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Chapter 29
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Hearing that Yang Chen was going to write a poem for the newspaper, Mr. Du's eyes lit up.

For Yang Chen's literary talents, Mr. Du has no doubts.

Obviously, another shocking masterpiece will be published.

After the two bought the food and drink, they ignored the horror of ordinary people and used kung fu to run away.

Yang Chen practiced the Tai Chi mind method, and practiced a well-known lightness skill in Tai Chi, Ladder Yun Zong, stepping forward in one step, like climbing a ladder to the sky, the blue clouds go straight up, Liezi Yufeng.

Of course, the current Yang Chen can't do this, but the speed is indeed much faster than ordinary people.

Go home.

In a humble hut.

The two drank happily and eclecticly.

When the wine was full, Yang Chen picked up a pen and dipped it in the ink, and the pen went like a snake, and a simple and unadorned poem immediately appeared on the paper.

The name of the poem is very simple and popular, you can know it at a glance, and you can understand it at a glance.

Charcoal Weng!
The meaning of the old man selling charcoal.

When Mr. Du saw the name, he found it indecent at all.

It's too commonplace.

For an elegant person like Du Gongzi, the name of this poem is too plain.

Don't say that a well-learned person like him can understand it at a glance.

Even ordinary people who have never read a book can know what this poem is about after hearing it.

"Variousness is elegance. Brother Yang's poems are unique. I must not underestimate them. But what about the content of his writing?" Mr. Du concentrated his eyes on Yang Chen's pen.

Yang Chen's brush strokes are now like swords, spears and halberds, and when the pen falls down, it is like an iron hook melting into silver, with a majestic momentum, as if it can overturn a million mountains.

A fierce momentum came oncoming.

"Could it be that brother Yang wants to write a poem full of momentum and attack?"

Looking at this word, although it can't be said to be good, the momentum and charm contained in the lines are hard for ordinary people to match.

Yang Chen put pen to paper!

Xiahui came out naturally.

"Isn't it another beautiful poem?" Mr. Du was startled, and he didn't dare to underestimate it anymore. He focused on every word written by Yang Chen.

His face was dusty and smoky, and his temples were gray and black.Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?The clothes on the body eat in the mouth.Poor body coat is single, worried about charcoal cheap wishing the weather cold.A thousand feet of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal cart through the ice ruts.The days of hunger for cattle and people are already high, and they rest in the mud outside the south gate of the city.Who are the two riders Pian Pian?The white shirts of the Li family in Weicheng.With broken silver in hand, he shouted madly, and returned to the carriage to scold the bull and lead it to the north.A cart of charcoal weighs more than a thousand catties, and a lowly slave will not be able to drive it away.A few pieces of silver and a few pennies were thrown to the old man to fill with charcoal.

A charcoal seller!

A full 140 words.

There is no gorgeous rhetoric between the lines, but the whole article is catchy and easy to understand, even if it is read to an old man and old lady who has never read a book, the old man and old lady can understand it What does this poem mean.

The poem is completed, the glow of the sun shines everywhere, rising in the sky, turning into a beautiful cloud.

When Mr. Du carefully figured it out, the splendid cloud light changed again, billowing and tumbling, like boiling water, the clouds rolled and the clouds were relaxing, and the rays of light suddenly gathered together, turning into a colorful light that soared into the sky and went straight to the sky. To the infinitely high sky.

Words and shadows float in mid-air.

Wen Guang shoots the sun rainbow!
It took half a cup of tea to stop in mid-air for this piece of divine light to slowly dissipate.

"My God, is my Dawei City going to be prosperous?"

"In the Dongmei Poetry Club, there were five poems in which the sun was growing and the floating shadows were in the sky, and now there is a super long poem in which the light shines on the sun and the rainbow. This is simply God bless my Weicheng."

"I don't know who wrote such a famous article handed down from generation to generation. I and other scholars must visit it!"

"This person can write poems for an old man who sells charcoal and scold the Li family. There is a gully in his heart."

"Heroic talent in Weicheng, generous home!"

When this piece of charcoal seller came out, many people were amazed.

This poem is too simple.

It's too commonplace.

It seems that everyone can write it.

However, after many scholars pick up their pens, they can't write this kind of poems that return to the basics and are unconventional. Only then do they realize that the author's brilliance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Weicheng is going to produce a great talent in poetry!" In the Yunqi Academy in Weicheng, Chen Fuzi leaned on the tall building alone, and saw the divine rainbow in the sky.

"Such a person must win over to my Yunqi Academy!"

Master Chen sighed for a while, and immediately asked people to check to see who made such a famous article handed down from generation to generation.

"This kind of poem, compared with Yang Chen's Meixue poem in the Dongmei Poetry Club, is not too far behind, even worse!" Mr. Lu from Sanwei Academy recited the charcoal seller silently, and couldn't help but recite it once. Admiration.

"I can't think of it. There is a Yang Chen in Weicheng, and such a great talent. This Weicheng is really loved by the world's talents. It is destined to be famous in the world in the future. Maybe there will be a real one. Reading confers the power of the gods."

Reading is the highest goal of all scholars.

"The charcoal seller, okay, okay, this poem is well written, but why did you go to Li's house again?" In a courtyard of Weicheng Wenbao, under a plum grove, sat a middle-aged literati with a literati spirit. They all have a very good temperament, a pair of slender eyes, a tall and thin figure, and slender fingers.

He is the person in charge of Weicheng Wenbao, and he is Xue Daolin.

"Just now, people from the Li family asked me to report on the matter of Dongmei Poetry Society and to suppress the literary name Yang Chen, but Dongmei Poetry Society has published several classic poems. If I press down and report later, it will There's a lot of pressure."

"However, I can withstand these pressures! But if this poem, Wen Guang shoots the sun, if it is not published in Wenbao, it will greatly affect the reputation of Wenbao, but it does not care about offending the Li family. It has to be published."

"Even if I don't report it, many people have already seen this psalm."

"I just don't know who this person is, so I need to investigate immediately."

Li Family Courtyard.

Looking at the poem of Wen Guang shooting the rainbow.

Mr. Li didn't mean to be happy at all, nor was he furious at all.

But his face was gloomy and terrifying.

It seems that you can squeeze out water with just a pinch.

The Li family is a little bit uncomfortable now, it can be said that the house leaks and it rains all night, the boat is late and the wind blows.

It is just that blessings do not come together, but misfortune does not come singly!

The matter of Dongmei Poetry Meeting has not subsided yet, another event came to attack.

"Come on, let's see who went out to sell charcoal today, drive them out of Li's house, tie them up, and take them to the old man who bought charcoal to apologize. If the old man doesn't forgive them, don't let them come back alive. , cut it to make flower fertilizer."

"As for the steward who asked the two of them to buy charcoal, he will be fined half a year's salary to see the effect."

A faint voice, with a suffocation.

Someone will do it now.

"Since something like this has happened to attract everyone's attention, maybe we can take advantage of the chaos and make Yang Chen disappear. My Li family's tiger whiskers are not something a dog or a cat can pull out at will."

"Since Xiaogang sent someone to invite the soul boy, that's not bad. It would be good if they came forward and killed Yang Chen without anyone noticing."

A sneer and cruelty flashed across Mr. Li's face.

Being able to take charge of the family, Mr. Li is naturally not a soft-hearted person.

For the benefit of the Li family, killing someone is not a big deal for him.

What's more, the one who killed was a genius who hadn't grown up.

Faintly, Mr. Li was a little excited.

"My Li family has managed several generations in Weicheng, and I have always convinced people with virtue, but those who refuse to obey are all dead!"

(End of this chapter)