Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little every day

Chapter 69 Two pairs of shoes on the floor (please subscribe)
Fang Yue didn't know yet at this time that he had been "held a grudge" by a certain woman.

He had already had breakfast and was ready to go back to the inn.

At this time, on the road next to them, two beautiful women were walking from a distance.

"Sister Zhang Shu, today's literary gathering was initiated by Wen Daru. It is said that the great talent who wrote "Homesickness" will also be present."

One of them, a woman with a round face, a round face, and a charming look, raised her head and said to the woman next to her.

"What, you said that Liu Dacai with the bright moonlight in front of his bed will also be there?

Why didn't you tell me earlier? I haven't changed my clothes today. Wouldn't it look bad for me like this? "

Zhang Shu, who was originally enjoying himself, suddenly became anxious after hearing what the woman said.

Although Zhang Shu also practices martial arts, and has been practicing the level of skin resurfacing for several years, she is almost complete.

She has good qualifications and has Zhang Boyang's guidance.

But perhaps women are not allowed to participate in martial arts, so Zhang Shu is actually not that enthusiastic about martial arts practice.

As I grew older, especially in the past year or so since returning from Daliu Shu Village, I became even more enthusiastic about participating in various cultural gatherings in the county.

From hating martial arts to liking poetry and songs.

Maybe this is the rebellious period of this world.

"No way, Sister Zhang Shu is so beautiful, she looks good in anything she wears." The woman with a bun face and a round head praised.

Zhang Shu accepted the compliment from the girl with the bun face as a matter of course, and then she continued: "Oh, why are you memorizing the song "Thought" and looking up at the bright moon? What's underneath?"

"I, I don't remember either." The girl with the bun face said.

After all, he has never received any systematic education, that is, he has never gone to school.

Therefore, in fact, Zhang Shu and this steamed bun-faced couple are keen on participating in various cultural gatherings.

But in reality, the ink between the chest and abdomen is limited.

That is to say, they only know that this poem is very famous in Xiahe County recently, but in fact, if they are asked to recite it, they cannot memorize it.

While I was feeling annoyed, I heard a catchy and yin-yang sound.

"There is a bright moonlight in front of the bed, and there are two pairs of shoes on the floor. Look up at the moon, lower your head to eat well."

When Zhang Shu heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Isn't this the full text of the poem she came up with!
It is indeed a famous poem through the ages. Even though there is one place in Xiahe County, there are people who can recite it.

Zhang Shu felt happy and silently recited it several times.

It wasn't until I felt that I would never forget it that I remembered to look at who had recited the poem just now.

But at this time, Fang Yue had already left, so she naturally didn't notice it. She only said that some kind person recited it.

So he didn't take it seriously, and not long after, he and the girl with the bun face came hand in hand to a quiet and elegant garden in Xiahe County.

This is where Wen Daru held a poetry meeting.

Of course Wen Donglou will not come, his disciples are in charge here.

As the author of the poem "Homesickness", the young master of the Liu family is naturally the center of attention.

At this moment, the young master of the landlord's family was wearing a light blue scholar's uniform and waving a folding fan in his hand.Although his face is childish, he prides himself on being romantic, and he looks like someone who is cold and should not be approached.

Liu Chuanzhi was surrounded by many talented people and felt the admiring gazes of the young ladies from aristocratic families around him. He felt as comfortable as sitting on a cloud.

It made him very reluctant to part with it, and he was very obsessed with this feeling.

In my heart, I am not so worried about pretending to be Fang Yue's poems.

"Brother Liu is indeed a great talent in our Xiahe County. As soon as this song about homesickness came out, the whole city was shocked!"

"Yes, that's right. Today's event is all thanks to Brother Liu. Brother Liu might as well leave the calligraphy treasure behind."

"Brother Liu is a great talent. He will definitely win the Civil Service Examination in three days' time."

Soon, under the praise of all his classmates, Liu Chuanzhi had no choice but to come to the center of the courtyard after repeatedly declining.

A table has already been set up here, with good rice paper on it, and a girl standing next to it is sharpening ink.

In this situation, Liu Chuanzhi couldn't bear it, and he just splashed out ink.

"Looking at the mountain and moon in front of the window, I suspect it's frost on the ground. I raise my head to look at the mountain and the moon, and lower my head to think about my hometown."

While I was writing, there were many onlookers and talented people around me, including young masters and ladies from major families, and there were no shortage of good people who were reciting along with me.

Praises came one after another. After all, poems like these can be praised for hundreds of years, not to mention famous poems throughout the ages.

It's just that he is different from the many people who shake their heads and praise him.

Zhang Shu frowned tightly at the moment, looking at the poems written and hung on the stage.

"No, this poem is wrong!"

Zhang Shu blurted out without thinking, just because it felt wrong.

But after saying that, I was shocked to realize the situation here.

Zhang Shu's voice was not loud, but it was very noticeable in the garden.

All of a sudden, it attracted the attention of the people around him.

"This girl, I don't know what's wrong with this poem."

Liu Chuanzhi kept a graceful smile on his face and stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand. He closed it and held it in his hand.

This poem was naturally not written by him, but he did not believe it was written by Fang Yue.

Fang Yue must have copied it from somewhere, so he borrowed it and used it, and he also modified the poem.

Liu Chuanzhi felt that he had changed well.

Later, I read out this edited poem in front of people in the city, and it was indeed highly praised by the other party.

With his heart satisfied, Liu Chuanzhi came up with the idea of ​​taking the poem as his own.With his evil thoughts, he could no longer look back, so during this period of time, he slowly spread this poem through spreading it intentionally or unintentionally.

As for the future, if Fang Yue knows more about it, what will happen to a poor country boy who doesn't know a few Chinese characters, even if he is a Wu scholar!
Who would believe that this poem was written by him!

This is also the reason why Liu Chuanzhi feels confident after plagiarizing.

At this moment, a woman said something was wrong on the spot. Could it be that this woman knew something?
For a moment, Liu Chuanzhi's heart skipped a beat.

"This poem is wrong. It should be about the bright moonlight in front of the bed."

After reciting this sentence, the people around him immediately started talking.

"Why didn't I expect that this bright moon is so well used? It's much taller than the mountain moon."

"Not bad, not bad, really wonderful."

Liu Chuanzhi's heart also skipped a beat, and he looked at Zhang Shu in confusion. Could it be that this woman really knew something?
She couldn't let her continue to memorize this, otherwise how would he end up today.

However, how could Zhang Shu give him a chance?

The next sentence was already blurted out.

Just two pairs of shoes on the floor.

As soon as these words came out, the people around him were stunned for a moment. No one thought that the beautiful woman could change the original work into such a nasty way.

When the whole room burst into laughter, they all started laughing at Zhang Shu.

"What kind of stupid woman is this? She doesn't listen to what she says."

"Yes, these uneducated and ill-intentioned people have simply tarnished our literary society here."

Liu Chuanzhi, who should have been the most nervous, felt inexplicably relieved at this moment.

"This girl, please come back. Remember not to change the poems or make fun of them, otherwise you will only make people laugh."

Liu Chuanzhi immediately drove people away with a smile.

Other students also followed suit.

Zhang Shu didn't go through this battle, but she just frowned: "I still have a few sentences that I haven't finished reciting?"

Zhang Shu felt annoyed because she was pretending to be reserved when she should have memorized the poem in one breath.

If these people had listened to the complete verse, they would certainly not be like this.

However, Zhang Shu was eventually kicked out as an uneducated person.

That is because Zhang Shu is a woman, otherwise she would have been criticized verbally and physically.

But even so, some ladies from aristocratic families who were close to Zhang Shu in the past have unconsciously decided to keep a distance from Zhang Shu.

Staying with this kind of woman will affect your reputation.

Zhang Shu was finally kicked out of the garden before she realized that there was something wrong with the poem she had just recited.

However, she did not feel that she was wrong. Instead, she felt resentful towards the person who read the poem in the morning.

After all, she had never been so embarrassed before when she was kicked out of the literary society.

As for the cultural meeting scene.

After Zhang Shu left, she should have followed the procedure.

However, someone looked at the poems hanging in the field, combined the two with what Zhang Shu was reading.

The mountain moon changes to the bright moon, and the whole poem becomes particularly smooth.

The artistic conception has improved a lot unconsciously.

Is there any hidden meaning in this poem by Liu Chuanzhi?
Naturally, there were many people among the crowd who were suspicious of Liu Chuanzhi's sudden creation of such an eternally famous poem.

Could it be that, as the rumors say, Liu Chuanzhi plagiarized it?

At this moment, at the cultural gathering, the chaos caused by Zhang Shu could no longer go on.

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Fang Yue's life here became calm and fulfilling.

He didn't even know what trouble he had caused Zhang Shu by telling him a few nonsense poems that day.

Of course, even if he knew it, what would it have to do with him.

He didn't let Zhang Shu show off either.

And he didn't even know that someone would boldly plagiarize.

Since getting started with bone forging, Fang Yue has been practicing even more diligently during this period.

As time goes by, the money on your body is consumed very quickly.

It was half a month before the martial arts examination, and all the money he had on him had been used up.

Two pairs of bone-forging secret potions cost him 50 taels of silver.

And this is because he now has value in Mr. Zheng's eyes, and he was given a discounted price.

"Sure enough, you still need to make a living, otherwise you will need at least five or six sets of bone-forging secret potions a month, which is nearly 200 taels of silver a month."

Fang Yue briefly calculated the expenses for this month and couldn't help but feel shocked.

The consumption of secret medicine after bone forging is much higher than that during skin grinding.

Moreover, the price of the bone-forging secret medicine is twice as high as that of the dermabrasion ointment.

Even if there are five sets of secret medicine in a month, it will cost almost 130 taels of silver.

It’s nearly 500 taels a year.

And now, even if his family is collecting rent, they can only save a hundred and ten taels of silver in a year.

Sure enough, martial arts training is a waste of money. No wonder even Fang Hu lost all his family business back then.

No wonder so many people are trying to get into the martial arts exam despite competing for the top spot!
(End of this chapter)