Eight Young Masters of Yang Family Generals

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Yang Yanrong clasped his fists around, opened his mouth and chanted: "When I am drunk, I am greedy for laughter. There is no time to worry about it. Recently, I feel that the ancient books are useless. Last night, I fell drunk by the pine, and I asked how I was drunk? If you feel loose and want to help, push loose with your hand and say 'go'!"

As soon as this poem was uttered, the whole room was suddenly silent: Those who can understand are so arrogant, how dare they say that the books of the ancients are useless.We must know that in this era, the emphasis has always been on respecting teachers and teaching, and Confucius and Mencius are regarded as saints. Anyone who does not respect Confucius and Mencius is an apostate, and is cast aside by scholars all over the world.If you don’t understand, think, is this considered poetry?If this can be regarded as poetry, then I can also write a few poems.

Yang Yanrong did not expect such a situation. In their era, the goal was to be unconventional. If anyone could pick out the faults of the predecessors, after the media publicized it, it would be an instant hit.

Suddenly a long laugh broke the silence, the middle-aged man stood up, patted the table lightly, said three good words in a loud voice, and saluted Yang Yanrong's long collection, and then said with a smile: "Young master's good poem, What a 'recently I feel that the ancient books are useless', but Xiao Lei also wrote a poem, please appreciate it."

Xiao Lei raised his glass to Yang Yanrong, raised his neck and dried it. He wiped the wine stains from his mouth with a wave of his sleeves, and the wind of a heroic man rushed to his face.Yang Yanrong nodded slightly, only to hear Xiao Lei chanting: "Thin wine is worse than tea soup; rough clothes are better than no clothes; ugly wives and concubines are better than empty rooms. It is better to sleep on the north window in mid-summer when the boots are full of frost at five o'clock. It’s cool. Pearls, jackets, and jade are sent back to Beiman by thousands of people. It’s better to sit alone in the morning sun with a quail and a hundred knots. Wealth and honor in life, and articles after death. At this point, he hiccupped and continued to chant: "Hey, forget about right and wrong, worry and joy."

"Good words!" Yang Yanrong laughed loudly and said, "Brother is arrogant and unruly, good literary talent, good writing!"

The two actually walked towards each other at the same time, patting each other's shoulders, feeling like they hated seeing each other late.A newcomer to Guizhou, who doesn't know the customs and customs here, still has the arrogance and arrogance of his previous life. He can be said to be a bloody man who is not afraid of anything. The state of the world is cold, and he has already seen through the world, and is the unruly prodigal son who caresses the world.

A few elderly scholars couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, secretly thinking that these two people are really gentle scum, it's really audacious to say such outrageous words in public.

One of the middle-aged scholars couldn't see it, and snorted softly: "There are three masters in one township and two miles who don't know the four books, the five classics and the six righteousness, so dare to teach seven, eight or nine people how bold they are!"

My day!Are you scolding us?Yang Yanrong glanced at Xiao Lei, and said with a smile: "This poor scholar is so vicious, how about we beat him together?"

Xiao Lei couldn't help laughing, and said: "This poor man is so stupid in studying, why bother, let's drink well!"

Yang Yanrong nodded, stretched out a middle finger, and laughed, he stopped fussing with that poor scholar, and Xiao Lei and you had a cup, and I drank a cup with the same joy.

The middle-aged scholar saw that the two of them ignored him and stepped on him, and drank on his own. He obviously didn't take himself seriously, and couldn't help being furious. You can’t even match the couplets? How dare you call yourself a scholar? I’m afraid your book has been read by Mr.

Xiao Lei frowned, thinking that this person is so annoying, we don't bother with you anymore, and we have to keep pestering him like this, the impression of this person suddenly became bad in his heart.

How can Yang Yanrong be someone who suffers easily?He stood up from his seat with a bang, pointed at the middle-aged scholar's nose and cursed: "Are you fucking amazing at reading a little book? It's like two to five or eighty thousand? Don't say a little couplet , just because you still can’t help me!” He stared at the middle-aged scholar fiercely, and said with a sneer, “Listen well, I’m right: Ten households and nine poor people got eighty-two-seven cents, six cents, five cents, four cents. Li is half-hearted and half-hearted."

