Landlord of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 87 Changan Sunflower Seeds Are Expensive

Hearing that Xu Qing had a second poem in a blink of an eye, I was secretly surprised, only to hear Xu Qing say: "But this poem is not suitable for the scene. I saw the vast and boundless snow scene of Qujiang Pond and combined it with my experience some time ago. " Everyone just said it's okay, and Xu Qing read: "A thousand mountains and birds will fly away, and thousands of trails will disappear. The lonely boat and hat man, fishing for the cold river and snow alone." Xu Qing's voice is thick, his expression is deep, and his voice is full of emotion. Suddenly, a picture of desolation and loneliness appeared in the minds of everyone present.

After listening to this poem, Shen San felt that he would never be as good as Xu Qing in his whole life. When everyone was thinking about it, he quietly left the inner garden and disappeared.

"Teacher, disciple Qixin has met the teacher!"

"Pfft!" Xu Qing was enjoying the feeling of fascinating everyone, Qi Xin plopped down on his knees, and actually directly worshiped Xu Qing as his teacher, Xu Qing almost choked.

"Shangguan, this..." Xu Qing asked Shangguanyi with wide eyes.

"Disciple Gao Yue, I pay my respects to the teacher!" Xu Qing was still confused about Qi Xin's matter, Gao Yue bowed at Xu Qing's feet again, causing all the onlookers to exclaim.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you two are quick to move. I also want to worship Brother Chu Liu as my teacher..." Shangguanyi shook his head and joked: "But I am worshiping now, isn't it your junior brother? This is not possible... Fortunately, brother Chu Liu and I are brothers, you have to teach my uncle in the future!"

How could Xu Qing dare to accept any apprentices? He helped two of them up and said, "No need to do this, what virtue can I do, get up quickly, and treat me as a brother from now on!"

"Then, then you also want us to compose poetry..."

"Okay, okay..." Xu Qing nodded and said, after thinking about it, I'm afraid it won't be perfunctory for them, and said in his heart, Mr. Wang Guowei, I'm sorry you are getting old.Xu Qing stood behind the railing by the Qujiang Pool, with his hands behind his back, and said slowly:
"When writing poetry, the poet must face the life of the universe. He must enter it and go beyond it. When he enters it, he can write it. When he comes out of it, he can see it. When he enters it, he must go beyond it. Lively. Out of the outside, so there is lofty. The poet must have the meaning of despising foreign things, so he can be a slave to Fengyue. He must also have the meaning of valuing foreign things, so he can share sorrow and happiness with flowers and birds."

"There are two kinds of realms in writing poetry, the realm with me, and the realm without me. "Tears ask flowers, and the red flies away", there is also a realm of me; The realm of me. In the realm with me, I observe things with me, and the old things are all in my color; in the realm without me, I observe things with objects, so I don’t know what is me and what is the object.”

"If you understand the preface, you can get started, and if you understand the postscript, you will have a realm. As for the future, you can explore on your own, whether bold or unrestrained, or graceful, and you can form a family of your own. Please remember."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he was left stunned, and walked away with Xun Xueer, looking like a fairy, but actually flustered.Xu Qing said in his heart, what the hell, you can comprehend what I said on your own, I won't be responsible for the interpretation.

In a corner, Yuan Tiangang asked:
"Old Pei, you also know poetry quite well, what do you think of this language?"

"It's not too much to establish a sect..." Pei Ji's eyes were burning.

The affairs of the poetry club became popular almost instantly. All Chang'an, streets and alleys, restaurants, red houses and willow alleys carried out activities around Xu Chuliu's surroundings:
boudoir:

"Mr. Xu, why did he have a wife? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." heard the story and cried like hell.

"Mr. Xu's wife is so talented. Mr. Xu has such high vision. I'll wait..." The other woman was so sad that she couldn't eat or sleep well for a few days.

alley:

"Xu's great talent is so famous that even children know about it!" A peasant woman said proudly as she patted her son's head, because his son just read a complete poem!
"I think the yellow dog written by the great talent Xu is the best!" A craftsman in the construction site chatted while working.

street:

"Let's go, let's go buy leather jackets, and felt hats..." A young man in a long robe hurried to the West Market.

"What do you buy, rustic!" The other was puzzled by the young master.

"What do you know, this is what Chang'an's most talented man wears. Which of the big girls and little daughter-in-laws will not be fascinated by this outfit? This is a popular style this year!" The robed man eagerly explained.

The poem is famous all over the world, and the whole city wears leather jackets, so the literati of later generations sighed.

Restaurant and restaurant:

"You don't know, Xu Caizi is not only a master of poetry, but also a general!"

"The storyteller, could it be you and Mr. Xu's story? Come tell me the story!"

"It is said that Xu Chuliu straddles a white horse, carries a iron spear, and protects himself with a silver helmet. He is so majestic..."

"Fuck you, isn't that Zhao Zilong! Give me the money back!"

At the bazaar:
"Hey, big girl and little daughter-in-law, pay attention, here is Xu Caizi who has eaten melon seeds and shells!" A peddler stood on a high place waving to sell, and passers-by surrounded him and asked:
"Oh? Is it true or false!"

"How can there be a fake? I'm in business. I'll pay ten for a fake!" The peddler took out one, shook it in the crowd, and said, "There's Xu Caizi's saliva on it, don't believe me, look at it!"

"Ah, Xu Caizi's saliva, tsk tsk, I want it, give me five melon seed shells!"

"One hundred cents!"

Xu Cai competed in the poetry meeting, Chang'an melon seeds are expensive, and later poets lamented this.

In an ambiguous little house:
"Hey, a fishing boat with one sail and one oar!" said the person above.

"Flax fell... a fisherman with a hook... ah ah..." The people below received it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah girl you are really a whole world, here is a black hole..."

"Young master, where are your birds, are they all flying away?"

"Hehehe, Glance... What's Glancing? Oh! Huh..."

At this time, Xu Qing, the door was closed tightly, and the "Luonan County Bo" sign that had just been hung up was put away, and the door was really closed.

Days will always dilute everything, because the days to come will always be full of surprises and unexpected encounters.

Xu Chuliu's frenzy was frozen by a heavy snowfall. Although Xu Chuliu could often be heard talking about Xu Chuliu, singing and reading his poems in the days to come, it was no longer so fanatical.

Another grand event, the biggest promotion ladder for the underprivileged, the imperial court's grand ceremony for talents, and the first imperial examination in the founding of the Tang Dynasty, will be grandly held in Chang'an, the ancient capital of thousands of years, in this snowy winter!

Students from various colleges who have lived in Chang'an for a long time began to encourage each other and were eager to try.One day, Xu Qing saw that the number of people at home gradually decreased, so he put up the "Luonan County Bo" sign again.In less than half a day, there was a knock on the door. Xu Qing was playing in the snow in the outer courtyard, so he opened the door.Only one student was seen, wearing a thin gown, shivering from the cold.But there is still stubbornness in the eyebrows and eyes, standing proudly in the cold wind, like an ancient pine.

The student handed over an equally thin piece of paper and said:

"Student Sun Fujia, a little poem, please point me to Mr. Xu."

Xu Qing was startled, it turned out to be the "No. [-] Scholar" Sun Fujia, so he hurriedly welcomed Sun Fujia in, warmed the soup with charcoal, added a fur coat for him, and then sat down with him for a detailed discussion.

(End of this chapter)