Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

I'm so angry! Wang Zi'an? Isn't this the great poet Wang Bo?

My goodness, I actually met him here? Yes, Wang Bo is from the Wang family of Taiyuan. Although he was born in Longmen, Jiangzhou, it is not ruled out that he will return to Jinyang County during the New Year and other holidays.

Song Zhen squatted down and tried to keep himself amiable.

"Zi'an, do you want to learn?"

"Yes."

"If you want to learn Cuju, I can teach you. But I want to ask you a question, do you know how to practice it well?"

"I don't know."

"The first thing is to learn to swim."

The seven-year-old Wang Bo tilted his head and frowned in confusion. Swimming? What is swimming?

"It means that people swim around in the water like fish. This is called swimming."

"I see, young man, are you talking about water sex?"

Uh... I don't know if swimming was called this in the Tang Dynasty, but I think you are right.

The Tang Dynasty really called it that. For details, please refer to Li Jiao's poem: "The Liang geese startled by the water, and the Chu chickens were heard in the wind."

Little Wang Bo thought for a long time, but he didn't know what Song Zhen meant.

"I'll tell you later." Song Zhen kept it a secret, and then followed Di Renjie and the others.

Di Renjie greeted the Taiyuan Wang family members in a friendly way, but the other party just snorted and ignored them.

It can be seen that he is not so popular in the Taiyuan Wang family.

Song Zhen couldn't help but frown. He naturally knew the reason. If it was someone else, it would be fine, but that was Di Renjie.

A middle-aged man came towards him, and Wang Muzhi called him sweetly.

Di Renjie bowed very politely and called, "Hello, father-in-law."

Wang Zhe was originally smiling, but when he saw Di Renjie, his face immediately turned black.

However, he was well-educated. He noticed a young man he had never seen before and asked kindly, "Mu Zhi, who is this?"

"Replying to my father-in-law, this young man is my husband's colleague, Song Zhen, whose courtesy name is Shouzheng."

[During the Qin and Han dynasties, "husband" referred to the king and friends. 】

Song Zhen smiled slightly and saluted with his arms crossed: "Greetings, old man."

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Wang Zhe couldn't get angry. He always reminded himself in his heart that he was a well-educated person.

But facing Di Renjie, who had left his daughter and worked as an official for several years, he couldn't keep his mind.

"Anyone who comes is a guest, welcome." Wang Zhe led the way in front and came to a hall.

Seeing Wang Zhe's arrival, everyone in the hall hurriedly stood up. It can be seen that Wang Zhe's status is quite high.

The Taiyuan Wang family still has a system of sharing food, just like in the Qin and Han dynasties.

Maybe it's because of their large family and business, and it's not easy for dozens of people to eat around one table.

"Everyone, raise your glasses!"

Song Zhen saw that everyone else stood up. He didn't know what it meant, so he quickly stood up with the crowd.

More than 80 people in the hall clinked their glasses in the air and then drank them all. This scene was really spectacular.

After sitting down, the old man in the main seat shouted.

"As a routine, write a poem! If you don't have an article, you can't eat."

Song Zhen was dumbfounded. Isn't it that you Taiyuan Wang family are so perverted?

If you can't write a poem, you won't give people a meal?

Song Zhen looked at Di Renjie worriedly. Fortunately, those who were married sat at the same table. In other words, if Wang Muzhi could write a poem, he could get a meal.

It's over. What the hell is this? Whoever is uneducated will be embarrassed.

Wu Yuzi, no wonder Taiyuan Wang family has produced so many poets, it turns out to be related to this family style.

Asking you to improvise a poem for dinner every day, and not to eat if you can't, isn't this more terrifying than the game played at Hengshui Middle School?

At this time, a tall and thin young man thought for a long time, then stood up and recited loudly.

"A thousand cups of wine are poured out, and fish swim thousands of miles in the tide. I wonder if the geese flying south are looking at the bridge to the north."

"Pa pa pa--good poem!" Song Zhen clapped his hands excitedly, and everyone looked at him.

Song Zhen was not embarrassed at all, and his sincere smile touched the poet.

If the distance was not a little far, he would have wanted to run up and shout "confidant".

"Next one."

"One morning, the blue sails are far away, and one night, the white-headed mountains. The snow dyes thousands of miles, and the sun rises and the clothes are cold."

Pa pa pa--

Fuck, here they come again! This guy!

It was just a daily dinner, but Song Zhen made it like a commendation meeting.

However, the members of the Wang family in Taiyuan are well-educated people. Although they have opinions in their hearts, they will not express them.

One word, endure!

After enduring for a while, I suddenly got used to it and even clapped along with Song Zhen.

Then...

Song Zhen stopped clapping, so you guys can continue.

People all hope to get others' approval.Praise and recognition, it must be said, are quite useful for people who recite poems.

Therefore, everyone who has recited a poem will applaud the person behind them after sitting down.

"Hey, I am correcting the atmosphere for you. Let everyone enjoy it, instead of just handing in homework like being in prison."

Let poetry writing become a happy thing from now on!

In the past, dinner poetry gatherings were mostly dull.

Today, with the participation of Song Zhen, the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.

Wang Zhe narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Zhen, pursed his lips, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, it was Di Renjie's table, and Wang Muzhi recited a poem. He blushed and knelt and felt uncomfortable.

However, Wang Zhe didn't intend to let him go this time.

"Huaiying, where is your poem?"

"I..."

Seeing this, Song Zhen stood up directly.

"Old man, according to the rules of the game, it should be my turn, right?"

Wang Zhe looked at him teasingly: "Why? You want to write a poem for him?"

Song Zhen smiled and shook his head: "No, I think everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. With Di Gong's talent, if he wasted his talent on poetry, wouldn't it be a waste of talent?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Zhe frowned, "If a scholar doesn't even understand simple poetry and songs, is he still a scholar?"

Song Zhen stood up and refuted directly, but he stumbled and almost embarrassed himself.

Damn, I'm not used to kneeling, my feet are numb.

He steadied himself and asked, "Father, let me ask you, why do people study?"

A young man stood up and answered without thinking, "Of course, studying is for success and fame, and leaving a name for eternity."

"Wrong!"

Song Zhen opened the fan inserted in his waist with a snap, fanned his chest, and took two more steps, full of style.

"There are many meanings of reading. It can be reading for knowledge, for peace of mind, for uprightness, for self-improvement, for enlightenment, for the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty..."

"But if you just say that it is only for fame and fortune, to leave a name for eternity, to show off your three-inch writing, isn't it too one-sided?"

"Throughout the ages, how many upright people have studied for decades. However, how many people's names are written in history books now?"

"The opinions of later generations will be evaluated by later generations."

Song Zhen paused, he put away the fan with a snap, and he shouted loudly.

"Establish a mind for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, inherit the unique knowledge of the past sages, and open peace for all generations."

"This is our mission!"

"It is also the lifelong pursuit of us scholars."

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