The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 305 My Second Brother Can Write With His Foot Better Than You

Zhao Tang watched carefully, but shook his head while watching, he couldn't say it was bad or good, it was mostly quite satisfactory.

In fact, there are not only poems on the wall of the flower platform, but also two short Fus in the middle, but they are not very outstanding, just neat.

Mid-Autumn Festival poems and articles have been written for many years. During the period, the description of the scenery and the moon, the joys and sorrows, and the joys and sorrows of the predecessors have been almost mentioned.

But it is difficult to become famous in one fell swoop, but it is not impossible to write a popular song and be sung by the world. It's just that there is no song on the wall that can do it, and they are all mediocre.

After Zhao Tun roughly read these poems, he frowned slightly and shook his head, it really didn't catch my eye.

Zhao Fujin and Zhao Fen were also watching, Zhao Fujin read slowly, but Zhao Fen could see ten lines at a glance, and then said: "Second brother, how are these poems written?"

Zhao Tun didn't want to comment, and said calmly: "It's okay."

Although Zhao Fen didn't have much literary talent, he did have some knowledge. Hearing what Zhao Tun said, he couldn't help but know it, and said: "The writing is so-so. I said why the reading is so boring. I read the next sentence and forget the previous sentence. "

Zhao Fujin smiled beside him: "How can you remember ten lines at a glance?"

Zhao Fen said: "No, it's still written without much literary talent. It can't compare with the poems of the second brother. But once you read the poems of the second brother, you will never forget them in your heart."

Hearing his flattery, Zhao Tang didn't think much of it, the poems written on the wall were really ordinary, well-regulated, bland like water, barely readable.

At this moment, a soft hum suddenly came from the side, and then a voice sounded: "This brother has invited you."

Zhao Tang turned his head and saw that he was a famous scholar, and the scholar was practicing Confucianism. Zhao Tong returned the gift and said, "What's the matter, brother?"

The scholar said: "Just now I saw my brother reading the articles on the pillars and walls, and he couldn't help shaking his head. May I ask why?"

Zhao Tong smiled when he heard this, he was looking for faults, probably either his own poems were hung on it, or his friends' poems were on it.

He doesn't want to open his mouth. There's no need to talk to the other party about this matter. As a literati, the more you talk, the more you talk. If you talk to him, he will argue with you. He probably won't stop until there is a winner.

When he didn't speak, the scholar's face became ugly, he felt that Zhao Tun looked down on him, and he didn't even bother to explain.

However, there is indeed a poem by him on the wall, and it is still at the top of the list. It took him a lot of hard work, and it took him half a year to complete it, just to make his name famous at the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival.

As soon as this word was recited on the stage before, it was applauded. Several doctors in the school praised it and posted it on the pillar wall.

Originally, he was standing there looking for people to show off, but the people around him were all familiar classmates, so it was difficult to speak. He happened to see Zhao Tun squeezed up, so he watched silently. Then he showed his identity and made the other party admire him.

But who would have thought that there was no shock on Zhao Tun's face at all, instead he shook his head while watching, and even had the same expression from beginning to end.

If the other party just reads one or two of them and shakes his head, it's fine, but he has read all of them. It's still the same. Is it because they don't like all of them?This is really a little too arrogant!

But at this moment, the other party didn't even want to answer. Naturally, his face was extremely ugly. The original good mood was gone. He took a deep breath and said again: "Brother, the next poem is also written on the pillar wall. Above, I saw that Xiongtai shook his head, obviously he felt that something was wrong, so I would like to ask Xiongtai to give me some advice."

Zhao Tang glanced at him when he heard the words, and frowned. He had already expressed his attitude just now, and this scholar still posted it, so he really didn't know how to advance or retreat.

At this time, another scholar from Zuojin joked: "Brother Yan, although I think you wrote this word well, it is because you have never met an expert. This brother has a brilliant literary talent at first glance. Your word must be very good." Don't let this brother see you."

Zhao Tang glanced at the scholar, the two had an enmity, otherwise why would they stir up trouble.

The scholar surnamed Yan suddenly became anxious, glared at the scholar and sneered: "Brother Jiang, this brother is watching the poem, but he is shaking his head from the beginning to the end. How can it be that he just doesn't like me writing this poem!"

Zhao Tang sighed secretly when he heard the words, this one is more complicated than the other, as expected they are all literati, their words are full of scheming.

He didn't want to argue with these scholars, and just as he was about to signal Zhao Fujin and Zhao Fen to leave here and change places, he saw Zhao Fen standing next to him and said proudly: "If the writing is not good, people are not allowed to shake their heads? My second brother wrote it well. It's a hundred times stronger than you!"

The corners of Zhao Tang's mouth twitched when he heard this, did you do this on purpose?He looked at Zhao Fen, and saw Zhao Fen pointing at the pillar wall: "Only these things, my second brother uses his feet..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fujin pulled him away, and then covered his mouth with his hand.

Although the scholar surnamed Yan over there listened to half of what he said, he didn't know what Zhao Fu was going to say.

This is simply a humiliation, what does it mean to use your feet... As the saying goes, scholars can be killed, but not humiliated. You can say that my writing is not good, but you can't say that anyone who writes with feet is better than me, right? !
The scholar surnamed Yan said angrily: "Brother, is what Ling said true? Even if you write with your... feet, it will be better than me?"

His words were very loud, and immediately attracted many people to turn their heads to look, and when they found out what was going on, those scholars also showed resentful expressions.

Zhao Tong stretched out his hand and touched his chin, he never said that, it was all caused by that boy Zhao Fen, is it possible to say such a thing?
Even if you belittle the other party's poems, it doesn't matter if you don't understand anything or are worthless, but you can't say that everything written with your feet is better than the other party's. This is not a poem review, it's a curse!
He suddenly felt that no matter what the reason was, the Emperor Daojun must be right to demote this boy. If it was him, he would have to whip two more whips to relieve his hatred.

Zhao Fujin came forward with a small face flushed and said: "Forgive me, two sons, my younger brother is young and talks nonsense, please forgive me if I offend you."

Her voice is like a warbler, and although she is still young, she has a faintly stunning appearance. Originally, the strict scholar was enraged, but when she saw Zhao Fujin, she couldn't help being stunned, and then her expression eased, and her face turned red and clear. He cleared his throat and said, "Lingdi... Lingdi is really rude."

Zhao Fujingang wanted to continue to say a few words of apology, but unexpectedly he loosened his grip at this moment, and Zhao Fu immediately shouted again: "Fifth Sister, I'm not wrong, Second Brother is better than them even if he writes with his feet! "

This time I heard it from a distance, many people looked at this side, Zhao Fujin was so angry that he dragged Zhao Fen to the side, and then looked at Zhao Tun with apologetic expression: "Second Brother..."

Zhao Tong took a look at Zhao Fen, and saw that the boy lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, obviously on purpose, he said flatly: "It's okay."

"Bully, bully too much, simply bully too much!" The student surnamed Yan was already stuttering with anger.

The students next to him also became more and more angry: "How can you be so humiliated? If you are really talented, why not write poems to see it."

The scholar Yan surnamed also said to Zhao Tun: "Brother, is your brother's words true? If it is true, please ask your brother to compose a poem, if not, please ask your brother to apologize!"

Zhao Tang looked around at the angry scholars, thinking that it is impossible to apologize or something, but is it really okay to just write poems here?
(End of this chapter)