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Chapter 72
When Wu Jiafan came to Xu's residence, Liu Tingfeng gathered six people together with Xu Shijie's bookboy, and they headed for the poetry venue organized by Wang Zhifu.

Prefect Wang holds a poetry meeting every year, and talented scholars in Los Angeles County are proud to receive invitations to the poetry meeting.Every year at this time, I try to get invitations for poetry fairs.

As usual, this year's poetry meeting attracted a lot of talents. When Wu Jiafan and others arrived, there were already a lot of people. They greeted each other. Many scholars did not have families, so there were still many young people, like Xu Shijie and others. , it's not too small here, only Wu Jiafan looks smaller, but it doesn't look obtrusive here.

In the center of the venue was a platform with five tables and chairs on it. Now there was no one on it, and the people in the audience stood in a circle around the platform.

It was the first time for Wu Jiafan to come to this kind of place, he seemed very strange, and he kept looking around.He didn't have any name, and he was small, so naturally no one paid attention to him.

Xu Shijie was different. Some people who knew he was the son of the Xu family came to fawn on him, and some lofty literati disdain this kind of villainous posture.He squinted at them with a shelf.

Even the identities of the other four companions are extraordinary in Los Angeles County, and one of them is the son of the magistrate.Plus one or five people are all good looking, and they will naturally become the focus of the whole place as soon as they arrive.

Liu Tingfeng took Wu Jiafan out of the surrounded circle, and he said to Wu Jiafan: "The achievements of the previous generation brought them only superficial scenery. Only your own achievements can make others truly admire you."

Wu Jiafan nodded.

After a while, Wang Zhifu came to the stage. Wang Zhifu had a refined face and a smile on his face. He bowed his hands to the gifted scholar who came down, "It's the annual gifted scholar's poetry meeting again. Everyone is very welcome to come here. Apart from talking about poetry, You can also meet friends and communicate more. Of course, our Poetry Competition is also indispensable. This year, I specially invited Master Xu, Fan Juren, and the respected Mr. Zhang and Mr. Mu to be the referees."

After Wang Zhifu finished speaking, the other four came out one after another. The one who walked in the front was Old General Xu. It turned out that the master Xu he was talking about was Old General Xu. Here he always regarded himself as Master Xu, not the general. It is based on self-cultivation.

Wu Jiafan only knew one Master Xu, and had never met the others, but as a scholar, he had heard of them, and they had a high reputation here. Even Wang Zhifu was said to be a Jinshi.He likes to dance and write, so he invites these literati and poets to hold poetry meetings every year.

As soon as they entered the stage, they immediately attracted enthusiastic support from the talented scholars in the audience. Wang Zhifu sat down with them in five seats on the stage. He was the master and sat in the middle, and the other four sat on both sides.

After they all sat down, Prefect Wang said again, "No.1 in this poetry meeting will get a reward of 100 taels, so let's start the competition now. Several judges will come up with a question one by one."

Mr. Zhang stood up and bowed his hands. He is a man in his 30s. This man lost his wife two years ago, and his heart is full of grief. He has not appeared for two years. It is not expected that Wang Zhifu will be able to invite him this time. He said to the talented scholars below: "This time I wrote a poem on the theme of hermitage."

As soon as his words came out, there was restlessness below. Most of them are young talented people. How can they have any intention of retiring? If there is a recluse, they will not try their best to participate in any poetry meeting. I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to come up with such a topic. It can be seen He has the heart of retiring, and the death of his late wife has hit him too hard.

All the talented men bowed their heads and meditated, and after a while some talented men began to compose poems. Although the poems were well written and included the word "retirement", Mr. Zhang could feel their ambitions from the lines, and they were not willing to be reclusive. He shook his head .

He looked down again and asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to come out and write poems?" After waiting for a while, no one agreed, and seeing Xu Shijie standing together below, he raised his hand and asked, "These are the people from the Xu family student?"

"Yes!" Several people replied together.

"Can I write a poem?"

Xu Shijie opened the fan with a "slap", "I'm going to be a general in the future, how can I go into hiding? Find someone else to compose poems for you."

Wang Pengfei and others echoed.They are all from noble families, who would like to go back to seclusion if they have nothing to do, and they haven't played enough in the world at such a young age, so there is no shame in not being able to write this kind of poem.

Mr. Zhang saw that several people agreed, but the youngest one did not speak, so he asked him, "Do you have any poems to do?"

Seeing him talking to himself, Wu Jiafan thought that the poems written by those people just now were all related to the countryside. Although he didn't know the concept of seclusion, he understood the life in the countryside best, and he bowed his hands to Mr. Zhang in a decent way: "I can Try to make one!"

Standing up straight, he thought for a while and said, "A thatched hut, two acres of Susukina, surrounded by green mountains and green waters, accompanied by singing birds and fragrant flowers, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, a paradise at your feet, no competition with the world. The society is helpless, the world is hustle and bustle, put aside all fame and fortune, happy mountain Lin Sai is immortal."

This is a portrayal of Wu Jiafan's life. The family lives such a life every day, so it can be easily read. There are no gorgeous words, but a simple description of the attitude of life.Mr. Zhang did not expect a little child to write his heartfelt voice. It is said that his poems are nothing special, but it is this artistic conception that moved Mr. Zhang.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you to write such an artistic poem. This round, I will count you first." Mr. Zhang said three good words in a row, which shows that he is very satisfied with this poem.

Wu Jiafan thus won the jackpot.Many talented scholars were not convinced, but there was nothing they could do about it. This was Mr. Zhang's decision. How can it be said that they didn't have poems that moved others.

Liu Tingfeng nodded and smiled, he was proud of such a disciple in his heart, in time Wu Jiafan would become a master.

Mr. Mu wrote the couplet, and he said to all the couples: "My Shanglian is that people are better than the Great Buddha Temple, and the Buddha is better than people!"

A talented man stood up, "A guest on Tianranju is actually a guest on heaven!"

There is another couplet, "Li Dali returns to the rock, and Li Chenli comes out again!"

Someone responded: "The wind blows the bee to the ground, and the wind stops the bee to fly again!"

The first couplet: "How fortunate is the apricot flower on the bun."

The second couplet: "There is no match for plums on branches!"

Even out of ten pairs were answered. These scholars are very good at these pairs. Mr. Mu thought for a while and wrote another couplet: "Listen well, my first couplet is that it snows but never rains. It’s so troublesome for the ground to turn into rain, and snow to turn into rain, God might as well just rain!”

Everyone in the audience looked at me and I looked at you, they all didn't open their mouths like before, they all bowed their heads in thought.

After a while, Xu Shijie yelled, "What's so difficult about it? It takes so long to think about it?"

"Oh, does Young Master Xu have a couplet?" Mr. Mu asked him.

(End of this chapter)