Chapter 416: I’m so hungry
“This is not a poem at all. The Dong Weng next door is still good at number one scholar!”
After reading the second poem written by Zhu Ping’an, some Hanlin officials were completely moved. Everyone was feeling bad, and he shook his head with a sigh on his face. He felt that Zhu Ping'an's poem had simply lowered the overall standard of the Hanlin Academy.
Other officials also looked at him sideways, some of them unable to appreciate Zhu Ping'an's soy sauce masterpiece.
Just as everyone booed, a very discordant stomach growl came from the crowd.
Gu.Dong.
Who?
Everyone turned their heads to follow the track of the sound, and then found a Hanlin official in his thirties looking at everyone with a slightly embarrassed face.
"Ahem, I'm sorry everyone, um, I forgot to eat when I was writing history books at noon, and I felt a little hungry after reading these two poems written by Master Zhu." A Hanlin official in his thirties Covering his stomach with one hand and pointing to Zhu Pingan's masterpiece with the other, he explained with some embarrassment.
Are you hungry? !
What this Hanlin officer told was the truth. He was recently in charge of compiling the History of the Song Dynasty. When he came to the part about the Jingkang Disgrace in the morning, he was so absorbed in it that he could not extricate himself. He felt that the vast China had become a plaything of the iron hooves of the alien race, and he suddenly lost all trace of his composure. Appetite, sat there for a long time in a daze.
However, after reading Zhu Ping'an's first poem, he had an appetite. When it came to the second poem, he couldn't control his internal organs, and he was so excited about the braised pork with bamboo shoots, fish heads and crabs. He coveted the stewed chicken, and God knows how long he endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back until the final sound.
Despite the episode of stomach growling, the Hanlin officials did not have much change in their opinion of Zhu Ping'an's poems.
Zhu Ping'an had already expected the attention from everyone, but he didn't take it seriously. Poems and songs are meant to be a joke, and the note from Emperor Jiajing requested poems with an appetite. Just this poem with an appetite, these words have a strong unorthodox feeling, serious poems Songs express ambitions based on objects and express emotions through scenes. Who can stimulate your appetite?
So, as long as you have an appetite, it doesn’t matter what style or talent it is.
"Actually, I have also written some other jokes before, but they are not poems. They are worthy of making His Majesty laugh. Oh, of course they are also very delicious."
Zhu Ping'an remained calm and unaffected amidst the sighs. , Yan smiled and put the brush back on the inkstone and dipped it in thick ink again. Lines of calligraphy written by a master of calligraphy appeared on the rice paper. Each stroke is a treasure in art. But what is the content of this writing? !
"I am here to enjoy the sweet and sour fish in the sea
You are here to enjoy the spicy wings soaring in the sky
One afternoon
The king came to the water and asked Yu:
Me and you
Who is cooking?"
What are these? I am blind. This is more than just a joke. Ah, it feels like our own jokes are hundreds of times more serious than this!
However, it seems, it does make people want to eat sweet and sour fish and eat spicy wings after watching it.
Gu. Dong.
You don’t need to look to know that Hanlin, who didn’t have lunch, is getting his stomach growling again. He must be hungry again after watching the sweet and sour fish and spicy fins.
Indeed, Zhu Pingan’s poem does not have extraordinary literary talent, but it is full of appetite.
This food-oriented poem is also a poem selected by Zhu Ping'an from the Internet by a poet who is a foodie in the third year of high school in Henan Province. "I am a sweet and sour fish roaming freely in the sea, and you are flying freely in the sky." Spicy wing root, that afternoon, you flew Go to the water and ask me: 'Who is the better between you and me?'"
Of course Zhu Ping'an transformed this poem into classical Chinese. After all, vernacular Chinese is very popular in modern times, but it does not work in white Chinese. , you still have to follow the local customs when entering the country.
Huang Jin collected all the poems written by everyone present, put Zhu Ping'an's poems at the end, and then took these poems to Xiyuan without stopping for a moment. Huang Jin couldn't wait for Emperor Jiajing to read these poems. He must have a good appetite after reading them.
After Huang Jin left, Zhu Ping'an no longer took the poems he wrote seriously. Although he had an appetite when he read these food-style poems in modern times, there was no guarantee that Emperor Jiajing would become the emperor. like.
So, after finishing writing, Zhu Pingan pretended that the incident had never happened, returned to the library where he worked, and began to slowly organize the books.
When it comes to organizing books, Zhu Pingan has an advantage that is difficult for others to match, and that is his super memory. Although Zhu Pingan does not have a photographic memory, it is almost the same. After reading it, nine out of ten times he can Remember it. Zhu Pingan temporarily emptied the first bookshelf, then wrote a note and posted it on the bookshelf.
Zhu Pingan has written many exquisite notes. These notes are like the bookshelf labels of modern libraries, but instead of pinyin and numbers, they use classifications such as Classics and History Subsets and Hongwu Zhengyun .
Zhu Pingan decided to rearrange the books on the first and second floors according to the style of a modern library. Of course, this is a very heavy task, but with Zhu Pingan's super memory, it probably won't take too long to complete. Of course it won't be too short.
After Zhu Pingan vacated the first bookshelf, he began to browse through the vast books on the bookshelves on the first floor. The order in is reset to an open space.
Zhu Pingan reads books very quickly
In the words of Lao Li, who was sweeping the floor aside, Zhu Pingan reads books as fast as he is moving books.
In Lao Li's eyes, this is how Zhu Pingan reads books. He stands in front of the bookshelf and flips through a shelf of books one by one. It only takes a few seconds for each book. After reading, Zhu Pingan starts to move the books out. One after another. It looked random, but each book was placed in a different position, and the shelf of books was quickly moved.
Except for the five books that Zhu Pingan placed on the first bookshelf, the rest were placed on the open space.
After Zhu Pingan emptied the second bookshelf, he took another written label and put the label on the second bookshelf, and then took seven more books from the empty space and arranged them on this bookshelf.
After finishing, Zhu Ping'an walked to the third bookshelf, and under Lao Li's shocked eyes, he finished reading the books in this shelf in less than ten minutes, and then moved the books, each time Each book was rearranged according to the rules, and several more books were placed on the first and second bookshelves.
After the third bookshelf was emptied, Zhu Pingan put a label on this bookshelf, and nearly ten more books were placed on this bookshelf.
After Zhu Pingan organized the five bookshelves, he flexed his sore hands, then shook his neck, poured himself a cup of hot tea, picked up a book of interest, and sat down. While watching and drinking tea, it was considered as a rest. (End of chapter)