novelones Chapter 341
Chapter 341
After he finished laughing, he did not continue what Mr. Fu Yin said, but asked jokingly: "I wonder what everyone thinks of Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Han Yu, Liu Zongyuan, Li Shangyin, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Li Qingzhao and others?"
Shocked, everyone was shocked. Although Wu Hao learned some information about this world from Lan Xia's mouth, Lan Xia's level and area of contact were limited after all. Seeing several stunned faces at this moment, his heart suddenly became heavier. This wouldn't just happen. The pretense of 13 will be exposed immediately.
Wang Fuyin fell into deep thought. Scholars originally had the ability to remember a lot of things they had seen, heard, and learned. The higher the level of cultivation, the deeper the memory. But except for Wang Wei, he could not remember any of the other names. Never heard of it.
Seeing this, everyone turned their attention to Mr. Wang. Wu Hao frowned slightly and also cast his gaze on Mr. Wang.
Mr. Fu Yin said awkwardly: "I am Wang Wei. These other people, um... uh... have never heard of it."
Wu Hao was shocked. This old man was Wang Wei. Was he the Wang Wei who wrote "September [-], Billions of Shandong Brothers" and "Lovesickness"?
Subconsciously he bowed his hand to Lao Wang, and Wang Wei returned the gesture with a smile.
That's not right. Aren't Li Bai and Wang Wei from the same generation? Why is there only one Wang Wei?
"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, thinking about family every holiday season."
Wu Hao looked at Wang Wei's face while reading. Sure enough, Wang Wei's face completely changed from calm to surprise to admiration.
Starlight fell from high in the sky, shrouding Wu Hao, who was reciting poetry, in a pillar of light. He was like an immortal in the high light, and the vision in the courtyard was visible for hundreds of miles.
Wang Wei could no longer sit still, stood up, bowed to Wu Hao, and said, "Sir, you are a great talent!"
There were a few more tearful people in the crowd. They were moved to tears by just two lines of the poem, especially Wang Wei, whose face was already filled with tears.
Wu Hao, who was left stunned in the bright light, wasn't this Wang Wei's poem? How did he become a great talent?
There was an extra layer of starlight in his inner lake, and it was very active. Wu Hao felt it. This starlight could keep him clear and quick in thinking. Reading a poem would increase his cultivation. Then if he could recite all three hundred Tang poems, Then I can't be invincible in the world.
There was a person in the magistrate's office who kept chanting to the huanghuali Taishi chair: "The sun shines on the incense burner and the purple smoke rises. Looking at the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance, what a poem, what a poem. Fortunately, I am quick, otherwise I will be seen by that old man Wang Wei. This thing is not guaranteed!”
On the attic of the casino, he recited two lines out of curiosity. The lake in his heart began to sway. A layer of starlight was superimposed on it. His cultivation level actually reached a breakthrough. This verse turned out to be the first of its kind in the world and had never been recited before. He I got a big deal, so I got excited and came back carrying this chair.
Suddenly, there were light spots flashing on the map of various towns and villages behind him. The location was near Wujiacun, and the brightness was still between yellow and green. The county magistrate was confused. Is this the Wenquxing Open Day? He just arrived. After two lines of poems about the county, another poem came out so quickly. It seems that this location does not look like the ancestral land of the new champion scholar.
Although he was still confused, he did not move slowly. He lit up his hands and rushed to Wujiacun.
Wu Hao and Wang Wei looked at each other, one with awkward surprise and the other with admiration. The night in Wujiacun was a little brighter, but Wu Hao's head was a little bigger.
"Sir, these two sentences refer to the county. If this poem is completed, it will surely reach the top of the mansion. I wonder if this poem has been completed?"
Wu Hao waved his hand and was about to drop his schoolbag, but found that he couldn't say anything shocking. He just said: "No, no, just these two sentences for now, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Looking at these two poems, a group of people cried. Wu Hao could only change the topic. Otherwise, he would not know what to talk about if he continued talking. Do we want to talk about up versus down, left versus right, birds singing versus flowers, mountains versus green mountains? Water show?
"Everyone is a guest from afar. Have you eaten?"
Lan Xia didn't know whether the poem was good or bad, but she only knew that the two lines of the poem written by Xianggong were very catchy. At this moment, she heard Wu Hao asked about the meal, and she was nervous. There were so many people and there was no food left at home. What should she do.
She saw the food, cloth and trinkets, but how could she dare to think that they belonged to her husband, who even dared to mortgage her gambling money.
Secretly tugging on Wu Hao's sleeves, he asked in a low voice: "Tell the clan leader, they are all big shots, let the clan leader arrange the food."
The scholars present were all promising people in the town, well-informed and courteous, with clear ears and eyesight. Lan Xia had no talent, and although his voice was low, everyone present could hear him clearly.
While the car was eating, Lan Xia felt a little embarrassed when she said these words. For a moment, everyone's mood jumped out of sadness, switching between great sadness and shock, and they couldn't help laughing.
The blush on Lan Xia's face deepened, and she hid timidly behind Wu Hao, tugging on Wu Hao's sleeves and not daring to let go.
After hearing what Lan Xia said, Wu Hao felt that it made sense, so he walked outside the house and said a few words to Wu Jincheng, and then returned to the yard to ask the big cat to help him deal with things.
Wang Wei and others watched the excitement. Wu Hao and the others actually dug holes in the yard and tied the food with hardwood. After a while, the villagers under the arrangement of Patriarch Wu brought the big pots and earthen jars that Wu Hao needed. The dishes, seasonings, and even bowls and chopsticks are all provided, but I don’t know how many families I borrowed them from, and the styles are different.
Wu Hao kept operating a big pot, a small earthen pot, and two high shelves, muttering incessantly: "You are all masters, and I am the only one working. What a loss! What a loss!" "
The group of scholars, who have always adhered to the concept of a gentleman staying away from the cook, looked a little unnatural when Wu Hao said this. Mr. Wang took the lead and rolled up his sleeves to help. When the others saw it, they also stepped forward quickly, but they did not expect that the more help they would get. Busier.
Wu Hao laughed angrily and said: "Masters, why don't you sit down and chat first? There are always customers passing by, so there is no reason for guests to do anything. We can do it."
Wang Wei's eyes lit up, "Everyone who passes through the door is a guest." Although this sentence is common, it has a profound charm. He fell into a brainstorm of confrontation and continuation of the next sentence.
Although the others were not as quick-thinking as Mr. Wang, they immediately felt that Mr. Wu's words were clear and precise. They started a debate based on these words and even forgot to do their work.
Wu Hao suddenly felt that the world was a little cute. The spirit and attitude of a group of old scholars was so touching. He chuckled lightly and sped up his hands and feet.
After a while, the water in the pot boiled, and the meat skewers were put on the shelf. Under the leadership of Wu Hao, a group of old men learned to sit on the floor, blanched meat and mixed sauces. Even Wang Wei was amazed. It seems that a gentleman who can write such good poems should be so magical.
"ga~ga~ga~"
An old man who climbed over the wall and stood in front of the barbecue rushed to the barbecue. Wu Hao held down his shoulder with one hand. He couldn't break free. He could only shout hoarsely: "Xue Li, the magistrate of Yongtong County, let go quickly." I, you are brave, Mr. Wang, help me pull him away."
Xue Li thought that Wu Hao was Wang Wei's secret guard. He could immobilize himself without fluctuations in talent. He was nothing but a secret guard.
Mr. Wang looked at Xue Li who was lifted in the air and smiled, thinking that if he could influence his husband's thoughts, he would have asked him to come out.
Seeing that Xue Li and Wang Wei knew each other, Wu Hao said seriously: "Remember to go through the door next time."
Xue Zhixian stiffened his neck and responded in a deep voice, but he didn't expect a burst of clouds and fog. When he looked closely, he was thrown out of the yard by the young man.