At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Chapter 58 : I have a poem, I want to listen to you all

The mighty time was angry.

Everyone can feel his anger!

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes flashed with dangerous light.

Those who are familiar with Mighty Hou know that whenever he shows this expression, it means that he has the idea of ​​killing.

Why is he so angry?

Because he felt that he was deceived emotionally.

He thought that the own butler did something heinous, that’s why Ye Ning would kill him.

This kind of dog thief doing things under his banner is just a personal favor and given to Ye Ning, it is not a big deal.

But after understanding the whole thing, he realized that it was not that simple.

A car of charcoal.

One sells charcoal.

This is also called a matter?

He was exactly the same as the reaction of everyone in the Supervision Institute at the time. You came to the door of my mighty waiting because of such a trivial matter?

Mighty Hou thinks this is impossible, no one will be so boring, Ye Ning must have deliberately targeted him!

What “the housekeeper grabbed a car of charcoal” was just a reason for the whole foot.

This is the same as “walking with the left foot first” and convicting people.

“It seems that Master Ye’s drunkenness is not about the wine. On the surface, he is arresting the housekeeper in my house, but in fact it is aimed at Benhou!”

Mighty Hou has no good feelings about Ye Ning anymore.

After some brainstorming, he again had a murderous intent on Ye Ning.

“Just for a cart of charcoal?”

The scholars on Ye Ning’s side are also a bit Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

What do you think it is

The result is a car of charcoal.

This reason is really too nonsense

“Ye Qing here”

Ji Mingyue in the palace didn’t know what to say.

Ye Ning, is it okay to look for trouble?

She has always trusted Ye Ning deeply, but she has an illusion.

That’s it, Ye Ning did a little too much.

Ye Ning has no way of knowing Ji Mingyue’s reaction.

But looking at the mighty hou, looking at the literati, and then thinking about the previous reactions of the people in the Supervision Institute, Ye Ning suddenly laughed.

“It’s just a car of charcoal

Is it really as simple as a car of charcoal?

There is a strong sadness deep in Ye Ning’s heart.

The world is really sick, so sick that people have taken the matter of “robbing others’ property” as a trivial matter.

“I have a poem that I want to show you all.

Ye Ning looked around at everyone.

He didn’t know how to describe his own mood.

Since he came through, he has regarded himself as a passer-by most of the time.

Only at this time, a deep sorrow was born.

“Selling charcoal weng, cutting charcoal and burning charcoal in Nanshan.

Ye Ning spoke lightly.

Everyone could not understand Ye Ning’s grief at the moment, but it did not prevent them from listening to Ye Ning’s poems.

Ye Ning’s talent has long been famous in Beijing.

Among the literati, many people gave him the nickname “Ye Zhenguo”.

Because he wrote a national poem.

But after that, Ye Ning stopped writing lyrics.

Many people are looking forward to his next masterpiece.

Now it’s finally out!

The readers listened attentively, but when the first sentence came out, they frowned.

“This is also called poetry?”

How can there be such a straightforward poem?

Is this a poem, or is it a vernacular?

But Ye Ning ignored other people’s thoughts, he was still reading the poem.

“His face is dusty and smoky, and his temples are gray and black with ten fingers.”

Still very straightforward, can’t see any talent straightforwardly.

But the literary spirit in Ye Ning’s boldness is surging.

From his Baihui acupoint, it floated in a curl, and then formed a vivid picture in mid-air.

In the picture scroll, it is the image of selling Tan Weng.

He chopped wood and charcoal in Nanshan all year long. His face was dusty, showing the color of smoky smoke, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black by charcoal.

This scene makes the scholar and the mighty waiting unknown.

But the people who were onlookers felt empathy in an instant.

Because they saw themselves by selling Tan Weng.

Isn’t it the same for the working people?

Work hard, face the loess and back to the sky, and use labor in exchange for survival.

The mighty man did not have such empathy because he was prosperous and wealthy from generation to generation of marquis.

Most scholars do not have this kind of empathy. You must know that in this era, reading is not a simple matter. Poor people do not necessarily have money and have a way to study.

People who can read are basically in good backgrounds.

Ever since I was young, I don’t need to worry about livelihoods.

They only need to do one thing well, and that is reading.

Therefore, their cognition of the real low-level people is derived from books, and is separated from the actual cognition.

Only a few unfamiliar scholars saw the evolution of the literary spirit, and their hearts were touched.

The poem continues.

Where can I get the money from selling charcoal?

The poor shirt is single, worrying and wishing it will be cold.

Ye Ning slowly said.

With a surging culture, the image of selling Tanweng changed. He was wearing thin clothes, looking at the empty rice tank at home, and his wife who was lying in bed, his eyebrows were full of sorrow.

A foot of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to the ice.

The days of hunger for cattle and people are already high, and the mud rests outside the south gate of the city.

At night, there was a foot of heavy snow outside the city. In the early morning, the old man drove the charcoal cart to roll the frozen wheel marks to the market. The cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high, and they rest in the mud therapy outside the south gate of the bazaar.

