Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 48: Make a scene! Make a big scene!
"Calling the master? Are you qualified to call the master?"

Xia Lin sat directly on the threshold of the township-run academy: "Well, you should first select a group of people from within, and select those who you think are geniuses. The rest of the mediocre people should not embarrass me."

After saying that, he patted the threshold under his buttocks and said, "Remember, genius is just the threshold to see me."

How arrogant was this statement? The "Four Talents of Jiangnan" were almost fuming on the spot. One of the top ugly ones stood up. It's not that Xia Lin judged people by their appearance, but this grandson was really too ugly.

He has a short stature, greasy hair, a round face and acne all over his face. At first glance, he looks like an undercooked sesame cake, as ugly as it can be.

"I have heard that you, Xia Daosheng, are crazy before, but I didn't expect you to be so crazy. But I want to remind this crazy man that this academy is not just a place to teach poetry and songs. The academy is full of talented people. If you think that you can be arrogant just because you wrote a parallel prose or a long poem, then today I want to let you see what I have learned."

"You? What are you? You want me to see you? What do I want to see? Your mediocre skills?" Xia Lin's face was full of impatience. He turned to look at Lao Zhang with disdain: "Zhang Zhongchun, this is the helper you invited. I have a recipe for baking peach shortbread. Why don't you just give it to this guy and let him go back and open a cake shop? It's better than embarrassing himself here."

Xia Lin's arrogance really made the students from Yuzhang Academy furious. Indeed, everyone present had read "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and knew "Spring River Moon Night", but this did not mean that the man in front of them had the capital to be arrogant. It was just some minor art of poetry and songs. The way to govern a country was the main art. Just seeing that he mocked Yueyang's number one strategist as soon as he opened his mouth, it was known that Xia Daosheng was just the kind of person who relied on a little talent to act recklessly.

"You are still as arrogant as before. Fortunately, I broke off our friendship long ago. Let me tell you, this person is the best policy debater in Yueyang, the second place in the imperial examination, and the one who discussed policy with the emperor in the palace, Zhang Teng Octopus Leap!"

Hearing Lao Zhang's loud introduction, the pancake-faced scholar raised his head with a proud look, while Xia Lin turned his head and laughed. Lao Zhang frowned and said, "Be serious!"

"Sorry." Xia Lin waved his hand: "I laughed."

In the eyes of others, their conversation seemed to show that Xia Daosheng was arrogant. Some of them were eager to come up and argue with him, but were stopped by Lao Zhang.

But before the people from Yuzhang Academy could speak, Xia Lin spoke first: "You can challenge us, you can remove our badge, but there has to be someone to judge, right? We can't rely on your one-sided opinion to decide the outcome. Who will be the judge?"

The meaning of this statement is very clear, that is, we need to find a referee. If there is no referee, what can we say?

But Lao Zhang was obviously prepared. He chuckled and said, "If I had known that you would slip into a trap, I would have invited the great scholar Qiu from Hongdu Prefecture to come. He will arrive at noon. What should you do now?"

"What are you going to do? We'll talk about it when we get here." Xia Lin waved his hand: "Don't disgust me, just go away."

His attitude was extremely bad, which made people angry, especially the students who came from afar. They could only say that Master Zhang said that Xia Daosheng was very difficult to get along with, but they didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could be so difficult to get along with. He was simply a reincarnation of an evil ghost. Moreover, although this person had some talent, his cultivation was a mess, and he had read all the books of saints and sages into a dog's stomach.

As for the "Four Talents of Jiangnan" who were invited, their faces were livid. But this did not bother Lao Zhang. He smiled and turned around and said, "Don't worry about this guy. You brothers will eat him alive when the time comes. Now that you have come from afar, I know there is a good place in Xinping Township. Why don't I take you there to relax and unwind."

Xia Lin knew where he was talking about. This guy was most likely going to take advantage of someone else's foot washing and massage. But this was normal. If not, he wouldn't be Zhang Zhongchun. He was the kind of manure bucket that would take a sip to savor the mystery whenever it passed by his door. For these talented men to get involved with him was worse than getting involved with shit. But this guy had no self-awareness at all since he became shameless. Cheating and deceiving people was almost becoming his old job.

"Zhang Zhongchun." Xia Lin shouted, "If you don't take away the junk you left here, I will burn it for you."

