Changsheng: My qualifications improve a little bit every day

Fang Yue didn't know at this time that he had been "hated" by a certain woman.

He had already eaten breakfast and was ready to go back to the inn.

At this time, on the road next to him, two beautiful women were walking from a distance.

"Sister Zhang Shu, today's literary gathering was initiated by Wen Daru. It is said that the great talent who wrote "Homesickness" will also be present."

One of the women with a bun, a round face, and a cute and innocent look raised her head and said to the woman next to her.

"What, you mean the great talent Liu who has the moonlight in front of the bed will also be present?

Why didn't you say it earlier? I haven't changed my clothes today. Will I look bad if I go like this?"

Zhang Shu, who was originally leisurely, became anxious after hearing the woman's words.

Although Zhang Shu also practiced martial arts, and had practiced the skin polishing stage for several years, she was almost perfect.

She had good qualifications and was taught by Zhang Boyang.

But perhaps because women were not allowed to participate in martial arts examinations, Zhang Shu was actually not so enthusiastic about martial arts practice.

As she got older, especially in the past year or so since returning from Daliushu Village, she was even more keen on participating in various literary gatherings in the county.

From hating martial arts to liking poetry and songs.

Perhaps this is the rebellious period of this world.

"No way, sister Zhang Shu is so beautiful, she looks good in anything she wears." The girl with a chubby face and a ball head praised.

Zhang Shu naturally accepted the praise from the chubby-faced girl, and then she continued: "Oh, how do you recite the poem "Thoughts", look up at the bright moon, what is below?"

"I, I don't remember it either." The chubby-faced girl said.

After all, she has not received systematic enlightenment, that is, she has not been to school much.

So, in fact, don't look at Zhang Shu and this chubby-faced girl's enthusiasm for participating in various literary gatherings.

But in fact, the ink in their chests and abdomens is limited.

That is, they only know that this poem is very famous in Xiahe County recently, but in fact, they can't recite it.

Just as she was feeling annoyed, she heard a catchy voice with a rhythm of yin and yang.

"The moon shines brightly in front of the bed, and there are two pairs of shoes on the ground. Look up at the moon, and eat deliciously."

Zhang Shu's eyes lit up when she heard it.

Isn't this the full text of the poem she thought of!

It is indeed a famous poem through the ages. Although there is only one place in Xiahe County, there are people who can recite it.

Zhang Shu was delighted and recited it silently several times.

It was not until she felt that she would never forget it again that she remembered to see who had recited the poem just now.

But at this time, Fang Yue had already left, so she naturally didn't notice it, and just thought it was a kind person who recited it.

So she didn't care. Not long after, she and the girl with the chubby face came hand in hand to a quiet and elegant garden in Xiahe County.

This is where Wen Daru held a poetry meeting.

Of course, Wen Donglou would not come, and his disciples hosted it here.

As the author of the poem "Homesickness", the young master of the Liu family is naturally the center of attention.

At this moment, the young master of the landlord's family is wearing a light blue scholar's suit and waving a folding fan in his hand. Although his face is immature, he claims to be romantic and looks like a stranger who should not be approached.

Liu Chuanzhi is surrounded by many talented people and feels the admiring eyes of the young ladies around him. He feels like he is sitting on the clouds and feels comfortable.

He is reluctant to leave and is very fascinated by this feeling.

He is not so worried about impersonating Fang Yue's poems.

"Brother Liu is indeed a great talent in Xiahe County. The whole city was shocked by this poem about homesickness!"

"Yes, that's right. Today's grand event is all thanks to Brother Liu. Brother Liu, why don't you leave your calligraphy?"

"Brother Liu is very talented. He will definitely win the first prize in the imperial examination three days later."

Soon, under the praise of his classmates, Liu Chuanzhi had to come to the center of the courtyard after repeated refusals.

A table had already been set up here, with the best rice paper on it, and a girl was standing next to it grinding ink.

In this situation, Liu Chuanzhi couldn't help it, and immediately splashed ink.

"Looking at the mountain moon in front of the window, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the mountain moon and look down at my hometown."

While writing, the surrounding spectators, talented men, young masters and young ladies of major families, naturally followed and recited.

The praises were even more one after another. After all, such poems, not to mention the famous works of the ages, can be passed down for hundreds of years.

However, it was different from many people who shook their heads and praised.

Zhang Shu frowned at this moment, looking at the poem that had been written and hung on the stage.

"No, this poem is not written correctly!"

She didn't think about it, but just felt that it was wrong, and Zhang Shu blurted it out.

But after she finished speaking, she was shocked by the occasion here.

Zhang Shu's voice was not loud, but it was very eye-catching in this garden.

All of a sudden, it attracted the attention of the people around.

"Miss, I don't know what's wrong with my poem."

Liu Chuanzhi kept a graceful smile on his face, and stopped shaking the folding fan in his hand, closed it, and held it in his hand.

This poem was naturally not written by him, but he didn't believe that it was written by Fang Yue.

