Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 46 A man with a bad mouth based on his ability
Chapter 46 A man with a bad mouth based on his ability

When I read online novels in my previous life, any historical themed novels always included the ability to write poems and pretend to slap people in the face.

At the beginning, Hu Weiyong still felt fresh when watching this plot.

But this was the case, and Hu Weiyong felt annoyed.

Why isn't it over yet?

Damn it, can't you guys change your routine?

But when Hu Weiyong himself came to Ming Dynasty, he realized that he was wrong, and this routine was so damn hard that he couldn't change it.

When a gathering of literati and poets gathers together, they really don’t know what to do if they don’t recite poems and compose poems.

Why?

Because the meaning of the scriptures cannot be distinguished, after all, they are just young scholars with little knowledge. They cannot make any twists and turns, but it is easy to make people laugh.

Moreover, the theory of classics and meanings can be said to be the core theory of all schools of Confucianism.

There are conflicts among several schools of thought in this area of ​​knowledge.

If we talk about these things in public, if things go wrong, it will no longer be a matter between two students, and it will be the beginning of a party struggle between the two groups.

Therefore, it is better to recite poems and compose poems.

It can not only meet the students' needs to show off, become famous, and show off their abilities, but at the same time, it will not lead to such tragic situations as life and death.

After all, when it comes to distinguishing between classics and meanings, if one’s knowledge has not reached a certain level, it is impossible to judge what is good or bad, right or wrong.

But anyone who has read a book can tell whether a poem is good or not by just reading it.

Therefore, Hu Weiyong understood it after arriving in Ming Dynasty.

In ancient times, there were only so many tricks when scholars got together. Apart from talking about which oiran was good-looking, the only thing left was to recite poems and write poems, which was arty.

After Hu Weiyong calmed down for a moment, he looked at his clothes. Although he was a little richer and more refined, he didn't go beyond the standard. It was just a scholar's uniform, so he didn't worry about revealing his identity.

Immediately, he walked towards the crowd with square steps, planning to go over and see the excitement.

As soon as he got closer, a young student came over with a smile on his face. Before he even got close, he bowed his hands and asked hurriedly.

"This brother, is he a student who participated in this Enke?"

Hu Weiyong nodded without hesitation.

Didn't you just take part in it? The questions you little bastards took the test were all written by me.

Seeing Hu Weiyong admit it, another student in his twenties who was standing slightly closer turned his head and glanced at Hu Weiyong before praising him steadily.

"Although my brother is much older than me and has never been admitted, he can always grit his teeth and persevere."

"This persistence alone is commendable, and it is truly a role model for us!"

Hu Weiyong turned to look at this guy, his expression a little ugly.

Why does this sound so awkward?
You thought this guy was making fun of you, but you didn't realize that he didn't look so serious.

But if you say that the other party is praising yourself, this really doesn't sound good.

After thinking about it again, I understand.

This is a little brat with negative emotional intelligence and a bad mouth.

Forget it, sir, I don’t care about this kind of people.

Simply, Hu Weiyong turned a deaf ear to these words and walked to the crowd without paying any attention to them, wanting to see what kind of commotion they were making.

There is a saying that Hu Weiyong was actually only in his early fifties at this time.In terms of age in future generations, he can be regarded as either a middle-aged uncle or a young old man. It all depends on which circle he is in and how he looks.

Hu Weiyong already had a good foundation, and now Xianyu is pampered but never forgets to exercise, and he also has the support of mysterious existences such as the system. In terms of appearance, he is only about forty, in his prime.

But unlike other students, his demeanor, demeanor, and the clothes he wore showed that he did not come from an ordinary family.

Therefore, as soon as people like Hu Weiyong approached, they were readily accepted by the students.

After all, there are still only a few people who have a bad mouth and negative emotional intelligence like just now.

Anyone who aspires to take the imperial examination and get involved in the officialdom cannot understand the principle of having many friends and multiple paths.

However, those present were somewhat capable and arrogant. Although they nodded and smiled at Hu Weiyong, that was all.

If you want to report your name, you have to wait until Hu Weiyong shows his ability.

Everyone's poetry meeting was now in the poetry writing stage, and Hu Weiyong was lucky enough to do so.

None of the students present were polite at this moment. They immediately picked up their pens and splashed ink, writing down their own proud works one after another.

As a latecomer and an outsider, Hu Weiyong was not in a hurry to show off his knowledge.

After all, it was already the Ming Dynasty, and the poems that could be copied had to be of good quality, and there were only so many, so they couldn't be used lightly.

What's more, what is his identity as Mr. Hu?

If this group of students knew his identity, they would all be polite and call him Enxiang.

Therefore, Hu Weiyong walked around leisurely and took a look at the works of these students.

You don't know this by looking at it, but at a glance, you find that these students are really something.

Especially the youngest student who was the first to greet him at the beginning, he had the best literary talent.

If it weren't for the confirmation that he was the only one who traveled through time, Hu Weiyong would have been surprised to think that this was a fellow traveler who also came with similar concerns.

After the young student finished writing, he smiled at Hu Weiyong and said, "Brother, why don't you come and show your skills and let me learn a thing or two?"

"Haha, I don't need it. I just took my niece out to relax today. It's a fluke that I met you. You and I met by chance. How can I spoil your fun."

Hu Weiyong also spoke very politely.

Neither belittling oneself excessively nor looking down on the other party.

But the student with a bad mouth from before suddenly stood up and said, "Brother, when we meet, we only care about our character, not our literary talent."

"Brother, it doesn't matter if you dare to compose a poem. If you really can't do it, everyone here is a person of noble character and they will definitely not laugh at you!"

As soon as these words came out, Hu Weiyong's expression changed and he looked at the foul-mouthed brother again.

'Do you really think of me as a big brother who failed to pass the exam? '

'Tsk, tsk, with this kind of emotional intelligence, if you enter the officialdom, you will be played to death! '

Hu Weiyong was really interested at this time. He wanted to know that it was rare to meet a person with a negative emotional intelligence, and he didn't know if he "recognized him".

"Who is this brother? I don't know his name?"

The bad-mouthed guy didn't hide it, or he didn't know or care about other people's looks at all. When Hu Weiyong asked, he immediately replied blankly: "My surname is Xiaoru!"

Upon hearing this name, Hu Weiyong suddenly understood.

Oh, it’s Fang Xiaoru, that’s okay!You deserve to have a bad mouth.

Hu Weiyong didn't mind at all.

(End of this chapter)