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Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Feeling of the Guest at the Poetry Meeting

When he woke up early in the morning, Zhou Heng was already making a big noise outside. Today is the day when Suiya Mountain House opened. Wu Saner was ready in Suiya Mountain House and asked someone to come and invite him. The wife in the mansion also heard the news and was very happy. He heard that Zhou Heng was also going, so he specially taught people to prepare a car, and called a few bosses to follow him, and prepared firecrackers to teach Chen Ao. Zhou Heng and the other two won the first prize.

Chun'er went to urge Chen Ji to go. Chen Ji was still in the dark, but he didn't know that Chen Ao secretly put on his word and went around to cheat with his name. When Chen Ji saw Chun'er, he was about to say something, Chun'er handed over a piece of paper. Chen Ji took it and looked closely, and stopped talking. He said to Chun'er: "Girl, go back and report, and say come right away."

The paper is really full of small characters with various fonts written in different styles, each with different styles. Chen Ji took a deep breath and could only convince him after looking at the paper.

Chen Ji immediately set off and met Chen Ao and Zhou Heng. In addition, Chang Sui of the Duke Mansion, there were more than a dozen people, several of whom were close to Chen Ji, who was responsible for protecting his safety.

The city of Bianjing is full of autumn, with bare branches along the streets, and the streets are full of fallen leaves, and there are more and more pedestrians. As soon as the sky is dawn, the entire city is covered with a faint mist.

Zhou Heng lifted the curtain of the car, told the driver sitting on the shaft to move a little, looked at the people on the street ahead and said, "Chen Ao, look, many people are rushing to the mountain house, it will be very lively later."

Chen Ao Shu rested comfortably on the back pad and yawned: "This is naturally. As long as today's poetry meeting can succeed, the business of the mountain house will not be a problem."

Zhou Heng said excitedly: "Then how much can we make? Can we make 3,000 guan a year?"

Chen Ao curled his lips: "Three thousand guan? My Jay Chou, you underestimate yourself too much. The prince of the dignified Duke's Mansion will go out to do business, and at least five or six thousand guan will be recorded in a year."

"Five or six thousand guan." Zhou Heng widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "Why are there so much, good, great. With this money, I will never have to go to the account to pay money again."

When the carriage arrived on the edge of the Bian River, there were many carriages and horses. The young man with a child servant and a paper fan, the scholar-in-law wearing a Confucian skirt with his eyes higher than the top, the people who were excitedly looking around in the crowd, and the peddlers who were carrying goods and hawking goods among them, which was very lively.

"It seems that the comrades' emotions have been mobilized." Chen Ao was secretly happy. Although he released many gimmicks, Chen Ao was not sure what effect could be achieved. Now it seems that the effect was beyond his expectations.

After getting off the carriage, the coachmen tied their horses and weeping willows. Chen Ao and Zhou Heng were not in a hurry to go in. They looked at the scenery along the Bian River with their hands behind their backs and saw the dawn. The carriage Chen Ji was riding was very low-key and went straight into the back door of the mountain house, for fear that they would be recognized by others when they got off the car, and it would be difficult to get out at that time.

The mountain house had not opened, and there were many people coming. The young men got off the carriage and greeted each other. If there were invitations, their tails would rise up, and they would like to stick the invitation on their foreheads.

What is an invitation? The invitation is a symbol of knowledge and is recognized by Chen Ji and Chen Xianggong.

"Mr. Zhang, we happened to talk about you. Come quickly, come quickly." The speaker shook his fan and saw a man riding an old horse slowly pedestrian, saying hello from afar.

This Zhang Gong is naturally named Zhang. His parents are not good at getting their names, so they are called Zhang Yidao. For this reason, Zhang Gong has been ridiculed by many people. Zhang Gong is not a hero who kills people, but a scholar who studies and seeks fame. There is no way to do this when this name conflicts with his profession. Therefore, some people who know him know that he likes others to call him Zhang Gong. If someone calls him the name directly, Zhang Gong might be a hero when he goes wild.