Fang Yue must have copied it from somewhere, so what's wrong with him borrowing it for use, and he did modify this poem.

Liu Chuanzhi felt that his modification was good.

Later, he read out this processed poem in public in the city, and was indeed praised by the other party.

With his heart satisfied, Liu Chuanzhi came up with the idea of ​​taking the poem as his own.

With his evil thoughts, he could no longer look back, so during this period of time, he slowly spread this poem through spreading it intentionally or unintentionally.

As for the future, if Fang Yue knows more about it, what will happen to a poor country boy who doesn't know a few Chinese characters, even if he is a Wu scholar!

Who would believe that this poem was written by him!

This is also the reason why Liu Chuanzhi feels confident after plagiarizing.

At this moment, a woman said something was wrong on the spot. Could it be that this woman knew something?

For a moment, Liu Chuanzhi's heart skipped a beat.

"This poem is wrong. It should be about the bright moonlight in front of the bed."

After reciting this sentence, the people around him immediately started talking.

"Why didn't I expect that this bright moon is so well used? It's much taller than the mountain moon."

"Not bad, not bad, really wonderful."

Liu Chuanzhi's heart also skipped a beat, and he looked at Zhang Shu in confusion. Could it be that this woman really knew something?

She couldn't let her continue to memorize this, otherwise how would he end up today.

However, how could Zhang Shu give him a chance?

The next sentence was already blurted out.

Just two pairs of shoes on the floor.

As soon as these words came out, the people around him were stunned for a moment. No one thought that the beautiful woman could change the original work into such a nasty way.

When the whole room burst into laughter, they all started laughing at Zhang Shu.

"What kind of stupid woman is this? She doesn't listen to what she says."

"Yes, these uneducated and ill-intentioned people have simply tarnished our literary society here."

Liu Chuanzhi, who should have been the most nervous, felt inexplicably relieved at this moment.

"This girl, please come back. Please remember not to change the poems randomly or make jokes, otherwise you will only make people laugh."

Liu Chuanzhi immediately drove people away with a smile.

Other students also followed suit.

Zhang Shu didn't go through this battle, but she just frowned: "I still have a few sentences that I haven't finished reciting?"

Zhang Shu felt annoyed because she was pretending to be reserved when she should have memorized the poem in one breath.

If these people heard the complete verse, they would certainly not be like this.

However, Zhang Shu was eventually kicked out as an uneducated person.

That is because Zhang Shu is a woman, otherwise there would be a lot of verbal and written criticism.

But even so, some ladies from aristocratic families who were close to Zhang Shu in the past have unconsciously decided to keep a distance from Zhang Shu.

Staying with this kind of woman will affect your reputation.

Zhang Shu was finally kicked out of the garden before she realized that there was something wrong with the poem she had just recited.

However, she didn't feel that she was wrong. Instead, she felt resentful towards the person who read the poem in the morning.

After all, she had never been so embarrassed before when she was kicked out of the literary society.

As for the cultural meeting scene.

After Zhang Shu left, she should have followed the procedure.

However, someone looked at the poems hanging in the field, combined the two with what Zhang Shu was reading.

The mountain moon changed to the bright moon, and the whole poem became particularly smooth.

The artistic conception has improved a lot unconsciously.

Is there any hidden meaning in this poem by Liu Chuanzhi?

Naturally, there were many people among the crowd who were suspicious of Liu Chuanzhi's sudden creation of such a famous poem.

Could it be that, as the rumors say, Liu Chuanzhi plagiarized it?

At this moment, at the cultural gathering, the chaos caused by Zhang Shu could no longer go on.

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Fang Yue's life here became calm and fulfilling.

He didn't even know what trouble he had caused Zhang Shu by telling him a few nonsense poems that day.

Of course, even if he knew it, what would it have to do with him.

He didn't let Zhang Shu show off either.

And he didn't even know that someone would boldly plagiarize.

Since getting started with bone forging, Fang Yue has practiced even more diligently during this period.

As time goes by, the money on your body is consumed very quickly.

It was half a month before the martial arts examination, and all the money he had on him had been used up.

Two pairs of bone-forging secret potions cost him fifty taels of silver.

And this is because he now has value in Mr. Zheng's eyes, and he was given a discounted price.

"Sure enough, you still need to make a living, otherwise you will need at least five or six sets of bone-forging secret potions a month, which is nearly two hundred taels of silver a month."

Fang Yue briefly calculated the expenses for this month and couldn't help but feel shocked.

The consumption of secret medicine after bone forging is much higher than that during skin grinding.

Moreover, the price of bone-forging secret medicine is twice as high as that of microdermabrasion ointment.

Even if there are five sets of secret medicine in a month, it will cost one hundred and thirty taels of silver.

That’s nearly one thousand five hundred taels a year.

And now, even if his family is collecting rent, they can only save a hundred and ten taels of silver in a year.

Sure enough, martial arts training is a waste of money. No wonder even Fang Hu lost all his family business back then.

No wonder so many people are trying to get into the martial arts exam despite competing for the top spot!