"You can burn it."

Xia Lin ignored all that and just turned around and walked into the door: "Wait."

He walked in and found some trash, then quickly took out a homemade pencil and wrote on a small piece of paper, then rolled the paper into a roll and stuffed it into the brush, then he walked out holding the pile of trash.

"Here, take them. These are all the things left behind by you, a piece of trash." He threw a pile of things at Lao Zhang's feet. His arrogant attitude and contemptuous tone were so contemptuous that one glance at him could turn one's fan into a hater.

Old Zhang looked at the things on the ground and sighed deeply. He turned around and started picking through the pile of trash, muttering softly, "These are all the things I used when I taught you to write. They are fine. Return them all to me."

In a word, he not only has the courage to swallow insults but also the loyalty and righteousness. However, Xia Lin suddenly became the treacherous villain.

Xia Lin crossed his arms and laughed: "Do I need you to teach me? Don't you see how incompetent you are?"

Lao Zhang didn't say anything, he just squatted on the ground and picked up the brushes: "I'll take these back."

After saying this, he turned around and left dejectedly. Then the four talented scholars surrounded him and began to comfort him. Xia Lin looked at their backs as they left, and a smile appeared on his face.

But the whole village was in an uproar. The news of the challenge had already spread, and they also heard that the two authors of the famous "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and the painting had actually broken off their friendship. This was even more earth-shattering news. For a while, everyone around, whether they were studying in the township academy or not, hurriedly left home and set off, wanting to witness the ultimate showdown between the two peerless heroes.

At this moment, Lao Zhang stayed in the inn on the pretext of feeling unwell. He carefully opened the brush and poured out the contents like a secret agent.

There are a total of five pieces of paper, which are the outlines of water conservancy, city building and military farming in the three classics of governing the people, as well as a parallel prose and a prose. The parallel prose is called "Fu on Afang Palace" and the prose is "Yueyang Tower Inscription".

Without wasting any time, Lao Zhang copied and began to recite it. However, halfway through, he suddenly slapped his thigh and cursed: "This damn bastard is really capable, but it's too damn hard to recite..."

After memorizing these two articles that amazed Lao Zhang, he then began to write a policy paper based on the outline given by Xia Lin. Although Lao Zhang was not good at writing poems, he was also good at policy papers. If it weren't for his bad mouth, he would have been the third place in the imperial examination.

Tanhua is a term that makes people more excited than Zhuangyuan, because Zhuangyuan only needs talent, but Tanhua must be both talented and good-looking. Lao Zhang is really only one step away from Tanhua, so you can imagine how good he is at writing policy papers.

Now that he had an outline, he was like a fish in water. The first thing was water conservancy. To put it simply, Xia Lin searched for the bidding documents for a project on both sides of the river and changed it into a policy paper. This concept of water management not only did not involve ideology but also surpassed the current overall governance model by so many years. It was extremely advanced.

The military farms are simpler, mainly discussing the red line and agricultural tax issues. However, the city building is a bit outrageous, because Xia Lin's suggestion to Lao Zhang is to cancel the concept of cities, expand the scale of towns, and use the protection of people's livelihood as the starting point. It is easy to understand and appears extremely smooth and bright under Lao Zhang's polishing and filling.

At this moment, Chuntao brought lunch to Xia Lin, but she did not sit down or leave after serving the food, which made Xia Lin curious: "Sister Chuntao, are you still thinking about this morning?"

Chun Tao blushed, bit her lip and asked curiously, "Master, when did you and Zhang... Zhang..."

"Just call him Lao Zhang."

"When did you break up with Lao Zhang? I don't even know..."

Chuntao couldn't help feeling a little sad when she said this. If she was not even allowed to know such a big thing, it would mean that she was still treated as an ordinary maid, so it was natural that she would feel sad.

"Oh, this. We are doing very well." Xia Lin said with a smile: "Have you heard of building momentum? The strong never complain about the environment. Now the Xiangli Academy and Yuzhang Academy need fame, great fame, and now is the time to accumulate strength. Old Zhang, let's sing a song of Farewell My Concubine. I am the Overlord and he is the Concubine."

Chun Tao understood what he said at this moment, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh: "You scholars have really dirty hearts."

(End of this chapter)