Hearing the three words of Mr. Tang, a sound came from the backyard. A young man with a pale face ran out in a hurry with a look of surprise.

"Where is Mr. Tang? If you have any mistakes, please forgive me!" The young man stood respectfully at the gate and said.

It turns out that my cousin is at home? Ye Xingyuan is speechless about the virtues of this family. Eighty-mostly, young people are even more ignorant and too lazy to socialize with their "poor relatives" from the countryside, so they simply stop showing up.

Even Mrs. Lu put down her work and looked at the door with her eyes - they probably almost forgot that there was a relative and guest at home.

Mr. Lu took the lead in. He was wearing a round-necked shirt and smiling. When he saw his son coming out, he immediately showed a little doting again, as if he had bought his favorite toy for his son.

Ye Xingyuan knew that his cousin had opened a wine shop and had a good life in recent years. At this time, he saw it from afar and felt that his cousin had a little more rich look on his face, but his face was still vaguely recognized.

But who is Mr. Tang? The family of three is so excited? Ye Xingyuan couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Following Mr. Lu is a tall scholar wearing a tattered scholar's scarf and a blue shirt. His sleeves are stained with oil. His face is drunk and his steps are slightly staggering. However, this person's temperament is not restrained and shabby, but he is a bit crazy about looking down on all living beings.

Still a scholar's husband? But how could he be so depressed? Ye Xingyuan recalled several scholars in the village. Who is not serious and serious? How could he look like a crazy person?

I have to say that Ye Xingyuan has lived in the mountains for a long time, and he still can't keep up with the fashionable style of this mansion. The journey of the imperial examination is long and long, and it may take decades to stop a few times. Some scholars have been diligent all their lives, and their hair has turned white, and they still have some luck in the end. It is difficult to have a name on the imperial list, so they have to use poetry and wine to drown their sorrows and be unrestrained.

In these places where the competition for the imperial examinations is fierce and the literary style is prosperous, a trend has gradually formed. Not only middle-aged people with hopeless futures, but also young talented men are proud of being unruly and unruly. If they blindly study hard and have a straightforward behavior, they will be ridiculed.

Mr. Tang Shiyan, who was invited by Mr. Lu today, is an outstanding figure in the talented people in the Hanjiang Prefecture. He became famous for his poetry when he was young and was extremely talented. He became a scholar at the age of twenty. He was regarded as a great talent in his residence with great hope.

I don’t want to make luck, but it will take more than ten years in a flash. Not to mention the nominations on the imperial list, even a juren has not been rewarded. I can only sigh that I am not lucky.

After thirty years, this person gradually lost interest in taking the exam. He usually did everything to visit prostitutes and drink, leaving behind many fresh and new lyrics and erotic songs. He is also considered to be a famous talent in the Hanjiang Mansion and a famous celebrity in the province.

The Lu family's young master had some idea these days, clamoring to learn poetry by following the trend, and even named him to learn from Mr. Tang. Mr. Lu and his wife have always been despised by their son. Since their beloved son became a child, they have been relying on everything, even if they want the moon in the sky, they have to find a way to pick it off.

Tang Shiyan was very fond of wine and was short of money. I don’t know how much wine account he had on credit on Mr. Lu. When he came to drink again this day, he became a trap and was dragged by Mr. Lu. Finally, he followed the Lu family reluctantly.

Mr. Tang burped and opened his half-drunk eyes. He saw the two young men, so he turned to ask Mr. Lu, "I promised to teach your son to write poetry, why did one more come out? This is a different calculation. If you teach one more, you have to give me thirty kilograms of apricot blossom wine!"

Mr. Lu was also stunned. Unexpectedly, there was an extra young man at home, so he asked his wife with his eyes.

Mrs. Lu felt sorry for the money for drinking and quickly explained, "Mr. Tang misunderstood. There was an extra country relative who was my master. How could he know how to write poetry? What he taught was my Wei'er."

Mr. Lu Wei nodded quickly, "That's right! Mr. Tang doesn't have to worry about him. Mr. Tang's quatrain is not shocking and never stops. It is one of the few in the world. I sincerely study, and I hope Mr. Tang will give me some advice."

Ye Xingyuan had nothing to say to the family, so he was too lazy to get involved. He took a step forward and saluted Mr. Lu, "I am Ye Xingyuan from Qianshan Village. I haven't seen my cousin for more than ten years. Today I came to see you here. Since there is something wrong at my cousin's family, I will say goodbye first."

He said it clearly, and then he quickly flew away. What they like to do has nothing to do with him. Ye Xingyuan thought.

"Oh...oh..." Cousin Lu said twice, and his face felt a little embarrassed... He remembered Ye Xingyuan. When he was young, he went around the streets to sell grain and wine, and often stayed at his cousin's husband's house in Qianshan Village. Speaking of which, the relationship between the two families is not far away.

But later, he became prosperous and settled in the capital city. The Ye family became increasingly declining, and the two families had fewer contacts. Later, he only went there once when his cousin's husband was buried and gave him two cents of silver. He never saw Ye Cuizhi and Ye Xingyuan again, so he naturally could not recognize the young man for a while.

In front of outsiders, Mr. Lu didn't want to show too much affection and coughed dryly, "Since my nephew is here, why are you in a hurry to leave? Go again after you have a meal. You don't have to pay attention to your cousin's study, sit down, sit!"

