Seeing everyone's expressions, the two people's faces were filled with heat. They looked at each other and were heartbroken. Hou Dong took the lead and said: "If you win, we will also shout three times, I am a loser!"

"Yes, I agreed. If you have the ability, let us lose..." Zheng Ming also followed.

Anyway, they felt that this useless idiot Yunze would definitely not be able to get the first place.

Luo Qingcen sighed and said: "Then the poetry meeting will begin... You can think by yourself and communicate... It will be limited to half an hour!"

With the sound of her voice, the poetry meeting officially began, and everyone had different expressions: some were thinkers, some were communicators, and some were writers.

Only Yunze continued to paint. He seemed to have forgotten his bet with Zheng Ming and Hou Dong.

Everyone couldn't help but feel anxious for him. Luo Qingcen wanted to speak several times, but he still endured it.

However, the woman who was waiting for the painting in front of Yunze spoke out curiously: "Master Yun, aren't you going to write a poem? How about... we write the poem first, and then we can paint after you finish it..."

When the people around him heard this, they all looked at Yunze curiously.

This guy can still draw so calmly. He is not afraid of losing!

"Don't worry, it's just a poem, you can finish it with a snap of your fingers... Why waste my time making money... Let them come first, I will be last..." Yunze smiled and shook his head.

Just kidding, if you paint one more painting now, you will earn an extra twenty taels. If you don't make more money during this time, how can you pay off the debt?

However, as soon as he said these words, everyone looked at him in astonishment, their eyes strange, and for a moment they didn't know what to say to Yun Ze.

Why does this guy feel so unreliable, and he likes to brag so much? He can just write a poem and finish it with a snap of his fingers. They all want to beat Yun Ze for such bragging.

Luo Qingcen sighed and shook his head. This guy is really a money addict, and most importantly, he is an arrogant maniac!

She was too lazy to say anything. She had already done everything she needed to do. She couldn't help with writing poems!

When Hou Dong and Zheng Ming heard this, the sarcasm on their lips became a little thicker, and their faces were full of pride.

It would be better for Yunze not to compose poetry. Later, they would like to see how Yunze ends up.

Just like this, while others were thinking hard, Yunze was painting calmly. His painting speed was a little faster, and he painted three more paintings in half an hour.

At this time, everyone began to submit poem manuscripts to Luo Qingcen.

Zheng Ming and Hou Dong looked at Yunze, as if asking him to hand in the manuscript.

Yunze looked at Luo Qingcen and waved the charcoal branch in his hand.

"I'm busy now and don't have time. You guys start first, and I'll finish...then the poem manuscript will be given to you..."

As soon as he said these words, everyone present was shocked again.

This damn thing is okay, everyone has already handed in the manuscript, but this guy hasn't written the poem yet.

While others are writing poems, he is painting, and now that he is submitting the manuscript to comment on the poems, he is still painting. He must be thinking about money to be like this.

Doesn't he know that he already has a bet?!

Everyone couldn't figure out what Yunze wanted to do. They felt a little more sympathy in their hearts. If Yunze continued to act like this, he would be embarrassed later.

When Zheng Ming saw this scene, he opened his mouth to mock Yun Ze. However, Hou Dong interrupted him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"There's no rush. Anyway, in the end, he has to admit defeat regardless of whether he can get the poem manuscript or not... Just wait..."

Hearing this, Zheng Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Yunze with a face full of jest.

Luo Qingcen looked at Yunze who was painting seriously and shook his head unconsciously.

This was the first time she saw such a strange person.

Apart from making money, there seems to be nothing else in my eyes.

Sighing, she asked the assistant next to her to start reading the poem, and then asked everyone present to comment.

After the poems are unanimously reviewed by everyone, they will be ranked. This is the process of the poetry meeting.

As the appraisal began, the first poem with the theme of spring was unremarkable, with a hint of doggerel.

The people around me didn't say anything unpleasant, but they didn't speak highly of him either.

That is to say, it is average, not excellent, and the level is just OK.

Then came the second, third... poems written by nearly a hundred people, each of which took about one and a half minutes on average. It took an hour and a half to comment.

Yunze painted seven more paintings during this period. Including the six paintings he painted before and the one by Luo Qingcen, he painted fourteen paintings in total. After a poetry meeting, he earned 280

two.

Just paint one more painting and you can earn three hundred taels.

But at this time he had to stop writing, because he was afraid that there was not enough time. Now he was commenting on Zheng Ming's poems, and next was the poems of Hou Dong, the most talented scholar. Finally, it was his turn.

The face of a young lady who had just waited in front of me was full of disappointment, but she was also very helpless. She could only find another opportunity to let Yunze paint for her.

At this time, Zheng Ming's poems had already been read out.

A little better than others.

The people around him let out bursts of admiration, and most of them flattered Zheng Ming.

"Good poetry... They are worthy of the two talents of our poetry club. This poem is definitely a masterpiece..."

"Yes, Brother Zheng is really talented. Why can't I write such a good poem?"

Zheng Ming felt relieved when everyone flattered him. He turned around and looked at Yunze proudly, his face full of pride, and he even raised the corners of his mouth in disdain at Yunze.

Zheng Ming's poems were temporarily ranked first by everyone, knocking down the one who was originally ranked first.

Yunze watched all of this quietly, with amusement on his face. Zheng Ming's poems were better than limericks, but they were too ordinary and had nothing amazing about them. They could only pass the test.

Zheng Ming is not completely a fool, at least compared to other people present, he is still a little ink.

Next is Hou Dong. Because he is the most talented person, his poems are put at the end for everyone to appreciate. Everyone has high expectations for him.

Hou Dong also looked confident and proud. He glanced at Yunze, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

"Spring returns to the earth, and all things are fresh, and the sun warms the divine continent and thousands of peaks are beautiful..." The person who read the poem read out Hou Dong's poems. Compared with Zheng Ming's poems, Hou Dong's poems were indeed better.

Everyone's eyes suddenly showed a look of astonishment. He is indeed the most talented man in Danyang. The poems he wrote are unique. This poem is definitely a masterpiece of tonight's poetry meeting.

After I finished reading the poem, the flattering sounds around me started one after another.

"Well...he is indeed the most talented man in Danyang. His skills are extraordinary. Brother Hou's poem will definitely take the top spot in tonight's poetry meeting..."

"Yes, such a masterpiece will be remembered for eternity. I am waiting for you to be such a talented person."
Chapter completed!