Zhang Yidao was in a particularly good mood today. His family background was average, and he accidentally got a good fortune. He was not outstanding in Bianjing City. Unexpectedly, thanks to the favor of Mr. Chen Ji, he had the opportunity to participate in the poetry meeting. Last night, he didn't sleep well all night, and he rode his old horse early in the morning. He knew in his heart that he was qualified to participate in the poetry meeting, no matter whether he could get a lottery or not, his value would be considered as a gain. He is now teaching a museum at a wealthy family in the city, preparing for the next year's scientific examination, and he passed the imperial examination. He happened to be short of money to buy some books and go back to raise the price with his boss.

Tie the horse under the willow tree by the lake, Zhang Yidao dusted the Wensheng towel above his head, strides up to greet the person who greeted him. This outfit is of great value. Today, Zhang Yidao is prepared and naturally has to dress up.

After chatting for a while, someone suddenly said, "The mountain house is open, come and see." The crowds of people forced Zhang Yidao to follow the crowd. When he looked around, he saw that the appearance of the Sui Yashan House was not luxurious, but a strong and elegant taste, without too much grand decoration, but full of vicissitudes of vicissitudes.

Someone was shouting: "You can come and support the store, the store is full of glory, but there are too many people today, so you must offend you. Please include more, please queue up to enter."

Most of the people who come here are scholars, so naturally no one is making trouble. Who can’t do anything that is insulting, and a long dragon is instantly drawn, and it actually goes from here to the end of the street, without seeing the end.

Zhang Yidao stopped talking to others and quickly found a seat to queue up. He thought to himself: "It's true that this place is different from a temple fair. Even the rules for entering the venue are poetry fairs."

After waiting for a long time, the team in front was over, some people came in, while others came out with annoyance and were very frustrated. "What's going on? Could it be that this store is not allowed to enter?" Zhang Yidao felt a little unreasonable. When a student in front of him was about to enter the store, Zhang Yidao realized that there were really shops in the world that pushed customers out.

It turned out that there were two Confucian scholars standing at the door, one stroking his beard slightly, and the other staring at the person with a triangular eyes. The man was about to enter, and his hands stopped him. The triangular eyes said with a smile: "Young Master, don't worry, only scholars are allowed to enter the Suiya Mountain Room, and the rest of the idle people cannot enter."

The student said with confidence: "I am a scholar, can't you tell me?"

The Confucian scholar who stroked his beard sneered: "Is it you said? You have to try it before you know that I will issue the first couplet. If you are right, I will be willing to welcome the young master in Sui Yashan Fang. But if you can't answer, you can only be rude."

The student was a little nervous and said, "Okay, you can tell me the first couplet."

Triangular eyes shook their heads and said, "The flowers, flowers, leaves, green and red, but Si Xiangwei is dedicated to supporting him, and does not teach the rain, wind and wind, and it is clear and cold. May I ask, how can I explain the second couplet?"

The student was holding his chin and fell into deep thought. This couplet was quite difficult. If it weren't for someone who was well-read and had a quick and wise man, he wouldn't be able to get it right.

After wandering for a while, Triangular Eye was impatient and said, "Please go back, young master, it's not too late to go back and study hard."

The student blushed and felt ashamed and left in shame.

Zhang Yidao saw it and immediately understood that this Sui Yashan House only allows people with good knowledge to enter. Those who are ignorant of their knowledge or who have not made progress in their studies will definitely not be able to enter.

"In this way, those who can enter this mountain house must be talented men, good, great." Zhang Yidao felt secretly happy. This rule is very suitable for his appetite. If someone wants to enter and come out, then what kind of word is elegant? The fewer people can enter, the more he can show his worth and extraordinary knowledge.

Zhang Yidao took the invitation and bowed to the two old scholars, saying, "Students are polite."

When the two old scholars saw Zhang Yifan's invitation, they immediately burst into laughter and replied, "Young Master is a famous scholar with invitations, so you don't have to take the exam. Please come in. Don't be surprised if you don't have any good hospitality."

They were completely different from the student and Zhang Yidao. On one hand, they treated each other coldly and were extremely attentive. Compared with each other, Zhang Yifan was even more comfortable. If it were an ordinary shop, those guys would naturally smile at others, and it might not be strange. However, here, they were as cold as frost for ordinary people, but treating Zhang Yidao like spring rain. This value and status were revealed.

"So in their eyes, I am already a famous scholar." Zhang Yidao nodded happily to the two old scholars and stepped into the threshold.

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Chapter completed!
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