The face of the middle-aged scholar suddenly changed color. He never thought that the absolute that he had been thinking about so hard would be confronted by this kid in the blink of an eye.For a moment, he stood on the spot in a daze, unable to make a sound.

Some people in the hall followed suit at that time. They were usually looked down upon by those self-proclaimed scholars, and they felt a little inferior in their hearts, but they didn't expect that such a young boy's casual pairing would make the middle-aged scholar Choking too speechless, they all applauded.

Xiao Lei also raised his thumb, nodded and said with a smile: "Brother, you are so young, and your writing is so quick, it's why I underestimate you."

Yang Yanrong chuckled, and said: "Every time Zhengyi slaughters more dogs, he is shamelessly a scholar! He is the one who is talking about it." He pointed at the middle-aged scholar whose face had turned into a pig's liver.

Hahaha!The two laughed in unison, indescribably happy.

At this time, another talented young man came forward with a sneer, and said to the middle-aged scholar, "Brother Huang, why do you need to get angry with such a young man?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanrong was furious, dammit, one after another endlessly, and immediately returned to the past with another sentence: "Brother Xiao, this white-faced old man, I don't want to bother with him, come here, let's continue to drink."

Immediately, everyone burst into laughter again, this young man is so funny, he is quick-witted, cleverly matched, he speaks easily, and he has a good literary talent.

The young master seemed to be very deep in the city, and he was not calm, he glanced at Yang Yanrong lightly, and said: "It snows in the sky but it doesn't rain, it turns into rain when it falls on the ground, it's so troublesome to turn snow into rain, God is worse than just raining."

Yang Yanrong smiled slightly, and he was right: "Sir, you don't eat shit when you eat. If you eat it, it turns into shit. It's so troublesome to turn shit into shit. Mister, it's better to just eat shit."

Hey!Absolutely!People's laughter grew louder and louder, the young master finally changed his face, snorted and said: "You speak so vulgarly, you have the nerve to call yourself a scholar? What an insult to gentleness." After that, he took the middle-aged Scholar, leave in a huff.

"Damn! When did I say that I am a scholar?" Yang Yanrong cursed back, bowed his hands to the people around him, and laughed loudly: "Happy! I will settle the accounts of everyone present today. Everyone, feel free to eat boldly!"

Some people in the hall laughed loudly and cheered. They all felt that the trip was worthwhile after witnessing a wonderful fighting essay competition today. Moreover, the young man was so generous that he ended up killing everyone in the field with a light smile. Account, without blinking an eyelid, can't help secretly admiring.

Xiao Lei stretched out his thumb towards Yang Yanrong, and said with a smile: "Brother, I have already agreed before, whoever can write a good poem, this piece of gold will be given to him, you can ask everyone, this piece Should you have the gold?"

His voice was so loud that everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.Earlier, Yang Yanrong had already won the favor of many people, so they all shouted: "Yes, yes! This ingot of gold must belong to my brother!" Poetry, I am the first to agree."...

Yang Yanrong was not hypocritical, and laughed loudly: "Xiaoer, what are you waiting for? Why don't you bring all the good wine and food to everyone? If the 50 taels of gold is not enough, I still have some in my pocket! If everyone If you don’t have enough food and drink, I’ll demolish your Wangchun Building.” As he spoke, he took out a stack of thick banknotes from his bosom, and put them on the table with a “snap”.

The shopkeeper sitting in the hall shouted: "Serve the food, serve the good food; serve the wine, serve the good wine."...

Don't say that I spread too slowly. I don't want to use the novels piled up with words to make everyone sick. Some things are better carved. I want to make the book of Bashu a classic. Don't you brothers? Will you witness this moment with me?Also, I hope that the brothers can pick out some mistakes in the novel and send them to the book review area. Typos, sentences that are not clear, etc., and some historical common sense, etc., you can pick out the mistakes!Classic, let's create together, shall we?