden plate and brought over. The plate seemed empty, as if to show: I am poor!
The three judges discussed among themselves, selected the top three, announced and read their poems.
After listening to it, Li Qingmeng had a general understanding of their level, probably better than the poems he wrote, not a little bit worse than the famous writers of Tang and Song Dynasties.
Li Qingmeng felt relieved.
Next, the next round was played. The gambler presiding over the game was a well-mannered middle-aged man. On behalf of the banker, he invited people in the audience to bet.
Li Qingmeng gave Liutiao all eight small red wooden cards, and asked him to bet with a number plate, and Liutiao asked in surprise, "All bet?"
If you lose, come this trip, but you can only play this game.
Li Qingmeng waved his hand, signaling him to take it up quickly.
After no one was willing to bet, all those who had just placed their bets went up to the high platform, and each person occupied a narrow high table. On each high table, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and the ink had been sharpened by the servants. .
Only then did the blogger hang up the topic and put the hourglass for timing in front of everyone.
Li Qingmeng looked up, and saw the word "Spring" written on the big white paper hanging.
Li Qingmeng was overjoyed, spring is good, there are too many poems about spring, and it is difficult to choose.
She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes upwards to screen in her heart, forgetting that she was the watchman at this time.
A skinny, short, and slightly ugly man, biting his lip, made one want to punch him in the face like that.
Fortunately, everyone was immersed in thinking at this time, and no one saw her ugly appearance.
Li Qingmeng chose a poem, unfolded the white paper on the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote it with one stroke.
The first place in the last round just wrote two poems. To be on the safe side, Li Qingmeng also chose two poems.
(End of this chapter)
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