Farmer’s Little Girl

  Chapter 1019 Appreciation

  "...First test the words of osmanthus under the moon, and the ancestor wished Hsinchu to go around Fengchi..." After reading it twice, Zhang Hui, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, said with a smile: "Does this poem look the best in the audience?"

  Everyone put down the poems in their hands and took a look, then slightly nodded and said: "The vocabulary is a little lacking, but from the poem you can see his aspirations. It is also a good story to inherit the legacy of his father."

  The emblem was clicked and signed and smiled: "More than that, who do you guess is about this poem?"

  Someone is not willing to guess, so they directly probe to see the inscription, "Bai Shan? Never heard of it."

   Zhang Hui said: "I have heard it. Not only did I hear it, but I also saw it once."

   "Oh, his post for Master Zhang?"

"That's not true. As far as I know, he didn't post a poem to anyone after he entered Beijing." He smiled: "He is one of the children of Your Majesty Enyin who went to Beijing this year to study. He was admitted to Guozixue. The wonderful thing is that he is the youngest of the three, only thirteen years old."

  The referees were surprised, and they gathered around to read his poem again, then touched their beard and smiled: "It's really rare."

   "I wonder if his father is because of..."

   "I heard that it was for the county magistrate of one party, to protect the people's property and kill bandits." These students enrolled, the Imperial College had to communicate with the Ministry of Rites, after all, they did this, and Zhang Hui happened to be in charge of this matter at that time.

  So he is most familiar with the newly enrolled batch of Guozijian students.

  Peng Zhiru’s post was given by him.

   I thought that the most brilliant this time should be Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo, but I didn’t expect that Bai Shan, who had been low-key and seemed not to like socializing, also came, and made good poems.

  Many people came to participate in the poem meeting. Peng Zhiru, Lu Xiaofo, and his classmates came to participate, and others like Bai Shan and the others came together with their teachers.

  The former composes poems directly in the poetry club in the atrium. The judges invited by the poetry club will select the best top three, and it is said that all of them will win prizes.

  As for what it is, not many people care about it.

  Even if the organizer picks up a stone from the flower bed to give them away, they will like it. After all, they are not here to win prizes, but to make a name for themselves.

  Fame has gone out, and they will be able to get fame or fortune in the future.

  The latter is divided into two parts. Mr. Zhuang left a few disciples to participate in the literary meeting in the side garden. In fact, he was talking and debating with a bunch of middle-aged and elderly people, and occasionally admiring the poems made by the younger generation next door.

  Man Bao became bored after they handed in the poems. They saw that many people wrote several poems and handed them in, obviously just in case someone surpassed them.

  If you can't win by quality, then win by quantity.

  So no one cares about them who only wrote one song, or who have given up struggling, and didn't even hand it over to the capital.

  Bai Shan looked around, and simply said: "Or we go to the next door to see Mr., I'm still very curious about what Mr. and they will talk about at the literary meeting."

  Man Bao: "Well, know in advance, be prepared in advance, and you will have experience when you come to participate in this kind of poetry meeting when you are old."

   "...I won't come to the poem meeting when I am old," Bai Shan said: "I would rather go hiking, to enjoy the flowers and grass, than to participate in the poem meeting."

  Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo couldn’t help but want to make fun of him, they heard Bai Erlang say: “Don’t worry, it’s uncertain whether you will live till then.”

Peng Zhiru's face stiffened and turned to look at Bai Shan. He thought he would be angry. After all, it was so unlucky. Who knew that Bai Shan's face had not changed, and he said directly: "So we are just going to join in the fun this time. Did you find out? Since I came to Beijing, Mr. has no longer likes to go out."

   "Yes, yeah," Man Bao said, "When I was in Yizhou, my husband went out cutely. Sometimes people invited him out for dinner and drinks, and sometimes we couldn't make an appointment with him."

  Peng Zhiru silently closed his mouth, he felt that he was a bit unable to intervene in the words of the three of them.

  Lu Xiaofo is also planning to find an excuse to leave.

   was thinking, Man Bao turned around and asked them, "Peng Gongzi, Lu Gongzi, does your teacher like to participate in the literary meeting?"

  The two paused and said, "We have no apprenticeship."

  There are quite a few gentlemen who teach them, but none of them worship the tea.

  Because the time has not yet arrived, now that I am in the capital, I can indeed find a teacher for myself.

  The side garden is much more lively than theirs. A group of middle-aged and elderly people are sitting and standing in twos and threes. They are not fixed on any topic, they are not convinced face to face debate or like-minded to talk together.

So there are three or two people who are facing each other, blushing and having a thick neck. They can’t wait to roll up their sleeves and fight each other. There is a happy laughter, and then two or three heads are together happy. Saying something.

  Four teenagers and a girl who entered the new world:...

  The five people blinked, feeling that this is different from the gentlemen's essays they imagined.

  So the five dared not disturb the group of people, and slowly moved in from the side, and then slipped to find their husband.

  Finally, they found Mr. Zhuang behind a bunch of flowers and trees.

  Mr. Zhuang is sitting with the two of them, with a cheerful smile on their faces, drinking tea together.

  The person sitting across from him saw the five young people coming, and couldn’t help but smile and asked, “Whose younger generation is this? Why didn’t you play in the atrium, and came here?”

  Mr. Zhuang turned his head slightly, then waved and smiled with Bai Shan and the others: "Come over and met Mr. Jiang and Mr. Chen."

  Man Bao immediately led the two juniors to salute, and Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo also saluted together.

  Mr. Zhuang introduced Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo first, and then pointed at Man Bao and said, "This is my eldest disciple, this is my second disciple, and this is my third disciple."

  Mr. Jiang looked at the three of them arranged from short to tall, couldn't help but laugh out loud and said with joy, "Your disciple's ranking is quite regular."

  Mr. Zhuang explained with a smile: "It is calculated according to the time of entry, and it was also discussed by the children themselves."

  White Erlang whispered, "It's not a discussion at all..."

  Mr. Chen looked at Man Bao curiously, and asked, “Why did Mr. Zhuang accept a girl as a disciple?”

  Mr. Zhuang smiled and said: "Sage Confucius said that there is no kind of teaching, but I can't do anything else, so I can work hard at this point, and I can barely catch up with it."

  Mr. Chen stopped talking.

Mr. Jiang nodded approvingly. Seeing that the three of Man Bao stood very cleverly, and liked it a little bit more, he touched his body and found nothing, he smiled and said, "The rush that came out today, I don’t have any gifts to give you, so I just write a few words with you, right is a meeting gift for you, okay?"

  Man Bao and the others haven’t reacted yet. Peng Zhiru and Lu Xiaofo have their eyes brightened and bowed down respectfully, "Thank you Mr. Jiang."

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  (End of this chapter)