The poets of this world mostly use the style to evolve the magnificence of mountains and rivers, the triumph of soldiers, and the enchanting beauty of beauties.

However, few people express the life of a low-level people with their literary spirit.

So that when people see the image of selling charcoal weng, they have a sense of unreality.

“Does the life of the people at the bottom have so much suffering?”

Many people are even eye-opening.

But when he was mighty, he still looked angry. This broken poem didn’t make him feel the slightest move.

These low-level ants are dead or alive, does it have anything to do with him?

Li Min is like an ant, how can the superior care about the life of the ant?

Then he soon found out that he was wrong, and it did have something to do with him.

Because Ye Ning said again.

“Who are the two riders of Pian Pian? The white shirt of the mighty Houfu.”

“Hold the clerical dictation, and return to the car and lead the cow to the north.

Wenqi surging again.

The next moment scene changed.

He saw Li San coming with a contemptuous smile on his face. He led a group of people, waved his hand, and pulled away the cow and the charcoal together.

The whole process is very short.

It seems that this is really a trivial matter for a short time.

“Don’t read it!”

Then the mighty face changed drastically.

He can’t empathize with Tan Weng, but he can know the great harm this poem brings!

Poetry is the easiest thing to circulate.

A good poem will follow the background story described in the poem and spread through the ages.

Originally, he thought that Ye Ning’s poem would not have that kind of charm.

But after hearing the back, he changed his mind.

Because he saw the reaction of the masses.

The common people seemed to have been subjected to the Movement Technique, one by one, they froze in place, and then tears flowed down their eyes.

They saw the fate of selling Tan Weng and thought of themselves.

Yes, isn’t our life like that?

While bearing the heavy taxes and taxes, he worked hard at the same time.

But when harvesting the fruits of labor, you have to be cautious, because it is very likely that something like what happened to selling charcoal will happen.

They are used to being bullied, but it does not mean that they will not be angry or sad.

They are also human.

The tragic fate of Tan Weng, is it not themselves that is reflected?

“A car of charcoal costs more than a thousand catties, and I will not regret it if I am in charge.”

A car of charcoal cost more than a thousand catties. The steward insisted on driving away. The old man was reluctant to give up, but he was helpless.

She could only sit down on the ground, her black fingers covering her cheeks, tears streaming from her fingers.

He didn’t know how to survive this harsh winter.

I don’t even know how to explain to his wife who is lying in the hospital bed.

Seeing this scene, the cry of the people suddenly magnified.

The cry was loud.

This is not the experience of selling Tan Weng, but their experience.

Their past, present, and future are all likely to experience such things.

How can I not empathize?

Ye Ning’s poem is not about other things, but for the hardworking people.

But in fact, this poem is missing the last sentence.

The last sentence is: half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk, tied to the cow’s head and filled with charcoal.

The person who pulled the charcoal left half of the red yarn, which was hung on the cow’s head, which was regarded as a reward.

Ye Ning didn’t add the sentence 640.

Because Li San didn’t pay anything at all, he even took the ox cart and the charcoal away.

It can be said that things have never been done.

Therefore, Tan Weng was so desperate that he even risked his life to go to the Supervisory Council.

“Good poetry!”

Cai Xianggao was the first to praise.

He saluted Ye Ning cupped hands.

“What a song that sells charcoal weng, an adult talent, opens the trend of my great Zhou poetry!”

No one has ever used this way, plainly, and directly to describe the situation of a low-level people.

In Cai Xianggao’s opinion, the publication of this poem is truly shocking.

“Congratulations, sir, open the trend of poetry!”

The literati bowed down one after another.

Their mood is complicated.

Because for most of them, they don’t actually know what kind of life the people live.

Now I have watched it through Ye Ning, and I have mixed feelings in my heart.

It turns out that the people’s life is so miserable.

“Ye Ning, you damn it!”

The moving and thinking of others, in exchange for the unprecedented anger of Mighty Hou.

He hates it!

He was completely ruined when this poem came out.

As mentioned earlier, a good poem has infinite charm. As time goes by, not only will it not lose its brilliance, but it will become more eye-catching.

Is selling Tan Weng a good poem?

Judging from the gorgeous rhetoric, of course not.

The rhetorical and gorgeous poems are for scholars, while selling charcoal weng is for the hardworking people.

The words are simple and simple, and ordinary people can feel it when they hear it.

This poem will surely be circulated among the people.

Through the ages.

Story of all ages!

There is always a villain character in every story that has passed through the ages.

There is no doubt that this person is his mighty waiting!

He is not afraid of being scolded at him by others.

But it doesn’t mean that he wants to be stinking for thousands of years.

Being scolded for a while, and stinking for thousands of years are completely different things.

But this poem by Ye Ning nailed him to the pillar of shame.

The literati’s pen is sharper than a knife!

Mighty Hou was furious, and he stared at Ye Ning bloodthirsally.

“Damn you!”.