Take the farm down to earth

Chapter 51

After three cups, everyone saw that his face was still reddish as before, but he put down the glass with his hands firmly, and immediately knew that this guy could really drink.

It's a pity that Gao Yongmin didn't speak, and the people present couldn't continue.

Otherwise, it would be a fool to slap Gao Yongmin in the face in order to test a young man's drinking capacity.

Du Kang in this era is no longer the low-alcohol wine of Cao Cao's period.

Since the Yuan Dynasty, shochu has gradually become popular. Literati can't drink burning knives, and Dukang, which is [-] to [-] degrees, is already considered strong wine.

"Good drinking capacity", after Gao Yongmin confirmed Shi Zhongkui's drinking capacity, he didn't want to continue.

Since they have already eaten enough at this time, of course they will go back to their respective houses. As for going to the Yamen, they will definitely not go again today.

Sending away a dozen or so drunk guests who had no nephews or nephews, what Shi Zhongkui didn't expect was that none of the remaining elders was willing to keep their younger generation.

After thinking about it for a while, Shi Zhongkui quickly shook his head with a smile. After all, they are all from a scholarly family or a family of officials, and they don't want their children and nephews to make a fool of themselves after drinking.

In addition, it is not far from home, so even if you get drunk, you have to let the boy carry it back.

Now Jia Lian, who pretended to be drunk, couldn't pretend anymore. Fortunately, Shi Zhongkui saw Jia Baoyu beseeching when he was helped into the carriage.

Then he saluted Jia Zheng with a secret smile in his heart, "Uncle Shi, please forgive me.

The little nephew didn't plead for Lian's second brother and the other brothers. After all, we are all grown-ups. It's normal for friends to get drunk when they are full of wine. Go home and sleep and you'll be fine.

But Brother Bao was still young and talented in poetry. When the conversation started, my nephew forgot Brother Bao's age, so that Brother Bao had to accompany me to drink together. When I found out, Brother Bao was already drunk.

So Wan asked Uncle Shi not to punish Brother Bao. "

Several country gentry who had a good relationship with Jia Zheng also persuaded, "That's right, that's right, the juniors in my family are all adults, and any mistakes are their fault, and it's a good thing to be able to make friends with nephew Shi Xian today. Mr. Zheng, don't criticize Baoyu's nephew."

Jia Zheng liked Shi Zhongkui at first, and when he heard that Jia Baoyu had poetic talent, he was very happy.

In addition, after being persuaded by everyone, it is not easy to be as stern as he is to the family members, and he cupped his hands with a smile and said to everyone, "Don't worry, gentlemen, Baoyu can get a compliment from Nephew Shixian, and Zheng is only happy at this moment." , and even a little apprehensive."

"Haha, what's the matter with Mr. Zheng?" Yu Honggao said with a smile, "The villain said that Nephew Baoyu is talented, so he must be right.

After all, when it comes to the way of poetry, I am not as strong as Bo Qian as a master. "

Jia Zheng and everyone wanted to refute in their hearts, but when they thought of the poem "A piece of paper from home is only for the field, so why not let him have a foot", they felt that, let alone Yu Honggao, even if all the people present were added together, the poems would be better together. But this sentence.

Yang Wenqin suddenly said, "It's a pity that we don't leave any poems when we get together today. Does my nephew have a sense of elegance?"

Everyone knew at a glance that although Yang Wenqin had compromised, he still had resentment in his heart.

After all, Shi Zhongkui's poem of the Yang family was included in the county annals, and even Shilin's countless notes and interesting talks texts, so it would be unacceptable to put it on anyone.

As for the government of the country.

He is Wu Xun, so he will be scolded if he is scolded, not to mention that the government of Shanguo did not make a fool of himself, but will be remembered by later generations because of a poem.

It's cheap no matter what.

The first thought in Shi Zhongkui's mind was "Rolling Yangtze River East Passing Water", but as soon as the idea came out, he knew that the artistic conception and occasion were wrong.

Moreover, Gao Yongmin had persuaded himself to be low-key and cautious just now, so it would be too stupid to write such a famous poem at this time.

Suddenly, I saw a white and gray rooster on the haystack outside the manor. Under the sunlight, it looked radiant and white.

I couldn't help but think of a painting I had seen and the poem on it.

Pretentiously, Leng thought about it on the spot, and decided that although the poem was not bad, it was far worse than Linjiang Xian.

Moreover, this poem does not have any metaphors of rebellion and ambition.

The ancients said that someone has great ambitions, which is almost the same as saying that he is a traitor.

Seeing him looking at the haystack and the rooster, everyone immediately understood that he had an idea.

"There is no need to cut the red crown on the head, and you will walk into the future covered in snow; you dare not speak lightly in your life, and once you open thousands of doors."

As soon as Jia Zheng heard it, he exclaimed, "Good poetry, good ambition."

Yu Honggao immediately frowned, and while cursing the housekeeping in his heart, he secretly rejoiced that Jia Zheng said "good ambition" instead of "good ambition".

The difference between one word and the meaning is very different.

He clapped his hands violently, and laughed loudly, "Bo Qian is usually cautious in his words and deeds, but he is indeed a blockbuster in his studies.

It's just that the ambition is not low, but you have to study hard, so as not to fail in your career and be ridiculed by others. "

Everyone looked at God and couldn't help but roll their eyes at Hong Gao.

This blockbuster must be referring to the small three yuan, and at the same time, he is also expected to make a big three yuan, or even win six yuan.

Fortunately, it is the teacher who taught the industry, and directly plugged the hole.

The corner of Shi Zhongkui's mouth twitched, and he bowed and said solemnly, "Students will remember the teacher's teachings, and must study behind closed doors, waiting for the imperial examination."

The people present couldn't help cursing secretly, no one could see that the master and apprentice were acting for others to watch, but they had to boast, "My nephew has a good literary talent and a good heart, and he will definitely win the championship in one fell swoop in the future."

And Jia Zheng, who didn't know that he had been secretly scolded by Yu Honggao and Shi Zhongkui at the same time, now wished he could tie Shi Zhongkui home and become his son-in-law.

Seeing Jia Baoyu staring blankly at Shi Zhongkui suddenly, Jia Zheng's heart skipped a beat, but seeing that Jia Baoyu was already in the carriage, it would be too deliberate to let him stay at this time.

Sighing, he grabbed Shi Zhongkui's wrist and said, "Nephew, if you have free time, you must visit my uncle's house."

"Uncle Shi is very polite. After Xiaozixiang has passed the test, if he is lucky enough to pass, he will definitely visit Uncle Shi."

The converse meaning of this is that if you are not even a Juren, you will lose your face.

Moreover, it didn't say when to come to the door. When the time comes, just say that you are busy with business, or just forget it.

However, everyone didn't think that Shi Zhongkui would fail the provincial examination, but they also knew that if he really failed, Shi Zhongkui would definitely have no face.

How beautiful it is now, how embarrassing and frightening it was then.

And not only was he ashamed, even Jia Zheng felt embarrassed when they met at that time.

It is not persuading, and it is even more not persuading.

With this thought in mind, everyone's desire to continue chatting faded away.

Shi Zhongkui showed an apologetic expression to Jia Baoyu, but Jia Baoyu didn't care at all, he was really moved by this poem this time.

I just thought about it for a while, and finally realized helplessly that I couldn't write such a powerful poem.

He kept sticking his head out of the carriage, waved to Shi Zhongkui constantly, and even shouted that if he wrote a poem he was satisfied with, he would send it to Shi Zhongkui for appreciation.

Shi Zhongkui smiled, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

(End of this chapter)