Simultaneous time travel starts from the flower age

Chapter 58: Copying Poems to Become Famous
"Thank you, Brother Chen, for saving my life!"

Zhang Fan came back to his senses, his face was shocked, he almost got into trouble!

"Thank you both! Thank you both!"

Zhou Cai was also shocked, and looked at the female bomber who was bullying everyone in the crowd. He didn't want such stuff!
"Brother Zhang, there is no need to do this. I know that you are a talented writer, so I stopped you! This is also a way of repaying you for giving me a ride!"

"Yes! Shopkeeper Zhang, don't mind it!"

Zhou Cai then realized that the two people were Chen Hang and Ah Fu who were rescued by Master Chen that day.

Zhang Fan was still sweating coldly. He almost succeeded in pretending, but he was gone!

"Who is that person? How dare he humiliate the scholars of Yuzhou like this?"

Zhang Fan thought that this person must be very important!
Another person came over and explained in a low voice, "That's General Fan's only daughter from the City Defense Department, Fan Huaer!"

"Pfft!" Zhou Cai couldn't help laughing. Seeing everyone's puzzled faces, he said, "That's right. One person needs to occupy at least 7 or 8 paintings to finish the painting!"

"Ouch"

Zhou Cai screamed and was hit on the back of the head by Zhang Fan. He stared at Zhang Fan with a puzzled look on his face.

"Boss, why are you hitting me?"

Zhou Cai thought, could it be that his boss likes this? That’s too horrible. What kind of person is this!
"What are you looking at!"

Zhang Fan looked at the boy and immediately realized the misunderstanding, so he hit him again.

"Xiao Caizi, what are you thinking? Be careful or someone will take notice of you!"

"That's right, Xiaocai, be careful that others may like your type!" Zhou Xiucai at the side also spoke up.

Zhou Cai immediately lowered his head and hid, without saying a word, and without even looking into the crowd.

"Brother Zhang, why don't we go to the side and take a walk!"

"to make!"

A few people moved towards the Qibu Lotus Pond, attracting many scholars and other people from the periphery. They were glared at by the fat maid, but no one dared to look back at her, pretending not to know.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, why don't you write a poem?"

When they arrived at the lotus pond, Mr. Zhou also became interested and pointed at the lotus pond and said to Zhang Fan.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, just make one and try it!"

"Yes, young master, just write one. They have all seen it, but I have never seen you write a poem!"

Several people also showed anticipation.

Zhang Fan thought, I came here to install the AC today anyway, it doesn't matter if the effect is a little worse, I will just run away after the installation to avoid being targeted by Qianjin!

But I have to think about what kind of poem this is.

The person who introduced the previous one also came over, and without interrupting him, he asked Zhou Cai in a low voice, "Who is your young master? From what you said, this is incredible!"

"Of course, my young master is very talented in writing!" Zhou Cai said proudly, "Listen carefully, one piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces..."

The visitor was confused when he heard this, thinking that this could also be called poetry!
The wild boars on that mountain can produce more than ten thousand songs.

Ah Fu also came over, and seeing the man's expression, he realized that he had misunderstood, and whispered, "Listen carefully, that was just a game by Shopkeeper Zhang. This is a masterpiece! It's a classic!"

"You say! You say!" The visitor didn't care about being confused, as he was also interested and leaned over to listen.

"Wine is coming!"

"If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return."

"I was born to be useful, and I will come back after the money is gone."

"Master Xu, Old Huang, please drink, don't stop."

"Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me."

"The King of Liang once held a banquet at Yishan, where he drank ten thousand cups of wine and enjoyed himself."

"What does the master say about the lack of money? It's up to you to decide what to sell."

"The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you."

"Hiss! What a good poem!" The visitor was so enchanted by it that he couldn't help himself. The scholars who followed him to escape were also amazed. Just as they were about to ask something, they heard Zhang Fan by the lake speak. "The spring is silent, and the lake flows by itself!"

"The tree's shadow shines on the water and the clear and gentle beauty is in my heart!"

"The young lotus has just begun to show its tip!"

"There's already a dragonfly standing on top!"

"Brother Zhang, this is another great poem!" Zhou Xiucai exclaimed. It turned out that talent is enough to block 99% of the people in the world!

"Yes! I have seen with my own eyes today that Brother Zhang is worthy of his reputation!" Chen Hang also came to join in the fun.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Zhang Fan said and winked.

The two of them also realized that it was time to leave. Brother Zhang, make sure that this poem doesn't get targeted by that Qianjin!
But unexpectedly, the person who had answered his question suddenly slapped his thigh!
"What a poem!"

This immediately attracted everyone's attention!
"What a good poem! Where can I find good poetry?"

Several talented men who were blocked by the strong female servant also took the opportunity to come over. No matter what the maid said, they used the excuse to quickly escape!

"Hey! Don't go! Don't go! You haven't matched your pair with my young lady yet!"

Everyone around was thinking, what the hell, it’s not like they’re so hungry that they’ll eat anything!
"May I ask who wrote these poems? Would you please let me appreciate them?"

Several talented men walked up to the man and bowed.

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. I am Ji Yun from Nanzhou Academy. I have met several talented people!"

Ji Yun was exactly the man's name, and he hurriedly returned the greeting. Nanzhou was a small town, the southeast gate of Yuzhou Prefecture, but it was just a small county town. Further south was Qianzhou.

Ji Yun repeated "Song of the Wine", which caused another shock. Someone nearby recited the poem Zhang Fan had just written by the lotus pond, and they were even more astonished. Could it be that the god of literature had descended to earth? In the next year's imperial examination in Nanqing State, this Yuzhou City would probably produce a number one scholar!

Everyone asked, who is the author?
Ji Yun couldn't answer either. After all, they were just a chance acquaintance. Everyone started talking again, trying to guess which family this young man was from, and which academy this was.

The maid passed the news and the poem back to Cixin Pavilion, shocking the clan members in the pavilion. However, they could not confront Fan Huaer in person, so they could only listen to her roar, "The one who is the best at writing poems will do!"

The maid ran over and also yelled. The scholars who were discussing the matter scattered like birds and beasts. The maid and her master's faces turned pale!

Several talented scholars also pulled Ji Yun and ran all the way out of Huayan Temple through the back door. Just as they were about to take a rest, they heard Ji Yun slap his forehead!
Ji Yun suddenly woke up, "The people next to him call him the shopkeeper!"

"Shopkeeper?"

"merchant!"

"Brother Ji, don't joke!"

"But I heard it clearly!"

Ji Yun said solemnly!
“Maybe I just went astray!”

"How can a genius go astray?"

"Guys, we must find that person! Let that genius get back on track!"

"It is! It is!"

Ji Yun rolled his eyes. He was dressed luxuriously and had servants and carriages. Why should he, who had already reached the end, struggle again with small fry like us?
"Brother Ji, what do you think is wrong?"

"No no!"

Ji Yun didn't dare to tell the truth.

No matter how they discussed it, Chen Hang was determined to host a banquet for Zhang Fan. But something was not right. No wonder when Zhou Xiucai heard about it, he said that his wife would not allow it and went back home by himself. Whose wife would allow it!

Zhou Cai was the same. This kid's face was red, and he said he would go back to the inn to help, and he slipped away after making a confession.

"Sir, come in and sit down."

"Yes~ Come and pinch~"

"Come, I'll feed you some wine~"

"Brother Chen! Is this Zuichunlou?"

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)