Rise From the Humble

The full text of "Gift to the Magistrate of Zhou" has thirty-two characters, which can be written in one stroke like a pen moving like a dragon or a snake.

From the time Zhu Ping'an stood up to the time the poem was completed, it only took a few breaths. When Zhu Pingan was writing, Zhang Captou stuffed a handful of boiled peanuts into his mouth with a spoon. When Zhu Pingan finished writing, Zhang Captou had not finished chewing the peanuts in his mouth.

What? Don’t write anymore? !

When Zhu Pingan put away his pen and put it back in the pen holder, Zhang Captou was stunned while chewing peanuts. What's going on? Isn't Mr. Zhu a famous scholar in the capital? Why did he just pick up the brush and make gestures twice and stop writing? Can't you write it? Isn't it? ! Logically speaking, isn't it as easy for the scholar to write poems and paint as it is for us to drink and eat meat? !

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here, otherwise it would be so embarrassing if I couldn't finish writing half of it. Isn't this a sign of defeating myself as the top scholar? If it were me, I would have to bite the bullet and finish writing it.

"Master Zhu, please take a sip of tea and take a break before writing..."

Zhang Captou was very discerning, stood up, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Zhu Ping'an down the stairs. He never thought that Zhu Pingan had finished writing. In his opinion, literati pay attention to careful consideration when writing poems and lyrics. After writing a poem and lyrics, the day lily would get cold. For example, Mr. Fu Zun once came to see Fu Zun when he had something to do. Fu Zun happened to be writing a poem at the time and told him to wait a moment. As a result, I waited for a long time...

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Just as Zhang Captou handed the tea cup to Zhu Pingan, he glanced at the rice paper on the table, and then he was shocked, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his whole body felt as if he had been electrocuted.

On the rice paper, a song "To the Magistrate of Zhou" suddenly appeared in front of him. Just thirty-two words, like riding the wind and breaking waves, with a sense of awe and righteousness, almost bursting out of the paper.

"Zhu, Mr. Zhu, you wrote this too fast!" The teacup Zhang was holding was almost thrown out, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Is it soon?" Zhu Ping'an took the tea cup from Zhang Captou, said thank you, then touched the back of his head and asked.

"Of course it's fast. If you don't believe me, ask Mr. Fu..." Mr. Zhang nodded vigorously and turned to the prefect Zhou.

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Zhang Qiao turned his head and almost swallowed the words in his mouth. He saw Magistrate Zhou in his sight as if he had a stroke. He was staring at the poem "To Magistrate Zhou" on the table with burning eyes and mumbling words in his mouth.

"The sun is setting in the majestic Lichou, and the whip is pointing to the east, which is the end of the world. Zihou, you and I are the same people who have fallen into the end of the world in Lichou. People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. I have been away from my hometown for more than ten years, and every time when the moon is full, , inevitably breeds homesickness.”

"Falling red is not a heartless thing. It turns into spring mud to protect flowers... These two sentences are even more wonderful. Although we are suffering from the pain of separation, our desire to serve the country and the people has not diminished. Zihou's sentence echoes Lu Fangweng's "Falling into mud" Grinding it into dust, only the fragrance remains the same,' which further shows the desire to do one's best for the country and the people. This poem by Zi Hou is very good, very good..."

"Zihou's poem is exquisite, and it will definitely be famous throughout the ages. It's just that Zhou is ashamed and cannot deserve this masterpiece. Zihou should change the name of the poem."

Zhou Houjie looked at Zhu Pingan's poem "Gift to the Magistrate of Zhou" with burning eyes, and praised it full of praise. He compared Zhu Pingan's poem with Lu You's "Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei", and implicitly admired Zhu Pingan's poem even more. poetry.

"I can afford it. If Mr. Zhou can't afford it, who can?" Zhu Ping'an said in a timely manner.

The poem "Zengzhou Magistrate" comes from "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai: The Mighty Sunset of Parting Sorrow" by the late Qing Dynasty poet Gong Zizhen. The only difference is that the name of the poem has been changed. The "eclectic" poem that Zhu Ping'an wrote when he participated in the examination The Qing Ci poem "Design Talents" is adapted from another poem "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai" written by Gong Zizhen.

