Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Avoiding the crowd, Bai Shan quietly asked Man Bao, "Who did your fifth brother sell Mo Ju to?"

Man Bao recalled it carefully, and it took him a long time to recall, "It seems to be the king of Luzhou, because Yin or said that the relationship between the king of Luzhou and the king of Yizhou is good. I asked someone in the pharmacy, and this king of Luzhou sounds like he has a special relationship." money, so I asked Fifth Brother to sell him the flowers, and what I sold him was Mo Ju."

Bai Shan nodded thoughtfully, and couldn't help but quietly chat with others about the relationship between the Mohui Garden or the organizer of this poetry meeting and the King of Luzhou.

In the end, Lu Xiaofo made fun of him and said, "This is just a small poetry club, what does it have to do with the King of Luzhou?"

He said: "The king of Luzhou is a vassal king. To avoid taboo, he will not hold literary and poetry meetings abroad. At most, his family members will hold a flower viewing banquet in their own garden. And the flower viewing banquet of the vassal king's family, Those of us obviously couldn't get in."

Bai Shan looked at him and said, "Aren't you a descendant of the Lu family, why can't you get in?"

Lu Xiaofo laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's just a side branch, it's the shadow of my father's generation to be able to enter the Guozi School with kindness."

He glanced at Bai Shan, thinking that he was two years older than him, and they were in the same situation, so he couldn't help reminding: "We are already many steps ahead of others if we can enter Guozixue. Xiao, there is really no need to be so anxious about running an official job."

Bai Shan looked up at him for a while, then nodded.

Lu Xiaofo knew at a glance that he didn't follow his advice, so he just smiled and didn't say much.

It's not easy to talk deep when you have a shallow friendship, and he can fulfill the friendship of a friend if he can remind him.

Peng Zhiru walked over quickly, waved to the two of them and said, "Let's go, there is a problem in the atrium. I heard that several gentlemen were invited to break the poem."

Bai Shan then went with them, Man Bao had already found a place to grind ink, and picked up a pen to write a poem on paper, while Bai Erlang beside him was biting the tip of his pen in distress.

Bai Shan walked over, first carefully looked at the theme hanging outside the pavilion, it was very vulgar, with the theme of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Looking down at Man Bao's poem again, he nodded.

After Man Bao finished writing, he handed the pen to him, pulled out her poem, spread out a blank paper for him and said, "You write."

She handed her poem to Bai Erlang and asked him to hand it in, "Okay, don't be embarrassed if you can't think of it, and hand it in for me."

Bai Erlang glanced at her inscription, and only wrote one word Zhou, and asked, "Why don't you write your full name?"

Man Bao looked around and sighed sadly: "Poetry is not my forte. This poem is fine for sharing. Don't be ashamed to compete for some ranking."

Since there is no competition for fame, there is no need to sign the full name.

Bai Erlang read her poem once, and said cheerfully: "I see, your poem is just mediocre, and you won't be famous anyway. If you don't write a name, then don't write it."

"It's better than something you can't even write."

Shirajiro: ...

Bai Shan pursed his lips and smiled as he listened to it. He was silent for a long time before writing.

When Mr. Zhuang analyzed the poems with them, he said that good poems are never empty words, words always exist, and good poems cannot be produced only by piles of rhetoric.

A really good poem is expressing ambition and expressing emotions. Just like policy theory, it needs to have something to say, and the words can move people with emotion.

Before he came here, he had thought about what problems could arise during the Mid-Autumn Festival?

It's not the moon, it's the laurel tree, or the Mid-Autumn Festival that includes everything.

But what aspirations does he have for a thirteen-year-old boy, what love can he complain about?

Of course there were, but no one knew about it, and what he wrote was not quite what he wanted.

But it's much better than just eating and playing before.

Bai Shan dipped in the ink, and slowly wrote down...

Man Bao chased Bai Erlang away, turned his head and saw that Bai Shan had been silent, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to look, and saw that he was writing the fifth sentence.

Man Bao read and read, but couldn't help but fell silent.

After Bai Shan finished writing the last sentence, he turned his head to meet Man Bao's eyes, which were still filled with tears. He nodded with a smile, put down the pen, dried the ink, and handed Man Bao's poem back to him. Bai Erlang said, "This is a poem I wrote last night because I couldn't sleep. I just changed two words, and I think it is slightly better than last night's."

Man Bao nodded and said, "It's done very well."

Bai Erlang, who just came back, was stuffed with another piece of paper, and couldn't help but burst out: "Although I can't write it, you don't always ask me to submit poems, it's shameful."

Man Bao glanced at him, pulled the paper back, glanced back and forth, and said to Bai Shan: "Sign up first, I think your poem is very good, and it will definitely be judged."

Bai Erlang poked his head forward to read, and his voice gradually became weaker as he read. Although his own ability to compose poems is not very good, he still has the ability to appreciate and analyze.

He couldn't help but look up at Bai Shan, "Did you make this yourself?"

Bai Shan raised his eyelids and said, "Can I still copy someone else's?"

"No, I suspect that this was discussed between the two of you. How could one person write so well, and isn't there a book full of treasures?"

Man Bao couldn't help giving him a thumbs up and said: "You really think, I want to write such a good poem by myself, but I don't have such skills."

Not far away, Peng Zhiru had finished writing and was about to hand it in. Seeing that they were talking lively together, he came over and asked, "Are you all done?"

Man Bao said: "I handed it in, you see, it was written by Bai Shan."

Peng Zhiru looked down at the poem, and looked at Bai Shan in surprise, "You wrote this?"

Bai Shan nodded.

Peng Zhiru was silent for a while, then rubbed the poem in his hand and threw it aside, and said with a smile: "Then it's not easy to show my poem out."

Although Bai Shan's poems are better than those of Bai Erlang and Man Bao, in fact, Mr. Zhuang said that they are not very good at composing poems, so this is the first time he has been praised by someone other than Man Bao Bai Erlang, and his face can't help but live reddish.

Peng Zhiru smiled slightly when he saw it, and said, "Brother Bai, why don't you hand it in now?"

Bai Erlang volunteered, "I'll go for you."

After that, he tore the paper and ran away.

Lu Xiaofo also finished writing, and came over to ask, "How good is the writing? Come and listen to me, and I'll decide whether my poem should be rubbed or not."

Although the three of them were admitted to Guozixue together, his ranking was still behind Bai Shan, and he and Peng Zhiru later read the posted articles. Seriously speaking, Bai Shan's test paper was no worse than Peng Zhiru's. Especially in two points, his Tie Jing and Mo Yi are not wrong at all, and Peng Zhiru's Mo Yi even missed a sentence by mistake.

As for policy theory, the two of them discussed it in private, Bai Shan's is also meaningful, no worse than Peng Zhiru's, and his handwriting is better than Peng Zhiru's.

The two of them guessed at the time that the reason why Bai Shan fell in the second place was probably because he was too young, and he had just entered Beijing and hadn't made his name known yet.

At that time, Peng Zhiru had already visited many people in Beijing and gained some fame.

Lu Xiaofo always knew that among the three of them, Bai Shan was actually the strongest. He was very curious about what kind of poem he composed.

It should have been updated earlier, but, but, I am going crazy looking for a poem that fits Bai Shan. I will not update it tonight. I am going to find this poem that can make Bai Shan famous. , lack of knowledge

Good night