Do you know the long song of laughter?

Chapter 43 Became the meat and potatoes
  "Liu Xuezheng is good."

"Students have met Liu Xuezheng."

Wangjiang Tower will not accept foreign guests tonight, only scholars.

As soon as Li An and the others followed Liu Xuezheng into Wangjiang Tower, they saw that the hall on the first floor of Wangjiang Tower was empty. There were long tables on each side with many pens, inks, papers and inkstones on them.

In the hall, many young people dressed as scholars gathered together in small groups to chat and laugh, and some were writing something in front of the table.

When they saw Liu Xuewen walking in, they all stopped to salute and say hello.

Liu Xuewen nodded in response and led Li An and the others upstairs.

All the way to the fourth floor, when I arrived upstairs, I heard a burst of cheers.

When I heard the praises and discussions, I realized that it was Sheng Changfeng, the son of the Tongpan family, who had written a poem that won praise from everyone.

After hearing this, Mo Lan glanced at Ru Lan and Li An proudly, as if to say that I was not bad just now, and my poems won applause from the whole house.

Li An smiled and said nothing, but he heard Ru Lan mutter: "What's the air?"

"Haha, Lao Liu, you're late. The kids from all the families just composed a lot of good poems."

"Liu Xuezheng came just in time and asked him to comment."

Some people saw Liu Xuezheng and said hello one after another.

Even the Yangzhou officials sitting at the top of the hall stood up one after another.

Although Liu Xuewen was only a seventh-grade academician, he had a high prestige because he had been an academician at Yangzhou Official School for many years. In addition, every family had children studying in the official school, so he was very generous.

"Haha, I'm late, I kept Sheng Tongpan and everyone waiting for a long time." Liu Xuewen returned the greeting with a smile.

Sheng Hong glanced at his son and daughter who had followed Liu Xuewen. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Liu Xuezheng, come over and sit down. He just published a lot of good poems, so you can comment on them."

"Haha, to be honest with you, I just heard a good poem and wanted to share it with you."

Liu Xuewen smiled and stepped forward with the support of his students.

"Li An, follow me." Sheng Changbai whispered and walked to the left.

Only Yangzhou officials and some famous squires can bring their children up to the fourth floor.

The rest of the students participating in the poetry meeting can only be on the first to third floors.

The poems they wrote will be sent to Yangzhou officials and gentry for selection. Only after the top 20 poems are selected can they be reviewed in person.

Sheng Changbai led Li An and the others from behind the seats to where Sheng Hong stood.

"Second brother."

Behind Sheng Hong, a young man of similar age to Li An raised his hands.

"Third brother." San Lan saluted the young man.

"Erlang, this is my third brother Sheng Changfeng. Third brother, this is my friend Li An." Sheng Changbai introduced in a low voice.

"I've met Third Brother Sheng." Li An cupped his hands and said.

It was the first time for Li Ping and Goudan to attend such an occasion. They were very nervous and followed Li An in salute without saying a word.

Sheng Changfeng returned the salute and whispered: "Isn't it that the second brother can't say it?"

"I happened to meet Liu Xuezheng, so I came over to take a look." Sheng Changbai said.

"Ahem!" Sheng Hong coughed a few times, signaling them not to talk.

Sheng Changbai quickly stopped chatting and stood still.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces."

At this moment, Li An heard Liu Xuezheng reading the poem he had copied before.

Everyone present listened quietly, and there was no situation where Ang Lee was laughed at when he read it out before.

If you just listen to the poem, it will be like a child counting. But Liu Xuewen praised the poem very much, so naturally no one would laugh at it.

With Liu Xuewen's knowledge, he would definitely not fool them with ordinary poems, so they were all waiting for Liu Xuewen to finish reading the poem.

"Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are gone."

After Liu Xuewen finished reading, he smiled and said: "What do you think of this poem?"    "Wonderful! Almost the whole poem uses numbers, from one to countless, but there is no redundancy at all. It's really wonderful!"

"The first two sentences are imaginary, and the last two sentences are realistic. The imaginary and the real complement each other, and the artistic conception is far-reaching."

"Liu Xuezheng, such a good poem couldn't have been written by a disciple like you, right?"

"It's true that a great teacher makes a great disciple."

Everyone praised him after hearing this.

"This poem uses simple words, but reading it makes people feel like they are in the snow. I seem to see a cold plum standing proudly in the snow, fighting the cold and blooming. It seems that the first place in this poetry competition is very good. He must be a student of Liu Xuezheng." Sheng Hong said with a smile.

"hehe."

Seeing the misunderstanding, Liu Xuezheng smiled and said: "I am a student who cannot write such a good poem. This poem was written by a child."

"Oh? I didn't expect that we in Yangzhou would have such a powerful student. I wonder who did it?" Sheng Hong said in surprise.

As the father-in-law of Yangzhou, political achievement is considered as a political achievement for the people to live and work in peace and contentment, and as a political achievement for educating the people.

Although this poem is not a masterpiece, it is also a rare masterpiece.

Although people in the Song Dynasty liked lyrics, they also liked poetry.

Such a good poem will definitely be spread after today.

His reputation as a Yangzhou parent official has also been greatly improved.

Liu Xuewen looked at Li An behind Sheng Hong and said with a smile: "Brother Li, come out and talk to everyone about your experience in writing this poem."

Everyone followed Liu Xuewen's gaze and looked at Li An.

Sheng Hong saw a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes when Liu Xuewen was looking at Li An.

Li An saved Ru Lan and took Sheng Changbai to Qingfeng Academy to express his gratitude. He naturally recognized her.

Later, Changbai also praised Li An in front of him, but he didn't take it to heart.

A child prodigy who teaches elementary school is nothing in his eyes.

However, Ang Lee was able to write a poem of this caliber, which forced him to re-examine Ang Lee.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Li An smiled bitterly in his heart and had to go out. He bowed his hands and said, "Li An, a junior student, has met all of you."

"It is rare to be able to write such good poetry at such a young age."

"Yes, at a young age, neither humble nor arrogant, your future achievements will be limitless."

Seeing Li An, many people praised him.

Li An cupped his hands and said: "Thank you for the compliments, sir. I really don't deserve it. As for what Liu Xuezheng said, I feel even more ashamed. I have just been in elementary school for one year and can't even recognize the words now. Before, I drew lanterns on the street to win lanterns. When it came time to write a poem, I didn’t want to give up, so I tried to compose one, which made all the adults laugh.”

"You really only have one year of education?"

A middle-aged man sitting next to Sheng Hong said in surprise.

"Students dare not expire, sir." Li An said with a cupped hand.

"I wonder if you would like to become my teacher?" the middle-aged man said.

"Zhou Lu, you are being unreasonable. I mentioned the apprenticeship first. Everything must come first, first come first, right?" Liu Xuezheng said displeased.

Li An is the person he likes. The reason why he read Li An's poems in front of everyone is that he saw good poems and wanted to share them with everyone. Secondly, he also wanted to help Li An become famous.

Unexpectedly, someone came out who wanted to cut off Hu.

The middle-aged man who was called Zhou Lushi by Liu Xuezheng smiled when he heard this: "Liu Xuezheng, so he didn't worship you as his teacher. In this way, I am not stealing your disciple."

If Li An became a disciple, it would be difficult and impossible for him to rob him.

Li An was also stunned when he saw the two people rushing to accept him as their apprentice.

He didn't understand why he just copied a poem and became a hot cake.

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