Daming talker

Chapter 110 Fengqiao's Poetry

Speaking of the location of Fengqiao, it was built on a branch of the Grand Canal leading to Suzhou City.

If you take a boat from south to north and pass through the bridge hole of Fengqiao, you will enter the Grand Canal, marking the official departure from the Greater Suzhou City.

Today's Fengqiao scene is quite different from the sparse and sparse one when Zhang Ji wrote "Night Mooring at Fengqiao".

Fengqiao Town is one of the largest towns and commercial centers outside the city, and it may also be the largest rice market in Jiangnan.

If the eyes are blocked from the poetic filter brought by "Fengqiao Night Mooring", you will only feel that this place is a big messy market full of people and vendors.

Not to mention that there is Hanshan Temple next to it, isn't the ancient temple not doing business?

Perhaps this is a symbol, indicating that culture is popularized from the elegant to the vulgar.

Qi Shaobao has always traveled in micro-clothes in Suzhou, so the leader Wang Lao also sent him off in casual clothes.

In addition, there were a number of celebrities, still Wang Daoguan, Wang Zhideng, Wen Zhengming's grandson and great-grandson, and the magistrate Feng of Wu County also came along by the way.

However, the leader of the old alliance Wang did not call Zhang Fengyi and Zhang Youyu this time, obviously he had a problem.

The farewell banquet was set directly on a building boat, and the building boat drove all the way to the vicinity of Fengqiao.

In this way, the common people who buy and sell rice and the hustle and bustle of the market can be successfully avoided, and the famous cultural scenic spot Fengqiao can be seen.

It's already afternoon now, because Fengqiao's poetry is famous from the night, so the leader of Wang Lao insisted on seeing him off in the afternoon.

Then eating and drinking can dawdle until the evening, just in time to publish poems in conjunction with the night.

At this time, the drizzle began to fall again, which was too poetic and picturesque, just like the rain on the day of Qiuzhiyuan Gathering.

The leader of Wang Laomeng held the railing on the side of the boat, looked at Fengqiao in the spring rain, and said to Qi Shaobao with emotion:

"The capital has been calling me, I wanted to go north with you.

Not wanting to be taboo by those in power again in the near future, in order to avoid troubles, I had no choice but to continue living in Jiangnan. "

Qi Shaobao was at a loss, what kind of demon are you, President Wang?

The rest of the people were also puzzled. If I remember correctly, the last person in power who killed your old Wang family was the historical traitor Yan Song and his son, right?

Who wants to fuck the old man again recently?Aren't you afraid of being knocked down by you?

The old leader Wang didn't let everyone guess wildly, and directly revealed the answer: "The Shen family has been targeting me recently, so it can't help but make people think deeply and be frightened."

Everyone was even more speechless. Everyone in Suzhou knew that Lin Tailai was the one who had been making heated discussions about the old leader.

And your old alliance leader has also identified it, this thief is the enemy of the literary world.

At this moment, what do you mean when you say that the Shen Mansion is low-key and can't be low-key?
But I heard Old Leader Wang sighed and said: "Now that I have discovered that the Shen Mansion is the black backstage of the bandits.

I really didn't expect that I was already sixty years old, and I would encounter a sneak attack by a child like Shen Yongjia.

Even if I was careless for a while, I didn't dodge it. "

Qi Shaobao: "."

So he didn't want to play tricks with literati, he was too tired, and it was pure and simple to teach people how to shoot.

No, the person who learned marksmanship also has a lot of eyes.

The old leader Wang suddenly turned his head and said to Wen Zhengming's grandson, Wen Yuanfa: "Zi Ling, how about going to ask Shenfu's son for me?
Let's just say that I am in my dying years and can't stand the storm, how about letting him spare me? "

The old leader has talked to this point, what else can Wen Yuanfa do?
He could only quickly reply, "Brother Fengzhou, what are you talking about, I'll go to the Shen Mansion to make peace."

The Shen family has always been a small family, and they don't have much friendship with the local literary and artistic families in Suzhou, and Shen Shihang has been in the capital since the top of the list, and has no time to go back to Suzhou to make connections.

Therefore, there are not many people from local cultural families who can really talk to the Shen family and who are qualified to make peace.

One is the Huqiu Xu family, and the other is Wen Yuanfa of the Wen family.

