Pei Ziyun couldn't help but smile hoarsely, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating. He couldn't help but wonder: "This banquet costs a lot, so what's the purpose?"
The original owner had some memories of his previous life. He came once and listened to the chat. After a while, he finally figured out things.
"It turns out that this is a banquet hosted by the Juren in the city. Although this Juren is a member of the previous dynasty, he is also respected in the new dynasty. He loves reading and is good at managing money. He is already one of the richest people in the city."
"Because he was promoted from the previous dynasty, he did not serve as an official. He is very supportive of those who come after him. He holds this banquet every year. The top ten children from seven counties in the government are invited, and celebrities from the city also participate."
"Not only will there be a banquet, but there will also be a literary meeting later. When writing articles and poems, you will receive guidance from your seniors. If you can stand out, you will not only receive generous rewards, but also your literary reputation will be spread."
These children came here just because they liked this cultural banquet.
At this time, I suddenly heard a commotion in front of me. It turned out to be the person from the previous dynasty.
Pei Ziyun took a look and saw a majestic old man at the front. This old man was full of joy and anger. He was talking to Ju Ren and walked upstairs, followed by two people.
This person looked to be no more than forty years old. He had a mustache and was dressed in an ordinary way. What impressed people most was his dark eyes, which looked at people with a faint gaze.
Pei Ziyun ate slowly, thoughtfully. He knew this person himself, Yue Qiu Shan, the word is smooth.
This old man is obviously an official, and only officials can behave like this. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered: "It's Fu Yuan, the Jinshi of our house!"
Fu Yuanguan was promoted to Minister of Rites and has now retired.
Seeing these two people taking their seats, after a little while, someone stood up and said, "Students are bold enough to make some suggestions."
The people in front were singing poems or articles loudly at the moment. After a while, another person stood up. As soon as this person stood up, everyone looked at it together.
I saw this young man wearing a green shirt, looking in the lamp, looking cool and unrestrained, which attracted the attention of Fu Yuan and Yue Qiu Shan. I saw that this man was singing.
Pei Ziyun looked up and saw this man, his eyes instantly turned cold.
Zhang Jieyu!
As for this person, he has little relationship with the current Pei Ziyun. As for the original owner, it can only be said that there is a slight conflict. The original owner wasted several years by his casual interference.
Suddenly I remembered: "It seems that Yue Qiushan and Zhang Jieyu are related by marriage?"
At this time, another person's poem was praised by the old man, and Tang Zhen was also indignant.
After a while, the title proposed by Fu Yuan was passed on. Based on the scene outside the building, he requested that the title be a fisherman. This is a literary banquet. It is eclectic. Those who come can do it or not. Those who are confident can sing poems on the spot.
The three of them were still thinking hard. Pei Ziyun looked outside and happened to see a fishing boat passing by, so he ordered the clerk to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The three of them were shocked and gathered around. They saw that Pei Ziyun had finished the poem with just a few strokes. Tang Zhen took it and read it out loud, unconsciously:
"Fisherman!"
"The fisherman stayed near the western rock at night, and at dawn he was drawing clear Xiang trees and burning Chu bamboos.
When the cigarettes are sold out and no one is seen at sunrise, there is a sound of green mountains and rivers.
Looking back at the middle stream under the sky, unintentional clouds are chasing each other on the rocks. "
What a good poem. After finishing his words, others were still silent. Yue Qiushan's eyes lit up and he praised loudly, while Fu Yuan beside him also nodded slightly. The poem was circulated for a while, and everyone applauded.
Poems were circulated and everyone talked. From time to time, the clerks in the store responded to the requests of these scholars and handed them pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Many scholars picked up their pens and started writing, while some even used the pens and ink after they had been used up. All the paper inkstones were collected in the bag.
Pei Ziyun stood up and filled a bowl of soup. When he saw the scholar taking away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the clerk ignored him and let the scholar take it, as if he didn't see him.
