People in Datang, start with a golden hoe

Chapter 91 091: Family Letter Worth Thousands of Gold
Three to five days passed by in a flash.

Cui Boyan looked pale. Although he had a book spread out in front of him, his eyes did not stop on the book.

"How can I do this? The money in my pocket is enough for the admission ticket to the poetry club! If I buy the admission ticket, what will I do for the next meal?"

Even Yangzhou City, which is famous for its prosperous commerce, has cultural and artistic activities, and Chang'an City must also have it.The poetry festival was organized by all the brothels in Pingkangli, and they sent invitations to all the young talents in Chang'an.

For a while, the young people in Chang'an were all proud of receiving the invitation.Zheng Yisong was the only person who was hanging out with Cui Boyan to receive the invitation.

The rest of them are not famous enough and need money to make up for it.

A ticket for a poetry meeting is [-] yuan.

"If I had known, when I came here, I would have asked for some money from my mother!" Cui Boyan couldn't help regretting.

"Bo Yan, when I passed by downstairs just now, the clerk in the store said that there was a letter from your family, which came from the post station, and you need to pick it up yourself! By the way, have you decided? Do you want to go with us? Zheng Zheng Brother is ready to go!"

As soon as Cui Boyan heard the letter from home, his sad face was immediately replaced by a smile.There is a saying that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand yuan". The money he asked for from his family must have come with the letter from home.

"Of course I went. In such a grand event, everyone will show their strengths. How could I be missing?" With money in his pocket, he spoke with extra confidence.

"Okay, pass by the Ministry of War on the way, and pick up the letter from the family along the way, it won't delay you at all!" After saying this, the visitor went to his own room.

Cui Xianggong tidied up the room and changed into his favorite outfit.Cui's mother specially bought it for him to wear during the exam.

"Brother Cui, come down quickly, it's too late!" Someone shouted again from downstairs.

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"Haha, it's my mother who loves me as expected!" Cui Xianggong took the envelope from the guard's hand, squeezed it and discovered the gold ingot inside.Tear open a small corner, and a horseshoe-shaped gold ingot falls from the opening.

He put the letter in his arms. He was busy participating in the poetry meeting and had no time to read the letter.

Pingkangli was the closest to the imperial city, and it was a long distance from the commoner inn where poor scholars lived.The four quickened their pace.

"Zheng Lang, why are you here! Come on, I've left a conspicuous seat for you!" Jiao Xing, who was familiar with Zheng Yisong, was already waiting for him on the street.

Zheng Yisong cupped his hands towards Cui Boyan and the three of them, "Several, beauties have an appointment, I'll go first!"

"Brother, go first, we will come later!"

The word "later" is really inaccurate, which makes people helpless!

It took the three of them an hour to buy the tickets, and by the time they entered, the poetry meeting had already started.The three of them were in the corner, and entering the field later did not affect others.

"It's a big scene, with at least two to three hundred people, it's too lively!" Cui Boyan sighed.Just now he felt sorry for the 300 admission fee, but now that he saw this scene, he felt that it was worth it.

If someone says that brothel girls are the most unfeeling, it may cause controversy; but if someone says that brothel girls are the most willing to give favors to others, they will definitely be unanimously recognized.

After all, who knows if the person sitting next to him is the future champion?

There was a small banquet where Cui Boyan and the four of them were, with nearly 30 people at the banquet.There is a woman sitting in the center.None of the young students or village tributes had any objections.Because the woman among them is the drinker of the banquet.

The scholars all ate and drank first, and suddenly heard a rush of drums from the highest building.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet, the theme of today's poetry meeting will be announced upstairs!" The wine order stopped everyone.

I just heard a man's voice coming from the high building: "The imperial examination is coming soon. You must have a dear friend in your heart. In today's poetry meeting, I will only talk about my ambition..."

At the end of the conversation, there was a brothel boy running around the seats with a note.

Jiu Ling took the note, was slightly startled, and opened his mouth slightly, "Today's topic has been given to Jiu Ling, and it's just two words, 'Statement of ambition'!"

When the scholar below heard this, he was immediately shocked and asked, "What kind of topic is this?"

They have become accustomed to all kinds of "wind, flower, snow and moon" poems, and each of them has practiced the level of poetry to the point of opening their mouths, just waiting for today's people to show their holiness.

"May I ask who is the big wine order today?"

"It should be Secretary Lang Shangguanyi!"

"It was him!"

Everyone was talking about it. Shangguan Yi was a Jinshi scholar a few years ago and was an upstart in the poetry world. His poetic talent had even been recognized by saints.

"No wonder!"

Cui Boyan listened to the people around him talking about current affairs, but he had no idea who Shangguanyi they were talking about, he had never heard of it.

"Hey, why am I here to join in the fun again?" The heart that was so happy just now became cold now.

Everyone began to slowly construct their own poems, and those who were impatient hurriedly threw out the poems they had prepared at home, without even changing the paper, and presented them directly to the drinking order.

"Open the window for the winter moonlight, put out the candles and untie Luo Chang. In the curtain with a smile, hold the fragrance of orchids."

As soon as the four sentences came out, the 30 people at the table looked at each other, smiled, and applauded non-stop, "Brother wrote from his heart, this is wonderful!"

"Fantastic!"

"Brother is talented!"

"I would like to call him the strongest!"

The one who wrote the poem just now thought that everyone was really praising him, bowed his hands to everyone, and sat down after thanking them one by one.

"Ying Ge Yan Wu? How can this be regarded as the ambition of a man?" The drinker didn't care about everyone's booing. She was the loudest at the banquet and scolded her directly.

The man's face was flushed with shame, and he couldn't help being surprised, "Don't everyone write like this on weekdays?"

Cui Boyan saw something was wrong.The poems Wang Ji taught him were all fresh and natural.Reading it makes people yearn for nature.In other words, what is expressed is the ambition of seclusion.

But the man just now, whose ambition was to have flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, seemed to have fallen into a woman's nest, which was not an ambition.

Not long after, everyone contributed poems one after another, and Cui Boyan also contributed one.

She read the wine orders one by one, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling. After about half an hour, she got up.

"Everyone, let's have a table. There are two poems. Please taste them." Jiu Ling turned his head and wrote the first poem on the table behind him.

finish writing!

The boy immediately raised it.

"Farewell wife Wang: The horses are hissing to the sky, and the beautiful wife is holding hands and crying. The day before the Twelfth Street, who doesn't look at the gods when the curtain is rolled."

It was written by Zheng Yisong outside the Wuli Pavilion, and today he took it to the table and used it as a masterpiece to express his ambition.

"Wonderful, the ambition of being a Jinshi, who doesn't yearn for it?"

Even though it was winter, the speaker was still shaking his fan very fast.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Sighing twice in succession, when it was Gong Gong, a fellow in the seat who had failed three times, his eyes were already filled with tears.

Everyone read it a few more times and then urged the wine drinker to read the next poem.

Jiu Ling said: "At our banquet, this one is the first, but there is another one, which has a unique style. Reading it is like walking on a country path, with the legacy of Tao Qian."

(End of this chapter)