The peasant girl in Space is the group favorite

Chapter 216
Xu Wenwu nodded and said: "What a courageous person. Faced with such harsh words, he did not get angry at all. This shows that this person has a calm mind."

Qian Xuedong and others nodded in agreement.

Mr. Wen on the stage also saw that this person was different, so he took the initiative to bow his hands and said: "Brother, I'm really sorry. His words about this distant relative of mine can only represent himself, not me. Please give me a welcome." Brother, please forgive me."

"Mr. Wen, it's okay, he can't affect me yet." The young man returned the courtesy and said.

"May I ask what you call me?" Mr. Wen asked.

"My surname is Zheng and Yaoyang."

"It turns out to be Mr. Zheng. My name is Wen Yuan. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the Wen Mansion to find me." Mr. Wen said with a faint smile.

"Thank you very much, Brother Wen."

The middle-aged man said: "Okay, now that the ten of us are here, we will compete in the form of drawing lots. There are ten slips of paper here. Each person will draw one, as long as they use the words on the slip. Make a four-character poem, and whoever can write it will be promoted!"

The boy carried a wooden box with ten rolls of paper in his arms.

Each of the ten people on the stage drew a card, opened it and looked at it. Some people frowned when they saw the question they had drawn, while others smiled.

"Ten young men only have half a stick of incense time, so they write down what they think of and let everyone in the audience read it."

The first one to start writing was Zheng Yaoyang. His pen tip did not pause and he stopped after a while.

The middle-aged man was a little surprised and said: "Did Young Master Zheng think of it so quickly? It's really amazing."

At the same time, Wen Yuan also stopped writing, while some people were still thinking and writing.

"These 500 taels are not that easy to get. I only have half a stick of incense, and I still don't know the topic, so I have to improvise on the spot." Qian Xuedong said.

Several other people nodded, it was indeed a bit difficult.

When the time is up, everyone must stop writing.

The middle-aged man took out the poem written by Zheng Yaoyang, because he was the first to finish it, and said: "Master Zheng drew a poem based on the wind. I will read it to everyone next."

"Wind and frost give birth to Angelica dahurica, and the fierce energy dominates the heaven. Outside the blue clouds, the cold water is clear and clear."

"it is good!"

After the middle-aged man finished reading, there was a burst of applause and cheers from below.

"Don't you look down on Mr. Zheng on the stage? Now you know there is someone outside the world, right?"

said the man who had just argued with Gao Yuan.

"Hmph! I haven't read the poems written by my brother Wen yet! They are definitely a thousand times better than this poor scholar." Gao Yuan's arrogant attitude remained unchanged.

The man looked at him with disdain. Mr. Wen had already drawn a clear line between him and him, and he was still here to have relatives. This was too shameless.

"Master Zheng is really amazing. He has written such profound poems in such a short time. You can't judge a book by its cover!" Qian Xuedong said with emotion.

"Yeah, luckily the dean brought a few of us out and let me see the knowledgeable people outside like a crucian carp crossing the river." said a classmate.

"Brother Zheng, what a literary talent! Wen Mou admires him." Wen Yuan said.

"Brother Wen, please tell me."

Wen Yuan admired Zheng Yaoyang's character very much. Knowing that he was the son of the prefect, he did not take the initiative to be friendly with him. It can be seen that he was an upright person.

"Next, let's read the poem Mr. Wen made out of snow." The middle-aged man said.

"After the snow, there is the source of the river, and the mountain people are no match for it. The flower moon is on the empty steps, and the radiance fills the palace."

"Okay, wonderful!"

"Yes! I didn't expect Master Wen to be so knowledgeable!"

The middle-aged man also showed a satisfied look. He is also a person who loves poetry. He organized this competition mainly because he wanted to take this opportunity to collect some good poems. It seems that the 500 taels spent is not a loss.

Six of the remaining eight people have also done it, but they are still far behind the first two.The other two only made half of the work and failed to finish the rest, so they had to leave with regret.

But no one is laughing at it, after all, it is somewhat difficult, and not everyone is as talented as the first two.

The middle-aged man said again: "Now we will proceed to the next link. I will play ten top lines, and the two with the least correct ones will be eliminated."

"Interesting, are you trying to answer this question?" Qian Xuedong said with a smile.

"Whoever raises the wooden sign first will answer first. Please listen to the question. There is no need to worry about green water, but your face is wrinkled by the wind. Please be correct."

"This is an interesting pairing. The pairings I have heard before are not so short."

"The shorter this is, the worse it is! It also has to be neat and tidy, which is difficult!"

"Brother Wen, come on! Kick this poor man out of the stage!"

Remembering Gao Yuan's voice, people around him looked sideways, speechlessly looking at this man who was jumping like a monkey.

The people who were thinking on the stage frowned when they heard this shout. While he was thinking, he was affected by this sharp voice and suddenly became angry.

Although Gao Yuan was the son of a county magistrate, many of the people who came this time were children from rich and powerful families. Some of them had much better backgrounds than him. Seeing that he had aroused public anger, he did not say a word, but his eyes were filled with anger. Staring at Zheng Yaoyang on the stage.

"The green hills are eternal, but their heads are white as snow." A faint voice came out.

“Green water is opposite to green mountains, wrinkles are opposite to gray heads, what a good match!”

"Yes, it's neat and rhyming. Mr. Zheng is really talented. We can't compare to him!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Okay! Well done, Mr. Zheng. Many people have tried to correct the first couplet and the second couplet before, but none of them were as good as Mr. Zheng. This first point belongs to Mr. Zheng!"

Others on the stage also admired Zheng Yaoyang. Judging by his clothes and his family background, he was definitely not very well-off, but he didn't expect that he was better than those of them who had asked a master to initiate him at home when he was five years old.

"Quiet in the audience, please listen to my first couplet." The middle-aged man pressed his hands.

"Look at the sky, look at the sky when you are empty, look at the sky when you have time every day! I have finished saying this, please take the next couplet."

"This! Why are you talking so convolutedly? This couple..."

The students below also gathered together in twos and threes and discussed quietly.

Several people in the competition on the stage were also thinking.

"It's hard to ask for help. It's hard to ask for help. It's hard to ask for help when everyone is in trouble." A voice came out.

"It's Mr. Zheng again!" The people in the audience were a little surprised when they heard this. Unexpectedly, it was him who faced him this time.

Even the middle-aged man asked in surprise: "Mr. Zheng, did you think of it so quickly?"

Zheng Yaoyang smiled bitterly and said: "The second couplet I am talking about is related to my experience, so it can be considered as a sentiment."

The middle-aged man stopped asking and said, "This point belongs to Mr. Zheng."

Fu Rui in the audience said: "If the young master goes up, he will definitely be able to do it right!"

Qibao smiled and said, "Brother doesn't want to be in the limelight."

"Spring flowers and autumn fruits, God will reward those who have worked hard for ten years, who will come to make peace with you! Please correct me!" the middle-aged man said.

"This...the first couplet is full of a sense of high aspirations, but the second couplet cannot be too plain. If you have not experienced this, it will be difficult to match it!"

"Yeah! This is getting harder and harder!"

For a while, everyone on the stage fell into deep thought, and no one spoke for a long time.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man felt a little regretful and said, "If the people in the audience can come forward correctly, they can also get a generous prize. Who would be willing?"

(End of this chapter)