The Wen Yuanfa brothers, the grandsons of Wen Zhengming, successfully inherited the excellent imperial examination genes of the Wen family.

Elder brother Wen Zhaozhi failed the provincial examination ten times, one more than his grandfather Wen Zhengming.

And his younger brother, Wen Yuanfa, also stopped being a scholar all his life, and he didn't dare to take the exam in middle age, so he went to the Imperial College as a tribute student to get a degree.

The father of the two of them, Wen Peng, is said to have also failed ten provincial examinations.

From Wen Zhengming to the present, there are three generations of six writers in this house, and the average per capita is a famous calligrapher and painter. In addition to the old disciples, they are known as half of Suzhou's literary and art circle during the Jiawan period.

However, the total number of failures in the rural examinations of the six celebrities of the three generations of writers, the most conservative estimate is more than [-] times
Then at this time, Shen Shixing made his fortune. In order to tie up half of the literary circles in his hometown, he helped Wen Yuanfa find an official post as a county magistrate in Zhejiang eight years ago.

Then, in just five years, Wen Yuanfa, who was born as a supervisor, was promoted from the seventh-rank county magistrate to the fifth-rank co-prefect in one go.

But Wen Yuanfa is not thick-skinned enough, so he is really embarrassed to become an official like this.

As a result, he didn't go to the post three years ago, and went home to take over from his elder brother as the head of the Wen family, and by the way concentrated on nurturing the next generation.

So with these origins and friendships, Wen Yuanfa was able to talk to the Shen family, and the old leader Wang could only ask Wen Yuanfa to find the second son of Shen.

But although Wen Yuanfa agreed verbally, he was actually quite speechless in his heart.

It's not that he looks down on Shen Yongjia, but Shen Er's level of "strategy" who went to Zhejiang to pretend to be a provincial exam and was debunked by others can manipulate Professor Lin, who is rated as the cloth for governing the world and the master of troubled times?
However, Wen Yuanfa, who also inherited Wen Zhengming's excellent social genes, still sees it through.

In the seat, 12-year-old Xiao Wen Zhenmeng said to his father Wen Yuanfa: "This old Wang is a bit hypocritical, father, you are so wronged to help him."

Wen Yuan scolded in a low voice: "Shut up! Isn't it all paving the way for your future!

I have been too relaxed for you these few days, go back and review the latest stereotyped essay handouts three times!
Starting from the grandfather of Hengshan, the shame of failing the [-]th rural examination for the three generations of our Wen family depends on you, the fourth generation, to avenge the shame! "

Wen Zhengming's closed disciple Wang Zhideng, who was sitting next to him, sighed sympathetically for Xiao Wen Zhenmeng after hearing Wen Yuan's words.

It can only be said that every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and it is still as easy as him.

Changing the track, completely abandoning the imperial examination and officialdom, and taking the commoner route can also be successful.

Leader Wang greeted everyone to take their seats on the deck, and said again: "Okay, don't talk about those chores, after all, today is for Qi Shaobao to see you off."

Since it was a farewell, it was necessary to write a poem. Wang Zhideng, as the leader of the local literary circle in Suzhou, took the lead in writing a poem:
"The road to the west of the ancient temple, the green hills are full of candles and the road outside the door, the dust is dark and the river is maple."

Then Wen Yuanfa said humbly: "My ancestor once wrote a song for Fengqiao, so I won't make a fool of myself, I just revisit my ancestor's old work today.

Jinchang came to the west to bring the cold, and the red maple was driven to fall into the mist and rain. The desolate ancient temple is full of smoke and mist. Are there any poems by Zhang Ji today? "

After everyone finished their poems, it was the turn of Wang Lao and the leader of the alliance.

The old leader looked at the sun slanting to the west, put on a posture with blurred eyes, and said very skillfully: "The maple bridge is dark and the boat is hidden, and the beauty and romance are all in this feast."

Suddenly someone on the shore shouted: "Wait for these rebels, don't dare to bark here!"

The sound was really loud, like spring thunder, and could be heard clearly on the deck of the building.

But this voice is even more familiar, and there is a kind of magic power, which makes the blood pressure of the old leader Wang soar automatically, and the very skillful poetry reciting skills are actually interrupted.

It must be a hallucination, and it was sent to Fengqiao Town on horseback, why can I still hear that evil voice cursing the street!

(End of this chapter)