While he was wondering, a look suddenly came over him. Pei Ziyun looked back and saw Ma Ji holding his own poem. A scholar was talking. He saw Pei Ziyun, Tang Zhen, Wang, and Li Shusheng sitting together with expressions on their faces. Just a change, a sharp cut.
At this time, Wang Tongsheng, who was sitting on the right side, stared back fiercely when he saw this person staring at him. A group of people separated by several tables were full of conflicts at the moment.
At this time, Pei Ziyun realized that the three scholars Tang, Li, and Wang must be hiding something. The three of them must have some inside information with Ma Ji's group. He was about to ask, but at this moment, he heard some noise in front.
Someone called Pei Ziyun from the front, and then Wang Tongsheng pushed: "Ziyun, you did a good job in your article. I am calling you to come up."
After saying that, he pointed to the seat at the front and saw Fu Yuan and Yue Qiushan commenting on Zhang Jieyu.
From the current perspective of Pei Ziyun, this man is chic and suave. He listened to the comments and responded to Fu Yuan's words from time to time. He was very satisfied with Fu Yuan and Yue Qiushan.
"It turns out that this cultural gathering is just for the support of my own people." Pei Ziyun understood immediately, and he was not afraid of the stage at this time. He went up, and at this time another person also came up.
Seeing the three people standing side by side and bowing together, they were all handsome young men. Fu Yuan sighed: "What a handsome young man."
Then the comments were made one by one, and the rankings were announced. This Jieyu was the first, another person was the second, and Pei Ziyun was the third. However, Fu Yuan was not as good as Zhang Jieyu with Pei Ziyun. Just talk.
After the rankings were awarded, a servant came up with a plate. When he glanced at it, he saw that there was a scroll of painting on the plate of the first place, and an inkstone on the plate of the second place. The painting was not unfolded, so they were not clear. Everyone can see the inkstone clearly. This ancient inkstone is carved with some plum blossoms, and the dots of red stamens are in the center of the plum blossoms.
One student pointed and said: "This is the red plum inkstone that was a tribute from Meishan in the previous dynasty. This inkstone has a literary name, and most of the finished products spread out are rewards from emperors. Since the turmoil in the previous dynasty, this Meishan inkstone has not been used again for some reason. It cannot be mined, so it is rarely circulated, and most of them are collected by everyone and kept at home to suppress the literary spirit."
The student named the inkstone in one breath. Listening to the student's words, the student understood the value of the inkstone and couldn't help looking at the ancient inkstone with burning eyes.
Even Fu Yuan was a little moved. He looked at the ancient inkstone and followed Yue Qiushan and said, "Zhirun, Zhirun, I told you that you have a Meishan inkstone, but you said you don't have one, and you still hide it. If you give it away in front of me at this banquet, you won't be afraid that I will get angry and drag you to punishment."
I heard Yue Qiushan laugh and say: "If Brother Ping'an wants to drag this old man to punish him, just drag him there himself. But don't think about this Meishan Inkstone."
"Hey, I should have rubbed you more if I had known." Fu Yuan, whose nickname is Ping'an, felt sorry after hearing this. After thinking about it, someone familiar with Yue Qiushan felt that something was wrong, and asked Yue Qiushan: "Zhirun, this inkstone was meant for you before." I won two yuan in a row, given by your teacher. I have been thinking about this inkstone all these years, but you have refused to give it away and refused to lose it. Today, you even used it as a prize. No, no, honestly, what is the reason? If If you have a problem, just tell me."
Yue Qiushan sighed: "Brother Ping'an, I have always felt low on energy these days. I am worried that if this inkstone is left in my hands and I can only accompany it to the grave, I might as well give it to these young students and watch them. I always feel like I can recall the vitality of the past.”
As they talked, there seemed to be tears in their eyes, and both of them fell silent.
Only then did Pei Ziyun notice the second place, and saw that this young man was also handsome, with delicate ears and eyes, and his eyes were very bright, like ink, exuding wisdom. He was wearing brocade clothes and hanging a jade pendant. The surface is shiny, looking at the inkstone.
