A poor hero

At last count by the notary, there were 75 people placing bets.

These students usually dig and search, but this time the bet reached 11250 Wenqian, a full 11 taels of silver.

The copper coins were piled up on the table like a hill.

After Gao Wenbo took out the remaining 15 taels of silver in his wallet, he had to borrow another three taels of silver from a friend as collateral.

"Humph, Gao Wenbo, let's see how arrogant you can get."

"Aren't you rich? How would you feel if you lost dozens of taels of silver all at once? You're a prodigal."

Yuan Yinglang said with a wicked smile.

"Haha, it's pointless to talk. I want to see who can have the last laugh later."

Gao Wenbai gritted his teeth and replied to Yuan Yinglang.

"Then let's take a look, huh."

Yuan Yinglang followed Shi Haobo to the side and prepared to start writing poetry.

"Brother Chen Chen, you really have to strive for success this time. Brother Wei has made a big bet for you."

Gao Wenbai lowered his head and whispered to Chen Chen.

"Brother Gao, look into my eyes, what do you see in them?"

Chen Chen helped Gao Wenbai straighten, looked into his eyes, and asked.

"Brother Chen, do you have gum in your eyes?"

Gao Wenbo asked cautiously.

"Shit, it's self-confidence, the self-confidence to win against them."

Chen Chen sighed, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and said.

Gao Wenbai touched his head and replied honestly: "You can't tell."

"Okay, don't worry, I'm not a fool."

"Didn't I also invest five taels of silver? I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

"Since Brother Gao has chosen to believe in me, I will never let Brother Gao down."

Chen Chen stood up on tiptoes, patted Gao Wenbai on the shoulder and said.

Gao Wenbai saw Chen Chen's confidence and gradually began to believe in him.

"Okay, it's really a good poem."

That Shi Haobo is really a talent, it only took a while.

He got inspiration and started writing quickly.

The students who were watching, even Shi Haobo wrote a sentence, they read a sentence, and from time to time they praised the well-written poem.

Soon, Shi Haobo finished writing a poem.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Gao, what do you think of this poem? You deserve to lose!"

The good-hearted person came over with Shi Haobo's poem manuscript and said with a wicked smile.

Chen Chen took a look and saw that it was written smoothly in cursive script:

"Dragon Boat Festival"

"Dragon boat race across the water and clouds"

"Pay tribute to Chu Xian during the Dragon Boat Festival"

"Qu Yuan should have hatred throughout the ages"

"Li Sao asks the sky with a song"

"A good poem, really a good poem. It is worthy of being a masterpiece of the so-called poet saint of Xu County."

Chen Chen nodded and praised with a smile.

Gao Wenbai was depressed, why did this little brother Chen Chen praise the other party's poems.

"Brother Chen Chen, this is a poem written by Shi Haobo."

Gao Wenbo reminded carefully.

"Gao Wenbo, you know you were wrong, admit it quickly, haha."

"Gao Wenbo, look at what kind of friends you have made. If you give up before the competition, you will lose so much money in vain."

"I told you earlier, isn't this giving us free money to spend? Haha."

……

The surrounding students all laughed at Gao Wenbai for making careless friends.

"Brother Gao, let's tell the truth. This poem is really well written. If it's well written, I'll say it's well written."

Chen Chen said seriously.

"Gao Wenbo, give up and pay for it quickly."

Yuan Yinglang said with a wicked smile.

Shi Haobo, on the other hand, stood proudly aside, receiving the compliments of those students.

Gao Wenbai's face was gloomy, he kept rubbing his hands, and was too sad to say a word.

"Why are you so anxious, Yuan Yinglang, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Chen Chen said with a smile.

Gao Wenbai's eyes lit up and he raised his head to look at Chen Chen, with hope again in his heart.

"I mean, this poem is really poorly written, very poorly written."

"You still have the nerve to say that you are a poet saint in Xu County, but that's bullshit."

Chen Chen first promoted and then suppressed, and all of a sudden he reduced Shi Haobo to a piece of shit.

"That's it, what kind of bullshit poetry, and he brags every day that he is the Saint of Poetry in Xu County. He's a piece of shit."

Gao Wenbai added.

"Huh, what's wrong? Where do you think it's wrong?"

Shi Haobo became angry when he saw that his poems had been reduced to nothing.

He clenched his fist and was about to charge towards Chen Chen.

"Boy, don't open your mouth. If you don't tell me why, I'll beat you up."

