I traveled to ancient times and wanted to be a mother. I made a fortune by relying on chicken babies

Zhao Yang felt the eyes from all directions and suddenly felt a huge pressure.

She immediately stood up and explained, "Lindu, didn't I explain to you? I didn't write this."

Lin didn't believe it, "But the Li Bai and Du Fu you mentioned, I have never heard of their names. Has anyone here heard of Li Bai and Du Fu?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who Li Bai and Du Fu were.

Lin Du's boss, Zhao Xuan, seemed a little worried, "Lin Du, I didn't tell you to calm down. What did you do out there again?"

"Master, don't you think these poems are very well written? That Master Zhao Yang wrote a lot of them eloquently, but it's a pity that I only wrote down these two."

The implication is that Zhao Yang still has many good poems on his hands.

Zhao Yang was even more speechless. Why on earth did Lindu want to be the best in this aspect?

She has explained it so many times, but she still doesn't believe it.

No one knew Li Bai and Du Fu, but they did see the poem in front of them, so everyone gathered together to enjoy and read it, and they didn't even notice that the great scholar was coming.

This class teaches the rhythm of poetry writing. The great Confucian was named Guo Dongshan. He wrote many poems in his early years and was very popular in quoting scriptures.

When he got old, he came to teach specifically.

Originally, he didn't agree with the practices of this expensive academy, but they were too rich.

Guo Dongshan had never taken the imperial examination in his life, and he was under great pressure to support his family.

So he needs a decent job and enough money.

It's just that teaching is not his strong point. As for writing poetry, he privately believes that he still needs to understand himself.

Some people are born with the ability to write poems, while others can barely control the rhyme after learning.

But no matter what, everyone usually treats him respectfully when they see him, but now that class is in class and everyone is still gathering together, they don't even notice him at all.

He leaned over to take a look again, and two poems on the table attracted his attention.

Guo Dongshan became more and more excited as he watched, and couldn't hold it back at all.

"Who wrote this? It's so good. I'm announcing that he's retiring as a teacher. He won't have to take my class in the future!"

……

Zhao Yang was dumbfounded, "Who is this?"

Lin Qingchen said, "It's Mr. Guo Dongshan Guo, who is also the teacher who specializes in teaching us how to write poetry."

At this time, Lin Qingchen fully understood what happened, but this kind of thing could not be explained at all.

Because Li Bai and Du Fu do not exist in this world, no one knows their abilities.

Zhao Yang had good intentions when he wrote these poems, but he happened to meet someone like Lin Du.

Lin Du usually has a very persistent temper, and the main reason is that he is at odds with his master's family.

But why did Zhao Xuanyi still bring Lin Du to study? Lin Qingchen heard another argument.

This Lin Du is actually the illegitimate son of the Zhao family, the biological brother of Zhao Xuanyi.

But because the Zhao family's mistress was fierce, Lin Du could not be recognized by the Zhao family for a long time.

This also resulted in Lin Du and Zhao Xuanyi having a bad relationship and having to get along.

Lin Du wanted to prove that he was better than Zhao Xuanyi, but even if he had the opportunity to attend classes, his treatment was completely incomparable to that of Zhao Xuanyi, so he was always dissatisfied.

This time, I used the poem written by Zhao Yang to prove that there is no difference between a scholar and a student. In fact, the scholar may even be more capable than the student.

Lin Qingchen knew what he was thinking, but Zhao Yang did not.

She just feels troublesome now.

"This little Shutong Lin, you are really incomprehensible to me. I already told you that these two poems were not written by me. How could I still lie to you?"

"If I really wrote it, why don't I acknowledge it? Who doesn't want to be famous?"

No one who is a man of letters wants to leave his name behind, but Zhao Yang is not a man of letters, let alone a man of letters.

She just wanted to live a peaceful life.

Today was purely a whim, which also sounded the alarm for Zhao Yang.

The memories of her past life are not suitable to be shared with the people here. After all, those magnificent cultures should not be concentrated on her alone.

If it were all revealed, she might not live long.

Lin was confused by the question.

Guo Dongshan, on the other hand, held up those two poems with great emotion.

"If the young master didn't do it, then who did it?"

"They are two idlers from the mountains."

Lin Qingchen stood up and said, "They have been dead for a long time. Ayang was with me and I once heard them reciting poems, so I remembered them in my mind."

As the saying goes, the master lies in the folk.

There are many people who have never left the mountains and grass huts in their entire lives. This statement is somewhat believable.

Everyone continued to talk.

There is such a great talent who is willing to stay in the mountains and wilderness for the rest of his life.

What a big heart this is!

It's a pity that the person is no longer there, otherwise I would have tried every means to make friends with him.

Everyone expressed regret, while Zhao Yang quietly gave Lin Qingchen a thumbs up.

Neither of them had any intention of recognizing the great talents of Li Bai and Du Fu.

Poems and songs did not play a major role in the imperial examinations. Usually, at the end of the imperial examination, the emperor would write poems to win the prize.

Lin Qingchen's poems are acceptable, not top-notch, but not lagging behind either.

If compared with Li Bai and Du Fu, it is completely incomparable.

He didn't want to get ahead in this either.

Lin Qingchen felt uneasy that it was not his own.

"Do those two remember more of his poems? I want to write a collection of poems for these two poets."

"sure."

Zhao Yang didn't object to this, since he wanted to write the names of Li Bai and Du Fu anyway.

"Then I'll write it down and bring it to you, but it will take some time."

"Okay, okay!"

"These poems have never appeared in front of others. I don't want anyone to take possession of them privately. So after I write them, I hope that with the help of Mr. Guo, this collection of poems will be available in the world so that students all over the world can study together."

Guo Dongshan didn't expect Zhao Yang to think of this level, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

Of course, he is not someone who takes credit for other people's work. This exceptionally well-written poem will only make him feel comfortable, and there is nothing more than worship.

Lin Du stood there a little embarrassed, and Zhao Xuanyi was even more dissatisfied.

"Have you made enough trouble? If you have made enough trouble, go home immediately. Don't come again tomorrow."

"Why?"

Lin Du was holding his breath. He thought Zhao Yang was a person who thought the same as him.

I didn't expect it to be so disappointing.

"Zhao Xuanyi, you are a young master, and I am also a young master. It is only because of that tigress of your mother that I was not recognized back. What man doesn't have three wives and four concubines? I am your brother to begin with. Why do you treat me like this?" ?”

Although there have been rumors for a long time, speaking out now is really eye-opening for everyone.

Especially Zhao Xuanyi, his face turned green with anger.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking nonsense. If you really think I'm talking nonsense, go back and ask daddy."