Chapter 71 Once bitten by a snake, you can hear the singing of birds everywhere
The Ming Dynasty also paid great attention to infrastructure. It has the legacy of the Qin and Han Dynasties. Basically, all regions built a pavilion every ten miles and a pavilion every five miles. A short pavilion provides a place for pedestrians to rest. In ancient times, relatives and friends often used this place to see off each other when traveling far away.
There is only one long pavilion ten miles away, so people from several miles around who are going to the county boy's examination say goodbye here. More and more people gathered, and more and more students in blue shirts and long robes carried luggage. The eldest uncle Zhu Shouren was good at dancing and mingled with many students. Zhu Ping'an didn't know anyone, not even the other four people who were his mentor's guarantors. Of course, this is also related to Zhu Ping'an's age. The youngest students are in their twenties. You are a thirteen-year-old kid. The generation gap is at least three years old. Who would know you?
After seeing you for thousands of miles, you must finally say goodbye. The neighbors and family members left one after another. There were only a dozen students in the ten-mile long pavilion within a few miles, and there were also a few bookboys of wealthy students.
"Brother Wang has been admired for a long time. This time, Brother Wang will definitely be named on the gold list."
"Brother Zhao, I'm glad to meet you. I wish you all the best in advance for your name on the gold medal list."
"Brother Zhu, long time no see. After passing the exam, you must have a drink with me."
More than a dozen students were complimenting each other. When they heard each other say that they were on the gold list of high school, they were all so excited that they seemed to have drank a few ounces of wine.
Zhu Ping'an was the only one carrying his luggage, isolated, and watched them complimenting each other with the corners of his mouth raised.
"Hey, who is this little brother?" While complimenting each other, someone finally spotted Zhu Ping'an. What is a twelve or thirteen year old boy doing standing here? Could it be that who brought the book boy? But The clothes don't look like it, so I couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, this is my little nephew. There is one missing person among the five people guaranteed by Mr. Sun, the old scholar of Shanghe Village. He came to make up the number and gain experience." Uncle Zhu Shouren said calmly.
“Oh, haha, the long experience is very, very good.”
Hearing this, the students laughed together and didn’t pay much attention to Zhu Pingan. After all, he He's just a little kid making up the numbers, not a prodigy. If he were a prodigy or something like that, we would all be living within a few miles of each other, so how could we not have heard of him. Therefore, he must be just a little kid trying to make up the numbers, so why bother.
More than a dozen students agreed to rush to the county town together so that they could keep company on the way. A group of people were chatting and laughing in the ten-mile long pavilion. Some people even said woohoo. It was very lively. Before leaving, someone suggested that before leaving, we might as well leave a poem in each of these ten-mile pavilions. It would be a good story in high school.
The crowd was furious, everyone was gearing up and splashing ink.
The poems he wrote were all ordinary, and Zhu Pingan didn't know who was outstanding anyway. However, every time someone finished writing, someone would make a pretentious comment, causing a round of applause.
It’s so boring, Zhu Pingan stood aside and watched coldly.
My uncle Zhu Shouren also held up his sleeves in one hand and splashed ink on the poem. His level was not much higher than these people, but his posture was quite good. After he finished writing, someone commented on it, and there was endless applause from all around.
I guess it’s because we’re on the same page, everyone is at this level, and everyone at this level can appreciate it, so there’s a lot of applause.
Everyone left their calligraphy treasures one after another. Listening to the compliments from all around, they couldn't help but feel proud. They had a feeling that I would definitely win the exam today. I was extremely satisfied.
After a while, someone noticed Zhu Pingan and teased in a joking tone, "Isn't there another child prodigy here? Don't hide it aside and show us your skills."
Then Everyone found Zhu Pingan standing in a remote place. Seeing that Zhu Pingan was standing so far away, everyone thought that Zhu Pingan had no idea and couldn't write a poem, so they hid aside in embarrassment. They all laughed and yelled at Zhu Pingan to come too. Write a song.
People all have this bad taste: If you are unhappy, tell me what makes you unhappy to make me happy.
Everyone believed that Zhu Pingan was clueless and just trying to make up the numbers. However, the more this happened, the more everyone wanted to see Zhu Pingan make a fool of himself.
So, everyone was very enthusiastic, and some people even took advantage of their tallness and grabbed Zhu Pingan and lifted him to the table where pens, inks, paper and inkstones were placed.
There was a circle of students around him who were as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
“I, I can’t write poetry.”
Everyone was in such high spirits that Zhu Ping’an just wanted to cooperate, his innocent face filled with a sheepish smile.
Everyone was even more excited when they heard Zhu Ping'an said that he couldn't write poems. He couldn't write poems. That's great. A quick one would make us happy.
“My little friend, don’t be humble and write quickly.”
The crowd was furious and the hospitality was hard to resist, so Zhu Pingan had no choice but to grimace and grab the brush with one hand.
Why is this the way to hold a brush? It's like holding chopsticks. It's too high. The onlookers whispered, and then chuckled in low voices.
Zhu Pingan became even more embarrassed amidst the ridicule, and hurriedly corrected the posture of holding the brush.
Amid everyone’s low-pitched laughter, Zhu Ping’an finished the first sentence.
“Once bitten by a snake”
Everyone saw this and stopped laughing slightly. What is this? Isn't it the common saying about being bitten by a snake? Why did he use it as a poem? Let's see what his next line is.
Without keeping everyone waiting for too long, Zhu Ping'an added the next sentence.
“You can hear the singing of birds everywhere”
As soon as this sentence came out, many people couldn’t help but laugh. They were just playing the piano randomly. This child has never been to school. No. Maybe he used everything he knew to deal with it.
As everyone laughed, Zhu Pingan continued to write.
"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a row of egrets ascended into the blue sky."
After finishing writing, Zhu Ping'an looked at his masterpiece and looked like he was waiting for everyone's comments and praise, as if he was dissatisfied with his own work. I am very satisfied with Minato's poem.
Once bitten by a snake, you will hear the singing of birds everywhere.
Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets grows into the blue sky.
The onlookers looked at Zhu Pingan and Hu Ping's random poems, and then looked at Zhu Pingan's naive look waiting for everyone's praise. They couldn't hold it in any longer.
You are here to be funny!
The whole poem sounds like it rhymes, but the first sentence is a five-character ancient poem, and the second sentence becomes a cicada. Moreover, except for Changting and the vernacular that everyone can speak along the ancient road, the entire poem was pieced together from other poets. There is a common saying about being bitten by a snake, the phrase "I hear the singing of birds everywhere" comes from "Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, and the phrase "A line of egrets ascending to the blue sky" comes from the "Queju" written by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
“It’s really an insult to elegance”
“The words don’t make sense, but the poems are completely nonsense”
“It’s really unlearned and unskilled.”
Everyone almost broke their stomachs with laughter. Whose stupid kid is this? It’s too low-level for us to try it on a boy with such a level. At this level, even if you make up the numbers, you are just messing around. The same is true for Mr. Sun, the scholar. You must be dim-sighted, send this guy to make up the numbers. Uncle Zhu Shouren kept silently away from Zhu Pingan, fearing that others would think of his relationship with Zhu Pingan.
What made everyone think it was funny was that the silly boy was looking at everyone and laughing along with him.
People are stupid because they don’t realize it
At this moment, everyone’s thoughts were with Zhu Pingan. (This is the first time a new book has been recommended. I hope all book friends will give you your strong support. If you collect more and recommend more, you will have reasons to continue recommending.)
(End of this chapter)