"Are you going to refuse to admit your loss? Gao Wenbo, don't you admit this bet either?"

"Huh, whether a poem is good or not is not up to you alone. It depends on everyone's opinions."

……

Other students also became angry when they saw Chen Chen's poems that he had just praised and disparaged Shi Haobo.

"Hmph, if I can say these things, then I must have a basis for it."

"Shi Haobo, don't you know what's missing in your poems? You still dare to say that you are the Saint of Poetry in Xu County, that's bullshit."

Chen Chen looked at Shi Haobo and asked seriously.

"Haha, that's bullshit."

Although Gao Wenbai didn't know what was wrong with the poem, he and Chen Chen were teammates.

So he also started scolding Chen Chen.

"Haha, I think you don't know where you are at all."

"The most important thing in poetry is artistic conception. If a poem lacks artistic conception, it is nothing."

Chen Chen spoke directly.

When Shi Haobo heard this, his energy suddenly collapsed.

Master Jiayu had said these words to him before and had given him guidance.

But he never got the point and couldn't write good poems with artistic conception.

After hearing Chen Chen's words, these students looked at Shi Haobo's poems again.

They all felt that it was not as good as it was at the beginning and lacked some artistic conception.

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and all these students became depressed. That was a month's food expenses!

"Tall, really tall, I admire you."

Gao Wenbai saw Chen Chen suddenly turn around and praised in a low voice.

"No, boy, we are betting on who writes better poems, you or Shi Haobo."

"It's not like I'm commenting on whether Shi Haobo's poems are good or not. Shi Haobo has finished writing. Where are your poems?"

Yuan Yinglang reacted and shouted.

The students' eyes suddenly lit up because they were comparing the poems of two people.

Shi Haobo's poems were bad, but maybe this boy's poems were even worse, so the hope in their hearts was ignited again.

"Why are you anxious? It's true that the emperor is not anxious and the eunuchs are anxious." Chen Chen said with a smile, "When someone comes, I will take care of you with pen and ink."

Yuan Yinglang turned red with anger.

Those students had just bought Chen Chen to lose, so they wouldn't pay attention to him.

It was Gao Wenbo who brought over pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Chen Chen was originally a copycat, and poems were always in his mind.

So Chen Chen said with a smile: "Brother Gao, please write down the poem I recited."

Chen Chen could recite poems, but writing them in traditional Chinese would be difficult.

So Chen Chen pointed his hand and said to Gao Wenbai with a smile.

"No problem, why bother? This is my brother's honor, I can't ask for it."

Gao Wenbo immediately picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and prepared to write.

Chen Chen read aloud "Divination: Five Days" by Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty.

Nalan Xingde was a famous poet in the Qing Dynasty and wrote many classic love poems.

When Chen Chen was in college, his roommate fell in love with a girl and asked Chen Chen and the others to look for love poems on the Internet.

Chen Chen had memorized Nalan Xingde's masterpiece, but he didn't expect it to be useful at this time.

Gao Wenbai was not good at writing poetry, but his handwriting was not bad at all, as if he had practiced it.

I saw neatly written on the paper:

"Businessman·Five Days"

"The village is quiet at noon, the rooster crows, and the green is dark and the new shade is covering it. When you open the light curtain to reveal the painted wall, it is said to be the Dragon Boat Festival wine."

"Morning and evening, the sun sets and the cicadas noisy the willows on the long embankment. Who has evergreen temples since ancient times, and the yellow flowers are nine in the blink of an eye."

As soon as he finished writing, Gao Wenbai put down his pen, clapped his hands and praised it.

"Good words, really a good word. Look how beautiful the artistic conception is. I have no regrets in my life for being able to write such beautiful words."

Chen Chen thought to himself: This word must be good, it is a good word that has been passed down through the ages.

Those students knew how artistic and beautiful the words were when Chen Chen recited them emotionally.

But this was related to their monthly meal. At this time, they all lowered their heads and said nothing, unwilling to praise this beautiful song that has been passed down through the ages.

"Haha, after what I just said, I thought how good the writing was? It's not as good as Shi Haobo's writing."

Yuan Yinglang chose to bury his conscience and started talking nonsense.

When those students heard this, they thought: There is no first place in writing. Whether it is good or not is not a sentence.

So they all chose a month's meal money, and they all derogated Chen Chen's poems and praised Shi Haobo's poems.

"Huh, scholar, damn it." Chen Chen said with a wry smile, "We don't need to argue here, we can let the Master Jiaoyu judge."