Pei Ziyun looked at the Meishan Inkstone and couldn't help but feel a little moved, but this was not due to his fate. He looked at the third place and saw a book and a silver coin. Pei Ziyun saw his own reward and thought about these two The man was rich, and his heart secretly wrinkled.
In the blink of an eye, I thought, this is a school banquet where people are providing money and treasures. Of course, I have to make a name for myself. It would be good if I can take advantage of it, and I feel relieved.
At this time, Yue Qiu Shan was about to give it away. Fu Yuan stopped Yue Qiu Shan and said, "Zhirun, I have been craving for this reward from you for a long time. Since I can't get it, let me give it away and get some comfort."
Yue Qiushan couldn't help but laugh dumbly, sat down and said, "Brother Ping'an, you, you."
He said and sat down again.
When the rewards were handed out, only to Pei Ziyun, Fu Yuan picked up the book, his expression changed a little, as if he was surprised, but he concealed it quickly, and no one else saw it. Pei Ziyun was so close, seeing this change, he was a little strange, and he didn't know For some reason, the old man said some words of encouragement.
The top three were all grateful and returned to their positions. At this time, Tang, Wang, and Li all gathered around to see what kind of reward it was. The reward for the second place was visible to all and was very precious, so they were curious about what these three people were doing. There were also some books gathered around, and I saw the protagonist holding it in his hand and saw that it was "Records of Picking Flowers". It turned out that this book was written by the owner Yue Qiushan.
Seeing this record, everyone dispersed. They originally thought it was a precious reward, but they did not expect that it was written by Yue Juren. The three scholars Tang, Wang, and Li felt that it was a bit boring and did not value the book.
Pei Ziyun held the book in his hand. He didn't feel anything. He was a little disappointed for a moment. Then he turned it over and read a few pages. What he wrote in this book are all Lao Juren's thoughts on some articles. They explain the profound things in simple terms. It's just a book. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful that I had no sustenance in my book. Then I thought about it. I got this benefit, but I still wanted more. I was a little greedy, so I smiled slightly and put the book and the money into my arms. It was just that the money was a little heavy in my hand. , after weighing it, there were about ten taels.
The rankings were assigned and the rewards were distributed. All the children felt that the trip was worthwhile. They only regretted that they did not get the ranking. They were a little annoyed and envious of the top three.
Just in envy, a few people looked at Pei Ziyun and the four of them with dissatisfaction. Just after the banquet was over, they saw Ma Ji leaving in a hurry with a group of people.
The three scholars Tang, Wang and Li also went downstairs with Pei Ziyun. At this time, Pei Ziyun thought of Ma Ji's eyes and was about to ask. Tang Zhen said, "Ziyun, why didn't you just take away all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone?" Those are all top-grade Four Treasures of the Study."
Pei Ziyun couldn't help but be a little surprised and asked: "These are the owner's belongings, how can you take them casually?"
Seeing Pei Ziyun's surprise, the three of them all laughed, and everyone said divergently: "Ziyun, Ziyun, you are in a big loss now. You must know that these pens, inks, papers and inkstones can be taken away. They are gifts from the old juren. Don’t you think that if a scholar steals a book, it is not considered plagiarism, but he forgot to tell Ziyun.”
Pei Ziyun was a little confused and asked, "Why is this?"
The three of them were all happy, drank some more wine, and started chatting in a flurry of words: "There is an inside story here. It turns out that in the previous banquets, some poor scholars saw that the four treasures of the study at the banquet were all top-grade. I was a little moved, so after finishing the poem, I would sneak away a little bit, and after the banquet, there would always be a little less."
"When Yue Juren saw it, he simply announced that all the four treasures of the study at the literary banquet would be given to the scholars, and they could take it for themselves after the banquet. This is also a sign of a flourishing literary style!"
(End of chapter)