"This is not a poem at all... The old man next door is even better than the top scholar!"
After reading the second poem written by Zhu Ping'an, an official from the Hanlin Academy felt so upset that he shook his head and sighed. He felt that Zhu Ping'an's poem had lowered the overall level of the Hanlin Academy.
Other officials also looked at him with awe, some of them could not appreciate Zhu Ping'an's minor contribution.
Just as everyone was booing, a very discordant sound of a stomach growling was heard from among the crowd.
Gu... ... Dong... ...
who
Everyone turned around to look for the source of the sound, and then they found a Hanlin official in his thirties looking at them with an embarrassed and slightly red face.
"Ahem, I'm sorry everyone. Well, I forgot to eat lunch at noon because I was editing the history book. I felt a little hungry after reading these two poems written by Lord Zhu..." The Hanlin official in his thirties covered his stomach with one hand and pointed at the masterpiece written by Zhu Ping'an with the other, explaining somewhat embarrassedly.
Are you hungry?!
The Hanlin official was telling the truth. He had recently been in charge of compiling the history of the Song Dynasty. In the morning, when he came to the part about the Shame of Jingkang, he was so absorbed in it that he could not extricate himself. He felt that the vast Chinese nation had become a plaything of foreign races. He suddenly lost his appetite and sat there in a daze for a long time.
However, after reading Zhu Ping'an's first poem, he developed an appetite. By the second poem, he could no longer control his desire for braised pork with bamboo shoots, fish heads, crabs and stewed chicken. At the end, there was a "gulp"... "dong"... God knows how long he tried to hold it in but he couldn't help it.
Despite the little incident of the belly rumbling, the Hanlin officials did not have much change in their opinion of Zhu Ping'an's poems.
Zhu Ping'an had expected the gazes from the crowd, but he didn't take it seriously. Poems and songs were originally meant to be jokes, and the note from Emperor Jiajing asked for poems that would stimulate appetite. The words "poems that stimulate appetite" alone carried a strong sense of unorthodoxy. Serious poems and songs used objects to express one's aspirations and scenery to express one's emotions. Who could stimulate your appetite
So, just have an appetite, no matter what the style and literary talent are.
"In fact, I have written some other jokes before, but they are not poems. I just want to make Your Majesty laugh. Oh. Of course, it goes well with rice."
Zhu Ping'an remained calm and composed amid the sighs, not affected at all. Smilingly, he dipped his brush into the inkstone again and wrote lines of calligraphy worthy of a master's hand appeared on the rice paper. Every stroke was a treasure of art... But what was written on it
"I Wander in the Sea - Sweet and Sour Fish
Jun Xi Soars in the Sky Spicy Wings
One afternoon
The king came to the water and asked me:
Me and You
What's better for dinner
What are these? My eyes are blinded, this is more than just a joke, it feels like our own jokes are hundreds of times more serious than this!
However, it seems that after watching it, one really has the urge to have a sweet and sour fish and some spicy wings.
Gu... ... Dong... ...
You don't need to look to know that Hanlin, who didn't have lunch, has his stomach growling again. He must have been hungry after watching the sweet and sour fish and spicy wings.
Indeed, Zhu Ping'an's poem does not have outstanding literary talent, but it is full of appetite.
This food-themed poem was also selected by Zhu Pingan from a foodie high school poet from Henan Province. "I am the sweet and sour fish that roams freely in the sea, and you are the spicy chicken wings that soar freely in the sky. That afternoon, you flew to the surface of the water and asked me, 'Between you and me, who is better for eating?'"
Of course, Zhu Ping'an turned this poem into classical Chinese. After all, vernacular Chinese is very popular in modern times, but it does not work in the city. When you go to a place, you still have to follow the local customs.
Huang Jin collected all the poems of everyone present, put Zhu Ping'an's poem at the end, and then without stopping for a moment, he took these poems to the West Garden. Huang Jin couldn't wait for Emperor Jiajing to see these poems. I believe that the emperor will have a good appetite after reading them.
After Huang Jin left, Zhu Ping'an no longer took the poems he wrote seriously. Although he felt very hungry when he read these food-themed poems in modern times, there was no guarantee that Emperor Jiajing would like them.
So. After finishing writing, Zhu Pingan pretended that nothing had happened, returned to the library where he worked, and began to slowly organize the books.
When it comes to organizing books, Zhu Ping'an has an advantage that others can't match, that is, a super memory. Although Zhu Ping'an is not a photographic memory, it's almost there. He can remember most of the books after reading them. Zhu Ping'an temporarily emptied the first bookshelf, and then wrote a note and posted it on the bookshelf.
Zhu Ping'an has already written many exquisite notes. These notes are like the shelf labels in modern libraries, but instead of pinyin and numbers, they are classified using classics, history, and miscellaneous works, as well as Hongwu Zhengyun.
Zhu Ping'an decided to rearrange the books on the first and second floors in the style of modern libraries. Of course, this is a very heavy task, but with Zhu Ping'an's super memory, it will not take too long to complete, but certainly not too short.
After Zhu Ping'an emptied the first bookshelf, he began to look through the vast amount of books on the bookshelves on the first floor, and put each book he saw back on an empty space according to the order of the Hongwu Zhengyun in Classics, History, Philosophy and Mir.
Zhu Pingan reads very quickly
In the words of Old Li, who was sweeping the floor nearby, Zhu Ping'an reads as fast as if he were moving books.
In Lao Li's eyes, Zhu Ping'an reads books like this: he stands in front of the bookshelf and flips through each book one by one. It takes less than a few seconds to read each book. After reading, Zhu Ping'an starts to move the books out, one by one. It looks casual, but each book is placed in a different position, and soon a shelf of books is moved.
Except for five books that Zhu Pingan placed on the first bookshelf, the rest were placed on the open space.
After Zhu Ping'an emptied the second bookshelf, he took a written label and pasted it on the second bookshelf. Then he took seven books from the empty space and arranged them on this bookshelf.
After finishing, Zhu Ping'an walked to the third bookshelf, and then finished reading the books on that shelf in less than ten minutes under Lao Li's shocked gaze. Then he moved the books, putting each book back in order, and several books were placed on the first and second bookshelves.
After the third bookshelf was emptied, Zhu Ping'an put another label on it and placed nearly ten more books on it.
After Zhu Ping'an sorted out five bookshelves, he stretched his sore hands, shook his neck, poured himself a cup of hot tea, picked up a book that interested him, sat down and read while drinking tea, just like taking a break. (To be continued.)