At this time, it was still important for his son. A mountain village boy like Ye Xingyuan would naturally be happy if he was entertained by eating more pieces of meat and drinking more glasses of wine. What is worth it?

It seemed that this tasteless meal had to be eaten. Ye Xingyuan had no choice but to sit back to the corner. Anyway, the family was wandering around Mr. Tang, so he continued to sit and wander.

When Mr. Tang heard that he had lost thirty kilograms of apricot blossom wine, he couldn't help but sigh and glanced at Mr. Lu's eyes. His madman's demeanor was fully revealed: "Look at your appearance, you are stupid in your reading, your mind is blocked, and you are not in the world and human relations. I'm afraid that you are not a person who can write poetry."

He casually found a chair and sat down, took the fragrant tea offered by Mr. Lu, and said, "The so-called poetry has no intention, joy has no emotion, and literature has no words. Since you want to learn poetry, I will ask you first, why do you want to learn poetry?"

Mr. Lu was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment, and could not answer it. He had a reason to learn poetry in his heart. To put it bluntly, he couldn't do without the word "romantic", but how could he say this in front of his parents?

Mr. Lu was anxious when he saw his son's stupid appearance and quickly answered for his son, "Poetry is used to express his ambitions. Our Weier has great ambitions in his heart, so he wants to express it in poetry, but his writing is simple and simple, so he wants to learn from Mr. Tang..."

When he was young, he also read several books, and he was even more wise when he was in the door and went to the door, but he was a little more meaningful. Mr. Tang glanced at him and muttered softly, "What ambition? You have to learn poetry from me at this time. As the saying goes, cramming Buddha's feet at the moment, isn't it for the sake of the romance of the golden autumn courtesan?"

Mr. Tang was speechless when he was half drunk. After lowering his voice, Mr. Lu naturally did not hear clearly. Only Mr. Lu had a ghost in his heart and heard the word "Cao Gu" vaguely. He was shocked and looked at his parents. Seeing that they had no special reaction, he let out a long sigh.

Mr. Lu knew that he could not hide his thoughts from Mr. Tang, and his face showed a pleading look, "Sir, I know that my qualifications are dull and unbearable. I just want the teacher to look at me... On a sincere face, I would like to mention a few words to make me learn one-tenth of my teacher, which is enough."

He said a few words vaguely before his sincerity, with a pleading expression, hoping that Mr. Tang would help him for the sake of his fine wine.

Mr. Tang understood and sighed deeply, "I already understand your mind. It is just that writing poetry is the first priority, and hard learning is the second. Since you must learn, you must seek quick success. After drinking your father's wine, I will always give you a way to get it."

Hearing the four words "take tricks", Mr. Lu was overjoyed and wished he could not help but be overwhelmed, "I would like to give me advice from Mr. Tang!"

Mr. Tang nodded and said seriously: "Since that's the case, I will teach you a method."

He took out a broken book from his arms and sent it to his cousin Lu, "I have a "Complete Works of Wei Shiyi". You can choose one hundred five-character poems to read them well, and then choose two or three hundred seven-character poems from Zhou Wenzheng to memorize them. I am reading one or two hundred seven-character quatrains from Shen Xiang of this dynasty, based on these three people.

I will look at the poems of the four great masters Chen, Gu, Yang and Mo, and memorize the Huajian Ji. Even if you don’t have the qualifications, you can at least fool a few wrong poems. Naturally, the Hall of Elegance will not be able to enter the Hall of Elegance. But it is enough to coax the little girl who is unsightly."

Ye Xingyuan nodded beside him. This method is suitable for both ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad. The so-called "reading 300 Tang poems well, you can recite them even if you can't write poems. If you really want to learn to write poems, you will naturally start by memorizing rote things, and gradually feel poetry, and your pen will turn into poetry.

But cousin Lu had a bitter face and couldn't help but calculate, "Why don't you remember thousands of poems? In just two months, how can you memorize that many?"

"Du!" Mr. Tang was furious and wished he could knock on his head with a stick, "You stupid guy! That's quite a lot? This is a quick method, just a fool for you to fool the scenes! If you really want to learn poetry, how can you get a glimpse of the tricks without memorizing thousands of famous articles? Besides, you are not a talented person. Even if you are a young man, then he will definitely work hard secretly.

Just say that recently, a young poet named Ye Xingyuan from Guiyang County appeared. The sentence "There is nothing to be squeezed with fireworks that cannot be cut" has written all the complaints of the boudoir, which led to the brothels singing together in the city. Do you know how many famous works these images of "squeezed with fireworks" come from? How many poems have he read and how much hard work has he done?"

Ye Xingyuan was drinking tea silently in the corner when he suddenly heard Mr. Tang praise him, but no one realized that he was the young talented man in Mr. Tang's mouth. This feeling was extremely strange.

Mr. Tang shook his head and recited the three-character poem that he had been circulating recently. When he was halfway through reading, he suddenly stopped, as if he realized something.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Xingyuan, who was sitting honestly in the corner of the house with suspicion. "Young man, what did you say just now?"

Mr. Tang did hear Ye Xingyuan’s name just now, but he didn’t take it seriously at that time. It was not until he started talking about this newly emerging young poet that he felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if... had heard it just now?
Chapter completed!