Chapter 626 Surprise
The full text of "Gift to the Prefect of Zhou" is thirty-two words, like a pen moving like a dragon or a snake, it can be written with one swipe.
From the time Zhu Ping'an stood up to the time the pen was written and the poem was completed, it only took a few breaths. When Zhu Pingan was writing, Zhang Captou stuffed a handful of boiled peanuts into his mouth with a spoon. When Zhu Pingan finished writing, Zhang Captou had not finished chewing the peanuts in his mouth.
What? Don’t write anymore? !
When Zhu Pingan put away his pen and put it back in the pen holder, Zhang Captou was stunned while chewing peanuts. What's going on? Isn't Mr. Zhu a famous scholar in the capital? Why did he just pick up the brush and make gestures twice and stop writing? Can't you write it? Isn't it? ! Logically speaking, isn't it as easy for the scholar to write poems and paint as it is for us to drink and eat meat? !
Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise it would be so embarrassing if I couldn't finish writing half of it. Isn't this a sign of defeating myself as the top scholar? If it were me, I would have to bite the bullet and finish writing it.
"Master Zhu, please take a sip of tea and take a break before writing..."
Zhang Captou was very discerning, stood up, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Zhu Ping'an down the stairs. He never thought that Zhu Pingan had finished writing. In his opinion, literati pay attention to careful consideration when writing poems and lyrics. After writing a poem and lyrics, the day lily would get cold. For example, Mr. Fu Zun once came to see Fu Zun when he had something to do. Fu Zun happened to be writing a poem at the time and told him to wait a moment. As a result, I waited for a long time...
Uh
Wait
Just as Zhang Captou handed the tea cup to Zhu Pingan, he glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then he was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body felt as if he had been electrocuted.
On the rice paper, a song "To the Prefect of Zhou" suddenly appeared in front of him. Just thirty-two words, like riding the wind and breaking waves, with a sense of awe-inspiring righteousness, almost bursting out of the paper.
"Zhu, Mr. Zhu, you wrote this too fast!" The teacup Zhang was holding was almost thrown out, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Is it soon?" Zhu Ping'an took the tea cup from Zhang Captou, said thank you, then touched the back of his head and asked.
"Of course it's fast. If you don't believe me, ask the Governor... Your Excellency..." Zhang Captou nodded vigorously and turned to Magistrate Zhou as he spoke.
Ah
Zhang Captou turned his head and almost swallowed the words in his mouth. He saw that Magistrate Zhou looked like he was having a stroke, staring at the "Gift to Magistrate Zhou" on the table with burning eyes. Poetry, there are still words in my mouth.
"The sun is setting in the mighty Lichou, and the whip is pointing east to the end of the world. Zihou, you and I are both fallen people in Lichou Tianya. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. I have been away from my hometown and have been an official for more than ten years. , every time when the moon is full, homesickness inevitably breeds.”
“Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers... These two sentences are even more wonderful, despite the pain of separation. , but the desire to serve the country and the people has not diminished. Zihou's poem echoes Lu Fangweng's "It has been reduced to mud and ground into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same." It further shows that he is dedicated to serving the country and the people. Zihou's poem is very good, very good... ..."
"Zihou's poem is exquisite and will be famous throughout the ages, but Zhou is ashamed and cannot deserve this masterpiece. "
Zhou Houjie looked at Zhu Pingan's poem "Gift to the Magistrate of Zhou" with burning eyes, and praised it full of praise. He compared Zhu Pingan's poem with Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei", and implicitly admired Zhu Pingan's poem even more. poetry.
"I can afford it. If Mr. Zhou can't afford it, who can?" Zhu Ping'an said in a timely manner.
The poem "Zengzhou Magistrate" comes from "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·The Mighty and Sorrowful Sunset" by the poet Gong Zizhen in the late Qing Dynasty. The only difference is that the name of the poem has been changed. It was written by Zhu Ping'an when he participated in the examination. The Qing Ci poem about "rewarding talents regardless of style" was adapted from another poem by Gong Zizhen, "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai".
