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

Chapter 76 Jie Jin asks for a hammer and gets a hammer
Chapter 76 Jie Jin asks for a hammer and gets a hammer

"Little girl, this poem can't be judged, right? How can we compare it?"

As soon as the little maid finished speaking, an intelligent person asked about the key.

"This person is a trustee!"

Hu Weiyong and Xie Jin expressed their views almost in unison.

After the two looked at each other, they laughed, feeling quite sympathetic to each other.

But a group of people waiting outside the private room were attracted by this question and all their attention turned to the little maid in front of the show pavilion on the second floor.

If it were an ordinary little maid, she would probably be fighting with each other by now.

But this is a drama arranged by Zui Feng Tower, so what could go wrong.

The little maid didn't seem to feel any pressure at all, smiling slightly at Yifu below.

"Answer to all nobles and sages, as the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. If you want to choose the best work today, of course you cannot let your servant speak randomly."

"But my store has made some arrangements in advance."

"Today, we are fortunate to have three famous talents from Yingtian Mansion as judges for this poetry competition."

"After your poems are completed later, those who think they are good can go to the three talents to apply for a judging grade, and they will be announced to the public at the same time."

"At Haishi, the three talented men will select the best ones today, and my girl will choose one of them to be the best!"

"In this way, it will not be unfair, nor will my girl miss out on her ideal husband!"

As soon as the little maid said these words and politely invited the three talents who had been prepared long ago, everyone finally nodded appropriately.

Well, it seems that Zui Feng Tower is not just messing around, but has made some preparations.

The three talented men who stood up were certainly not great scholars or celebrities, but in the current Yingtian City, they could make a living just by relying on their names.

To put it bluntly, based on their qualifications, talents and names, they are indeed qualified to be this judge.

Now that the rules have been set, all that's left is to fight!

Who doesn’t want fame, fortune and beauty?

The scholars present were particularly excited at this time. One by one, they started to walk to the prepared tables, picked up their pens and began to meditate.

When it comes to writing poetry, I talk about it as if no one can do it.

It was noisy outside, and it was equally unquiet inside the box.

Jie Jin came here just for the fun tonight. Seeing that the rules were set and everyone else started, he was scratching his head and twisting his head, unable to sit still at all.

"Brother Jinnan, Brother Fang, we... don't want to participate?"

"Fang will participate!"

Hu Weiyong hadn't spoken yet, but Fang Xiaoru, who had been silent before, spoke first now.

Again, for a scholar, especially a young scholar, how can things like fame, wealth, and beauty be so easy to detect?

No, Fang Xiaoru, who was usually stiff and dull, let go of the girls in his hands. As he spoke, he stood up and started to splash ink.

"What a good Fang Xiaoru!"

"Is this the title of the picture or the color of the picture?"

"I'm not surprised that the gentleman is in such a hurry, but you are in such a hurry, it's a bit unexpected!"

Fang Xiaoru's face turned red at Hu Weiyong's words, but he didn't know whether it was because the jar had been broken or something, but he actually straightened his neck and answered.

"Fame is what I want, beauty is what I want. We students have studied hard for many years and have such abilities, so what's the harm in competing?" Hu Weiyong smiled and shook his head and said, "No harm! I'll go first. Look at the excitement, come on, you two!"

Xie Jin and Fang Xiaoru had already picked up their pen and ink and started drafting.

But at this moment, there are quick shooters "handing in" the papers outside.

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned when they heard the boy from Zui Feng Tower shouting "A poem written by Mr. Li of Yingtian Mansion" and then trotting it over to the hands of the three judges.

One of the three judges here, who was destined to have a hard time tonight, just glanced at it briefly and put his own judgment level on his hand.

"Yi Shang"

When the remaining two people saw this level, they thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "Just right!"

Seeing that the two companions agreed, the talented man who was the first to make the judgment handed the poem in his hand to the boy who had been waiting for a long time.

The boy took the poem in a polite manner, unfolded it and read loudly to the opposite side: "Master Li of Yingtian Mansion wrote a poem, which was rated as Level B. The poem is as follows..."

Just to be the first to hand in the poem, everyone didn't mind stopping what they were doing to listen carefully.

As a result, after the boy finished reading, everyone nodded and applauded.

After the call was completed, everyone felt a little numb.

Mom, this "masterpiece" that was considered a good one in the past can only be considered a top-notch one?
Many people have given up, but some people are more and more eager to try.

In the next half hour, more and more people submitted their poems.

Fang Xiaoru and Xie Jin were no exception.

It is not difficult for either of them to write one or two poems within the specified time. What is difficult is actually to excel.

Fang Xiaoru's scalp was almost scratched, but the poem he submitted was also only listed as a B grade. On the contrary, this boy Jie Jin submitted a poem and received the highest evaluation so far today - A grade!
As Xie Jin's name was circulated in the hall along with his poems, the smile on Xie Jin's face never fell.

He looked at Hu Weiyong playfully, smiled and joked:
"Brother Jinnan, last time your song "Linjiang Immortal" was so majestic and sweeping that it almost made me lose my mind."

"My little brother, I took the first step today and I feel pretty good. Why don't we have another try?"

"It's great for me to see brother Jinnan's masterpieces!"

As soon as Xie Jin said these words, not only Fang Xiaoru, but also several ladies on the side looked at Hu Weiyong with enthusiasm.

In recent times, whoever is reading and literate has not heard of the "Rolling Waters of the Yangtze River Passing East" in "Linjiang Immortal"!

Nowadays, this wealthy and elegant old student who has mysteriously failed in the college entrance examination is about to produce another masterpiece. It is strange that everyone is not looking forward to it.

Hu Weiyong picked up a small pastry and threw it into his mouth, looked at Xie Jin and asked with a smile.

"Why, you were not convinced after being beaten last time, and you plan to get beaten again?"

"Aren't you afraid that if your brother produces another masterpiece, you will never be in the mood to write poetry in your life?"

As soon as Hu Weiyong said these words, Xie Jin's face turned pale, and he recalled some bad memories with a little embarrassment, and then he clapped his hands and said fiercely:
"It's okay!"

"I believe Brother Jinnan will produce another masterpiece!"

"But if you say that Brother Jinnan can produce masterpieces that make me submissive, I really don't believe it!"

"Well, I'll show my shame for my brother's sake!"

Hu Weiyong smiled playfully, clapped his hands, walked to the desk, picked up his pen and wrote the first sentence without hesitation.

"If life is just like the first time you see it, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan"

(End of this chapter)