This poem was written by Gong Zizhen when he left Beijing. It conveys his ambitions and expresses his feelings of farewell to his ambition to serve the country and his dedication to the country. Zhou Houjie just talked about the nostalgia of leaving home and the ambition to serve the country. The two are very similar, and this poem suddenly came out of Zhu Pingan's mind.

"Zi Hou, don't try to praise me. I still know myself. If you don't go to court in advance, just say that I am in the Ming Dynasty. There are countless people who are more worthy of this poem than me, Zhou Houjie. Zi Hou, don't underestimate the people of the world. Before A few days ago, when I was getting together with some of my peers, I heard about a magistrate named Hai Rui in Chun'an from a fellow of the same age who was a censor. He was full of praise for him. Curious, I asked for a moment and learned about Haizhi County. I deeply agree with the several allusions. This person is far more honest than me." Zhou Houjie waved his hand and said, citing Hai Rui as an example.

Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised when he heard Hai Rui's name. It turned out that Hai Rui was already quite famous at this time, and his reputation had reached the capital. As expected, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.

"What's wrong, Zihou?" Zhou Houjie asked upon seeing this.

"Oh, the Haizhi County you are talking about, we met Ping'an on the way back to Beijing from his hometown of Xiahe." Zhu Ping'an explained while carrying a teapot to fill up the tea for Zhou Houjie and Zhang Captou.

"Oh, let's talk about it." Zhou Houjie became interested.

"It's like this, when Ping An was going down the Yangtze River..." Zhu Ping An simply told the scene at that time...

While Zhu Ping'an and the others were eating, Orion Liu Dadao held a bundle tightly like a miser and entered a pawn shop not far from the Shuntian Mansion Yamen.

When Liu Dadao walked into the pawn shop, a man who looked like a steward followed quietly from behind. He was a steward from the Zhao Mansion in Beibingmasi Hutong. He sneakily followed Liu Dadao into the pawn shop.

There is a large round "dang" character on the outer wall of the pawn shop, and the layout inside is somewhat similar to that of a bank. The counter is a row of single rooms, and the court servants sit in the isolated single room, leaving only a willow window to conduct transactions with customers.

Chaofeng is the steward of the pawn shop who is responsible for identifying and appraising the items. Because the counter of the pawn shop is high, people who come to pawn have to hold something up before handing it over to them through the window. It is just like "going to worship to worship", so it is called chaofeng.

"Shopkeeper, please give it a try and see how much it's worth." Liu Dadao thrust the bundle from the window to Zhang Chaofeng, as if there was some treasure inside.

"Put it down gently and let me see."

Zhang Chaofeng took it carefully and picked up a corner-framed magnifying glass from the table. This magnifying glass was purchased by the owner from the red-haired Yi "Fo Langji" people. It was expensive. Zhang Chaofeng was always identifying precious objects. Only when the time comes is willing to use it.

The shopkeeper has been in the pawn shop for more than ten years, and he is used to watching people's words. He can roughly guess the value of a pawn item from a person's expression. Looking at Liu Dadao's nervous look on such a treasure, he thought it was an heirloom of this bumpkin's family. That's why I used a horn-framed magnifying glass.

However, when the shopkeeper was extremely prepared and opened the bag, he rolled his eyes and almost got smoked!

Caught off guard!

A smell of foot stench hit my face, the smell was so strong that it felt like a headache!

"Are you trying to trick me in Tongfeng Pawn Shop by bringing a bag of worn-out shoes to trick me?!" Zhang Chaofeng's face turned pale from the smoke, and he asked Liu Dadao angrily, wishing he could throw away the bagged shoes one by one. Everything was stuffed into Liu Dadao's mouth.

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That's right, it's this bag of tattered shoes that the master ordered to take down no matter what. The steward of the Zhao Mansion, who was pretending to pawn money at another window, glanced here to confirm that he had not lost the person, and felt reassured.