It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 113

Those who came out to talk about equipment, the famous general's equipment is a white horse and a silver gun, the knight's equipment is an iron sword with long hair, the scholar's talent should be a white robe, a folding fan, a jade pendant, and a little boy who is close-fitting paper and ink.

Of course, if you have enough equipment, you have to be online, otherwise, no matter how complete the equipment is, it will be Xue Pan instead of Jia Baoyu.

In two respects, Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao failed.

Tang Rucai could see at a glance that these two were low-class people who worked hard, and he didn't know how they got into Yuyang Tower. I must have heard the music on the second floor, so I went upstairs to peek at the girl singing.

After realizing this, Tang So wanted to drive these two people out. But after thinking about it, he came up with another idea...

Now that I have drank the wine and listened to the music, my interest is about to dissipate, so it is better to play a game on these two people.

"You can also write poetry?"

Gao Feibao raised his chest at that time: "I only understand a little."

giggle!

The lady Wan'er, who was wearing colorful clothes and dancing with her waist just now, covered her mouth and laughed lightly. Tang Rucai held back his laughter and waved his hand: "Come here, brush and ink will serve, let us also worship the masterpieces of the two of you."

Seven or eight people around were good friends with Tang Rucai, and they all stared at Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao with playful eyes. Listening to the accent, you can tell that you are a native of the North. Today's articles are in the capital city and Jiangnan. It goes without saying that the capital is the capital of the empire. Jiangnan is a prosperous place, and poetry, books and articles are popular. As for the North Country... it has always been a wild and uneducated land. It is said that the people there are still drinking blood.

This Tang Rucai is also clever, why did he think of playing with these two people, it really added a lot of fun to today.

"Come on, I will grind ink with the two of you, and worship the literary talent of the two."

"Either a poem, or a poem, sung by Wan'er, it will be a sensation in the city tomorrow."

Nowadays, the dissemination of poetry is mainly through the mouth of the brothel singer, and the brothel carries a lot of social functions. As for the collection of literati talents, it is neither possible without wine, nor without singers. But today, Tang Rucai and others still mostly meant to play with Zhang Fei and the two of them. The crowd laughed and laughed, and Wan'er spat lightly, and the word "hate" came out of her sweet lips.

In exchange for more laughter, the young man took a sip of wine and went to eat the rouge on Wan'er's mouth.

Zhang Fei was in a cold sweat, but he was stunned, but that didn't mean he was stupid. How could he not taste what this banquet is like now.

These people are clearly playing the two of them as monkeys!

At this time, it was time to write a poem that shocked the four, and slapped them hard in the face.

However, Zhang Sanye is good at martial arts. Although he has a hobby in literature and art, he is really not good at it.

"Everyone, we were reckless and disturbed your Yaxing, please Haihan for the abruptness."

As soon as the scene was said, Zhang Fei wanted to leave. Who knew Tang Rucai sneered and said, "Do you want to leave... You are sneaky, I think you are thieves."

"If you can't write it down, take him to an official."

"Young Master Tang can ask for your two names by handing a note to the City Lord's Mansion."

Tang Rucai belonged to the Tang family in Qianzhou City. The family owned a silk and satin shop, and his uncle worked in the city lord's mansion. Compared with Youzhou, the prosperous Yangzhou has more complete official positions and greater power.

Zhang Fei and Gao Feibao didn't expect to provoke the big men in the city when they wandered around. At this moment, he was already three-pointed in anger, and if it was someone else, he would have already punched them with big fists. However, today Zhang Sanye still regards himself as a literati, does not want to use force, and loses his dignity as a literati.

"The two of us can't do it with little knowledge, but if my son is here, he can definitely do it."

"Your son... Could it be that you want to slip away?" Tang Rucai.

"If you don't believe me, let me invite my son..."

"Going alone, I don't believe that there are still people in Beimanzi who can write poetry..."

At this moment, Cheng Dalei was wandering in the lobby on the first floor, Gao Feibao glanced across the stairs, and immediately shouted, "Big... son, son, come here, something happened."

"What happened?" Cheng Dalei and Liu Zhi Su Ying walked up to the second floor together.

"They won't let us go."

"Hey... Who are you?" Cheng Dalei raised his head and glanced.

Somehow, when Cheng Dalei's eyes swept across his body, Tang Ru felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, causing Lingling to shiver.

Zhang Fei simply explained the matter and pointed to Tang Rucai.

"Oh, it turned out to be poetry."

For some reason, Zhang Fei faintly felt that Cheng Dalei's tone was a little excited.

"Today, I will give you a face and show you a color."

Cheng Dalei is writing the pen, and his heart is surging. One of the must-do lists for travelers must be copying poems. If they can't copy, Tang poetry and Song poetry and Yuanqu...Isn't my nine-year compulsory education in vain. It's just that Youzhou is desolate and unfamiliar with writing and ink, and he has no chance to show off his poetic talents.

Yangzhou is the hometown of poetry, so if you pick up a poem, it will shock this group of people.

Tang Rucai stared at Cheng Dalei, and had already found out his origin, a businessman from the north. No wonder he smells of copper and dresses like a nouveau riche, what kind of poetic talent would such a person have.

"Do you want to write?" Tang Rucai asked impatiently seeing Cheng Dalei holding the pen all the time.

"Let me think about it, think about it."

"Heh! It's not like your subordinates can't figure it out, right?" Tang Rucai sneered.

It's not that Cheng Dalei can't think of it, but he doesn't know which song to copy. There is no way, there are too many stocks in his stomach, but Cheng Dalei still has some difficulties in choosing.

That's it, that's it.

Cheng Dalei dipped in thick ink, followed the dragon and snake, and wrote four words on the paper.

Tang Rucai couldn't help laughing when he saw it. Several other people also covered their mouths, especially that Wan'er, whose face flushed even more.

Without him, mainly because Cheng Dalei's characters are too ugly. He had never used a brush in his previous life, nor had he deliberately practiced since he came to this world. In Cheng Dalei's cognition, the words were enough. This is good in Qingniu Mountain. There are many people who are illiterate in Qingniu Mountain. At least Cheng Dalei can write. Of course, in Yangzhou, the hometown of poetry and books, the character Cheng Dalei became the object of ridicule.

If the words are written like this, what good poetry will there be?

Some people were laughing back and forth, but Tang Rucai forcibly held back his laughter: "Your Excellency hasn't been taught by Mr.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Cheng Dalei raised his head and looked at him in confusion. He kept the pen in his hand and wrote a string of ghost-like handwriting.

Tang Rucai's eyes fell on the paper, and he wanted to ridicule the other party, but when he saw the content clearly, his eyes widened.

Twisted and twisted, like a snake crawling over a piece of paper, a string of ink characters appeared.

"The scenery of the Northland, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting"