Doctors in the late Ming Dynasty

One person supported Wang Rumei and walked slowly towards the crowd. Sun Chengzong hurriedly greeted him. Wang Rumei quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not old enough to need two people to support me."

Sun Chengzong also smiled, and naturally supported the other side and said: "Of course the student knows, but the teacher has been unwell recently, and has traveled more than a hundred miles to preach. The student is not supporting the teacher, but greeting the teacher politely."

"Having a son should be like a child!" Wang Rumei couldn't help shaking her head and sighing, then she broke free with her other hand, pointed at the man and said with a hint of resentment: "You, you, if you have a child...

If I die, I will be able to rest in peace."

The young man smiled bitterly and did not defend himself. He just lowered his head and continued to support.

But Sun Chengzong said for him: "Teacher, there is no need to be harsh on my brother. The most rare thing is to have an innocent heart. You have already done everything to honor our ancestors. It is also a good thing that my brother and others can be carefree under your protection."

A blessing."

"Yes, father, when you named me Xinchi, didn't you just want me to keep my innocent heart?" The man said in agreement. It turned out that he was Wang Rumei's eldest son, Wang Xinchi, also known as Chongwu.
Wang Rumei was speechless for a while, thinking that when I first became an official, I gave you this name in order to warn myself not to forget my innocence. Who would have thought that for more than 20 years, I had been serving as an official in various places and neglected discipline, which really made Wang's heart red.

He became an extremely ordinary, mediocre person.

I have seen many young talents in these years, and I originally had some expectations for my son, but after five years of supervision and education, it is difficult to change. I looked at Sun Chengzong on the other side, and couldn't help but sigh again: Having a son should be like a grandson.

What a childish rope!

"Zhisheng, didn't you go to Wen'an? Why did you resign from the library again?" Wang Rumei asked.

"After the inspection in Beijing this year, Mr. Jiang was promoted to the right prime minister of Dali Temple and took Brother Jiang Xian and others to the capital. Without students, I came back from Wen'an." Sun Chengzong said. In the past few years, he has been serving as a teacher at the Jiang family in Wen'an.

"The imperial court has changed a lot in recent years!" Wang Rumei sighed again.

While chatting like this, the three of them slowly walked in, and everyone saluted and said hello again.

Wang Rumei laughed and said: "Seeing you, I seem to have seen the tomorrow of the Ming Dynasty. You may not know that I am entrusted by Liu Zhizhou to give lectures at Zhenwen Academy for half a year. If you don't mind being old and vulgar, you can do it.

Come and listen.”

After hearing the news, everyone was excited, especially the Baoding scholars, who were all as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"Yesterday Zhisheng invited me to host a cultural gathering, and I came here shamelessly, just to meet all the young talents as soon as possible. As we all know, Baoding has always advocated martial arts, and it can be said that both literary and martial arts are equally important. I am no exception. As a

Old men who have just retired from the front line, you must be prepared to endure hardships. Well, today is the cultural meeting, so I won’t say anything more. I don’t know what the requirements are, but I hope you can tell me a few."

Lu Shen and Wan Jing looked at Dong Jiugong and the others, and seeing their humility, Lu Shen stood up and said, "I didn't draft the topic in advance, I just said that I would make friends with literature."

Wang Rumei said with a smile: "My audience comes from all over the country, and they are not very familiar with each other, so I simply don't come up with a topic. Everyone is free to write a poem. You can do it on the spot, or you can use old works. If you make friends through literature, there is no need to set up a poem."

So many rules and regulations."

"Okay, in the past, the topics for literary conferences were prepared in advance, and some people paid high prices to hire people to write poems. It is simply a disgrace to us literary people. The boss's suggestion is very good."

"It's very good. I don't want to limit it. This is the first time I've encountered it. It's very good. It's very good."

"I still have the old work, and I will ask you to criticize it when the time comes."

"Easy to talk about."

……

There was a burst of praise from everyone, and everyone felt a little more confident.

Li Zhixian said at this time: "I have heard about Wang Laowen Tao's military strategy for a long time. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to listen to this masterpiece?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. The poetry world of the Ming Dynasty was in a sluggish state and there was a lack of good works. Although seven sons came out to turn the tide, they could not change the decline. I wonder if one or two good works will be produced at this Qizhou Literary Fair. Everyone is very excited.

Looking forward to it.

Wang Rumei waved her hands repeatedly and sighed: "Since I became an official, I haven't written a poem for more than 20 years. My humble works when I was young are no longer ugly."

Since Wang Rumei said this, everyone no longer pressed for it. After all, there was a huge disparity in status between them.

"I have an old poem, and I would like you to correct it. The name of the poem is "Yue Temple Smoke Tree"

Walking around the ancestral hall and planting water in the wild, the ancient trees create a spiritual atmosphere.

The leaves are dark and hidden in rain, and the forest is quiet like clouds.

The slight shade lingers, and the distant situation is difficult to distinguish.

Leaves fall outside the west wind, leaving the sky at dusk. ”

Lu Shen spoke slowly, reciting it with great emotion, and everyone nodded. Although Lu Shen was only a student, the poem he wrote was indeed not bad, and it was much better than most people today.

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Wang Rumei stroked her beard and praised: "What a wonderful song, "Yue Temple Smoke Tree", fresh and elegant. It is a rare masterpiece in Baoding Prefecture."

Next, Dong Jiugong, Wu Zhiwang, and Li Zhixian each presented a poem, but they were far inferior to the level of "Smoke Tree in Yue Temple".

This man's morale among the Qizhou scholars soared, and he encouraged others with his poems about members of the army, which was particularly inspiring. The previous sluggishness was swept away.

After a round of rounds, they went to Qizhou again. This time it was Fu Ying who appeared. I only heard him say: "Not long ago, I was inspired by the Cihe River and composed a poem called "Cihe":

The vast long river reaches the horizon, and the shining rain is beginning to fall.

The green leaves reflect the colorful flowing red leaves, and the green mats are piled with white gulls lying on their backs.

The morning sun is warm and the gold liquid is flowing, and the evening breeze is cutting the jade flowers to float.

When will I go out in a small boat and wash my feet in the waves to hold the fishing hook?"

As soon as this poem came out, everyone applauded it. It is another masterpiece in the country.

Wang Rumei smiled even more happily, and he was very pleased to see that Qizhou's writing style was on the rise.

"I didn't expect that Qizhou's literary world had been dormant for two hundred years, but two talents were born all of a sudden. They are a blessing to Qizhou, and even more to me, Baoding. This poem is three points better than "Smoke Trees in Yue Temple" and can be considered

The annals of my Baoding Prefecture will be passed down to future generations."

Everyone was quite envious when they heard this, which greatly increased the pressure on other scholars in Yuzhou, Xi'an, and Baoding Prefecture. Especially the scholars in Yuzhou and Xi'an, they were the ones who took the lead in this cultural meeting. If they didn't win a victory, wouldn't it be a big disaster?

Losing face in both places?

Feng Congwu was very anxious when he saw that his companion's poems were so poor. Before that, he had devoted himself to learning. Apart from scientific examinations, he was just doing academic work. He was not very enthusiastic about poetry. Although he had written a lot of poems in his spare time, it was not enough to compete with him.

The whole audience.

If everyone composes poems on the spot, he is not afraid of anyone, but Wang Rumei does not impose restrictions, and can write both new and old poems. Although there is no bias, he did not expect that Qizhou students could not pass the examination, but he is very good at composing poems.

This makes me very passive.

After thinking about it for a long time, I accidentally came across a song. Seeing Sun Chengzong about to appear, Feng Congwu quickly stopped him and said, "Brother Zhisheng, please let me come back."

Sun Chengzong nodded, stepped back, and motioned for Feng Congwu to come forward first.

Feng Congwu said: "I have just listened to a few excellent works, and I have learned something from it occasionally. Please give me some advice! The poem is called "Reflections on Learning with Comrades and the Late Spring Chapter"."

Everyone was shocked, this was really poetry writing on the spot!

Although Lu Shen's "Smoke Tree" at the Yue Temple and Fu Ying's "Cihe" are rare masterpieces, they are old works and the result of repeated revisions. However, Feng Congwu composed the poem on the spot. No matter whether the poem is good or bad,

This eagerness is quite a bit like Cao Zijian.