This poem was written by Gong Zizhen when he left Beijing. It conveys his ambitions and expresses his feelings of departure to his ambition to serve the country and his dedication. Zhou Houjie just talked about the nostalgia of leaving home and the ambition to serve the country. The two are very similar, and this poem suddenly came out of Zhu Pingan's mind.
"Zihou, don't praise me anymore. I still know myself. If you don't go to court in advance, just say that I am in the Ming Dynasty. There are countless people who are worthy of this poem than I, Zhou Houjie. Zihou, don't be too small. I looked down upon the people of the world. A few days ago, when I got together with some people of the same age, I became an imperial minister. In the same year of history, I heard about a county magistrate named Hai Rui in Chun'an, and he was full of praise for him. Curious, I asked for a while and learned several allusions about Haizhi County, and I was convinced that this person was honest. Many times better than me." Zhou Houjie waved his hand and said, citing Hai Rui as an example.
When Zhu Ping'an heard Hai Rui's name, he was a little surprised. It turned out that Hai Rui was already quite famous at this time, and his reputation had reached the capital. As expected, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.
“What’s wrong, Zi Hou?” Zhou Houjie asked upon seeing this.
"Oh, the Haizhi County that the adults are talking about, Ping'an met on the way back to Beijing from his hometown of Xiahe." Zhu Ping'an explained while carrying a teapot to Zhou Houjie and Zhang Dutou. Refill the tea.
“Oh, let’s talk about it.” Zhou Houjie became interested.
"It's like this, when Ping An was going down the Yangtze River..." Zhu Ping'an simply talked about the scene at that time...
While Zhu Ping'an and the others were eating, Orion Liu Dadao held a bundle tightly like a miser and entered a pawn shop not far from the Shuntian Mansion Yamen.
When Liu Dadao walked into the pawn shop, a man who looked like a steward followed quietly from behind. He was a steward from Zhao Mansion in Beibingmasi Hutong. He sneakily followed Liu Dadao into the pawn shop. .
There is a large circular "dang" character on the outer wall of the pawn shop. The layout inside is somewhat similar to that of a bank. The counter is a row of single rooms, and the court servants sit in the isolated single room, leaving only a willow bar. Window deals with guests.
Chaofeng is the steward of the pawnshop who is responsible for identifying and appraising the value. Because the counter of the pawnshop is high, people who come to pawn have to hold something up before handing it over to them through the window. It is just like "going to worship to worship", so it is called chaofeng. .
"Shopkeeper, please let me know how much it's worth." Liu Dadao thrust the bundle from the window to Zhang Chaofeng, as if there was some treasure inside.
"Put it down gently and let me take a look."
Zhang Chaofeng took it carefully and picked up a corner-framed magnifying glass from the table. This magnifying glass is from the red-haired Yi "Folangji" It was acquired from the hands of others and was expensive. Zhang Chaofeng was only willing to use it when he was identifying precious objects.
This shopkeeper has been in the pawn shop for more than ten years, and he is used to watching people's words and expressions. He can roughly guess the value of a pawn item from a person's expression. At this moment, looking at Liu Dadao's nervous look on such a treasure, he thought it was this. The country bumpkin’s family had an heirloom, so he used a horn-framed magnifying glass.
However, when the shopkeeper was extremely prepared and opened the baggage, he rolled his eyes and almost missed it!
Caught off guard!
A smell of foot stench hit my face, the smell was so strong that it felt like a headache!
“Are you trying to trick me into having no one in Tongfeng Pawn Shop? You’re trying to trick me with a bag of worn-out shoes?!” Zhang Chaofeng’s face turned pale from being smoked, and he asked Liu Dadao angrily, wanting to kill him One by one, these bags and shoes were stuffed into Liu Dadao's mouth.
Broken Shoes
Yes, it is this bag of tattered shoes. The master ordered us to take them down no matter what. The steward of the Zhao family, who was pretending to pawn money at another window, glanced here to confirm that he had not lost the person, and felt reassured. (End of this chapter)