Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little every day

Chapter 55
"That poem was really written by Fang Yue?"

"Impossible, definitely impossible!"

"How can such a vulgar warrior write poetry?"

After Liu Chuanzhi returned home that day, he searched through the books in his old house, but could not find the few verses he had heard, so he wrote to Wen Donglou, the dean of the Xiahe County College.

Wen Donglou is a famous Confucian, even in the entire Shanyang Mansion.

He is rich in knowledge, especially in his early years, he traveled to the two capitals and thirteen states of the Wei Dynasty, and what he saw and heard was far beyond ordinary people.

If the poem I heard from Widow Yu was written by an ancient person, then Wen Donglou, the headmaster of the college, must know it.

However, today, the mountain chief's reply surprised Liu Chuanzhi.

Wen Donglou didn't know where this poem came from, and after checking it, he was sure that this poem must have been written by modern people. He even asked who the poet was and said that he would visit him personally.

After Liu Chuanzhi read the letter, he felt bad.

Wen Donglou wants to visit in person, who should he visit?

Want to visit Fang Yue, the mud-legged man in Daliushu Village?

Thinking of Fang Yue, he was now a Wu scholar and had achieved more achievements than him.

At the same time, the status of Wu scholar is higher than that of Wen scholar, and to some extent, it is not inferior to that of Wu scholar.

Even his father has always told him to maintain a good relationship with the Fang family and resolve the previous misunderstanding.

Moreover, he also sent generous gifts to the Fang family several times.

This is like being the top student in the class since childhood, but being surpassed by a poor student in the class during the college entrance examination.

Moreover, this poor student had been beaten because of him before.

However, the education he received since childhood made him understand how to deal with others in a "tactful" manner and maintain a superficial appearance of kindness.

Liu Chuanzhi now feels depressed whenever he thinks of Fang Yue.

No, today I took advantage of the snow and went out to relax.

Unknowingly, we arrived at this lake.

As soon as he stood still, he saw a lone boat floating on the lake, with a fisherman sitting on the bow of the boat.

The man was sitting upright, motionless, with snowflakes covering his body like a layer of snow clothing.

This situation made him feel poetic, and he wanted to take advantage of this excitement to compose a poem.

But at this moment, a five-character quatrain floated out.

"Fishing the Cold River Snow Alone"

"This is another eternal poem. This feeling and scene are right in front of you."

Liu Chuanzhi was stunned for a moment. The scene in the poem happened right in front of his eyes. The person must have just written it.

This man must be a great sage and Confucian who lives in seclusion in the countryside! ! !

And he happened to meet at this meeting, and he happened to hear about it. It was the so-called meeting at the right time. This was opportunity.

After a while, I got to know this person. Wouldn't it be a good story? If it spreads in the future, his reputation will also rise with the tide.

If he is lucky, maybe he can get a famous teacher today, that would be even better.

Thinking of this, Liu Chuanzhi's mood instantly improved.

"I can't disturb Daxian now. I have to be respectful. In the future, the reputation of Liu Chuanzhi's standing snow beside the lake will definitely be spread."

Liu Chuanzhi thought to himself, and even put the umbrella he brought aside and let the snowflakes fall on him.

Soon, he too became a snowman.

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I don't know how long it took, but Liu Chuanzhi felt like he was almost frozen.

However, for the sake of showmanship, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

After a while, the great sage saw that he was so sincere, and it was worth it.

Finally, the boat in the middle of the lake moved.

It paddled towards him.

"Teacher, please accept your disciple." Liu Chuanzhi was already shivering from the cold, and his eyes were a little blurry.

He saw the man in the lake approaching, and before he could see his face clearly, he quickly knelt down.

"Hey, Master Liu, what are you doing?" "You can't do it, why are you kneeling down?"

A familiar voice came, and Liu Chuanzhi felt like he had heard it somewhere.

Moreover, this voice was green and very young, which was completely different from the gray-bearded and lofty scholar in his impression.

"Master, why did you kneel down for Mr. Fang?"

It was at this moment that the book boy's voice reached Liu Chuanzhi's ears.

It was when Liu Chuanzhi came back from a long absence that he came out to look for him.

When I came here, I happened to see this scene.

Liu Chuanzhi immediately felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his blurred eyes gradually became clearer.

He actually knelt down to Fang Yue!
Moreover, if he, a book boy with a big mouth, saw it, then the whole village would know about it soon, which would be really embarrassing.

When Liu Chuanzhi thought of this, his blood suddenly surged and he fainted.

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"Have you heard? A few days ago, the young master of the Liu family wanted to become the disciple of Mr. Fang, but he stood in the snow for two hours."

"Guess what, the young master of the Liu family fainted from excitement in the end."

Daliushu Village, in the alley.

The women who were basking in the sun and doing manual farm work were naturally busy with their hands and mouths.

This is what rural women in the countryside are like. They love to talk about things like those in the east and the west.

During this period of time, the protagonist has always been Fang Yue.

Today, the young master from Liu Ju's family was added, which naturally made it even more attractive.

"Isn't this true? Didn't the young master of the Liu family go to school? Why would he be apprenticed to Mr. Fang?" A woman asked in disbelief.

"Why not? Let me tell you. Don't tell others. This is from the Liu family. How can it be fake?"

Seeing that she was being suspected, the other woman quickly defended herself.

When I heard it was spread by the Liu family, I immediately believed it.

At this time, a carriage passed by these women.

The person sitting inside was none other than Liu Chuanzhi.

He was wrapped in a quilt, drinking ginger soup, and only a few words outside the carriage fell into his ears.

At that time, I spat out a mouthful of ginger soup.

There was only a look of shame, anger and resentment on his face.

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However, all this has nothing to do with Fang Yue.

After moving into the new house, the Fang family's life is getting better and better.

During this period, more and more people came to Fang Yue to say goodbye.

Most of them are wealthy families from several surrounding villages.

But how could Fang Yue get married now, even though he had always disagreed.

But Chen, who usually dotes on him very much, doesn't do this now.

"Zhe'er, you're not young anymore. The seventh child in the village had sons when you were your age." Mrs. Chen babbled.

Well, Fang Yue couldn't help but have a headache.

These days, he has been mentioned many times by Chen.Only now do I realize the horror of being forced to get married in my previous life.

"Mom, my brother isn't married yet."

Fortunately, in the end, Fang Yue moved his brother Fang Cheng out.

He said that the eldest brother was not married yet. If he got married first, he would be at odds with etiquette and break the rules.

With that said, Chen's firepower output target immediately became Fang Cheng.

"You, Fang Cheng, what are you going to eat? Why don't you quickly marry back the daughter of the Fuquan family!"

"If it doesn't happen within a month, you won't be able to eat anymore!"

Fang Cheng, who was eating, was immediately confused. Why was the fire burning on him?
(End of this chapter)