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Chapter 104 Bidding with Poetry
Everyone in the lobby of Sanjiang Pavilion looked towards the third floor in search of sound. When they saw the young master standing there, they couldn't help being awed and admiring.

This person is the real owner of Sanjiang Pavilion, Sima Yue, known as the first son of Maozhou, only 25 years old, rich, handsome and talented.

The most outstanding young talent in Maozhou is none other than this person.

It is rumored that he is an orphan without any family background, but relying on his own wisdom, he has almost monopolized the restaurant business in Maozhou.

Women who like him can line up from the south of the city to the north of the city, but he has never been close to women. He has never brought any women into the mansion, and he has never been in or out of any fireworks and wine lanes.

The biggest characteristic of Sima Yue is his love for talents, especially those who are good at poetry.

In Sima's mansion, he raised hundreds of literati who had not obtained fame, and kept holding book review meetings with them to discuss various contents such as agriculture, commerce, foreign trade, etc., and draw the nourishment he wanted from them.

Bidding with poems was exactly what he proposed, and because of this, this place has become a meeting place for scholars of Maozhou.

Seeing that the master had already spoken, the shopkeeper of Sanjiang Pavilion dared not to obey. He immediately looked at the thin young man and said loudly: "Please use shad as the topic, and write a five-character quatrain. There must be "eight-inch shad" in the lines of the poem. three words.It is also necessary to show the difference of golden shad.

In order to prevent someone from preparing poems in advance, when bidding on poems, the shopkeeper has always asked the shopkeeper to write questions on the spot. If they do not meet the requirements, they will be eliminated directly. If there is any intention to cheat, Sanjiang Pavilion will never accept them.

It is quite impressive to be able to compose a five-character quatrain in half a quarter of an hour, but it is even more difficult to compose a good poem under the constraints of the proposition.

The thin young man thought for a while, and then said loudly: Serve me with pen and ink.

Immediately, a mobile rice paper made of a screen was carried over, and the pen and ink beside it had already been prepared.

Zhao Yan also looked at the young man curiously.

This is almost equivalent to Cao Zhi's seven-step poem, and he also wants to see what kind of poem he can make.

brush!
The young man picked up a Langhao brush, dipped it into the inkstone, and started writing directly.

And the diners around couldn't help but read along.

"The eight-inch shad in Maoge originally lived on the river. If you can't become a dragon if you tap your forehead, you will come back to accompany ordinary fish."

After finishing writing, this person signed his own name: Li Mubai.

Zhao Yan couldn't help being taken aback when he saw this seven-character quatrain. This poem is very similar to a certain poem by Li Bai, but in this era, there is no such poem by Li Bai.

"Could it be that he is also a time traveler?" Zhao Yan murmured, but in the next second, Zhao Yan ruled out this idea.

No matter how badly a traveler is, it is impossible for him to be dressed in such rags. It seems that this person is indeed talented.

As far as the content of this poem is concerned, first of all, it is completely relevant to the topic, and secondly, the last two sentences "If you tap your forehead, you will not become a dragon, but you will come back with ordinary fish" are excellent sentences.

Being able to write this kind of verse in such a short period of time has surpassed more than [-]% of poets!
"Good poems, good poems, using fish to describe dragons, what a literary talent!"

"It's a good sentence to come back with Fan Yu!"

"This kind of poem is definitely something Mr. Sima likes. This Mr. Li has a bright future, and he might even be able to enter the Sima Mansion!"

……

At this time, Sima Yue, the owner of Sanjiang Pavilion, came down from upstairs and said approvingly: "This poem is worth this golden shad!"

Li Mubai's face was filled with a happy smile, from today onwards, he was famous in Maozhou, and from then on he had no worries about eating and drinking.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd.

"My son paid 8000 taels!"

The person who spoke was none other than Sun Changshou, the eldest son of the Sun family standing on the second floor.

At this time, Liu Dazhong was also in a hurry, and was about to open his mouth to bid, but was stopped by Zhao Yan.

"It's vulgar to make a sound!" Zhao Yan shook his head and said.

Although Liu Dazhong didn't understand the meaning of Zhao Yan's words, he immediately kept silent.

Immediately, most of the diners looked at Sun Changshou with contempt in their eyes.

"Poems are priceless, can they be measured by money? Such poems are priceless treasures!"

"What a bumpkin. I heard that the Sun family started their business by selling steamed buns. It's really vulgar!"

"It's superficial to compare money with poetry, and it smells like money!"

……

In the poetry bidding in Sanjiang Pavilion, there is an unwritten rule, that is, after winning the bidding with poetry, if the latter wants to surpass it, it must also win with poetry. .

It can also be seen from this that how high the status of the literati and bureaucrats is in people's hearts.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, as long as one is proficient in poetry, no matter how ugly one looks, one does not have to worry about marrying a daughter-in-law, and can live comfortably in exchange.

When Sima Yue heard this sentence, he didn't pay attention to Sun Changshou at all.

Sun Changshou's face was livid with anger, but he didn't dare to make any complaints. Although his family was rich, he didn't dare to offend Sima Yue at all.

In desperation, he had no choice but to leave in despair.

Liu Dazhong was both happy and depressed.

I'm glad I didn't open my mouth just now, otherwise I would have been scolded as a country bumpkin with a stink of money.

But depressed, depressed, this golden shad must not be eaten anymore.

"Young master, some day I will ask someone to get you a golden shad bigger than this one." Liu Dazhong promised, patted his chest.

"Today, I'm going to eat this fish!" Zhao Yan smiled and stood up.

On the other hand, Lu Nianwei looked at Zhao Yan with admiration. What she liked most was Zhao Yan's confident and powerful appearance.

Zhao Yan said loudly: "I want to bid with poetry!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads one after another. When they saw Zhao Yan's appearance, some women even let out a sound of amazement.

Zhao Yan's appearance is already handsome, plus the aura of a superior person cultivated in the palace.

He just stood there without saying a word, it was also a very pleasing scenery.

More importantly, everyone thought that Sima Yue's appearance was already outstanding, but when this person stepped forward, it was obviously superior to Sima Yue's appearance.

Of course, Sima Yue's appearance was enhanced by his property and money.

Sima Yue looked at Zhao Yan, nodded slightly, and then wrote the title himself: "It's also a five-character quatrain, must contain the word shad, and also show the suffering of the people. The time is also half a quarter of an hour."

Hearing this proposition, there was a faint gasp from below.

Sima Yue personally set the question, which is really different.

It is not difficult to write five-character quatrains, and it is not difficult to appear the word shad. The difficulty lies in how to show the suffering of the people.

The five-character quatrains have a total of [-] characters. It is quite difficult to use [-] characters to present the theme of folk suffering.

In Dazhou, except for Xiao Zijie's doggerel, it is difficult for others to write poems that fit the theme at this speed.

Zhao Yan smiled lightly, walked directly to the new screen, dipped in ink and picked up a pen.

(End of this chapter)