Rise From the Humble

Today is the Deer Ming Banquet, a banquet that emphasizes talents in the Ming Dynasty.

After ten years of being cold and no one asked, he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop. Having won the exam, they are famous and proud, and a bright future is at hand. New candidates are full of ambition and elation.

The banquet was of a very high standard, and the ingredients were luxurious and exquisite. It is said that one of the dishes called "Honey Pickled Sauce" took hundreds of days; Only half a pound of essential meat; there are as many as 58 hot and cold dishes, desserts and soups

Play the drum, harp, and sheng, and sing "The Deer Ming."

Looking at the table full of extravagant delicacies and listening to the festive music of deer chirping in his ears, Zhu Ping'an had no appetite at all. The scenes in the alley yesterday afternoon were replayed in front of him: the dying, begging, and helpless ones. eyes

The others were in high spirits, drinking and composing poems, eating well and socializing. Only Zhu Pingan, who was holding his chopsticks, barely took a bite.

Zhu Ping'an was known as a "rice bucket" during the exam. In front of such a sumptuous feast of wine and delicacies, he didn't move a single chopstick. This was so abnormal that some people thought that Zhu Ping'an was ranked last because he came in last. I was too ashamed to eat. For example, Guo Ziyu, who is full of envy, jealousy and hatred for Zhu Pingan, thinks so.

This time, seats were allocated according to ranking at the Deer Ming Banquet. Zhu Ping'an and the other ten final members sat at the edge table.

Guo Ziyu sat at a table in front of Zhu Pingan. Although they were adjacent to each other, they were in a higher level. At this moment, seeing Zhu Pingan, who used to have a very good appetite, not moving a single chopstick, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority in his heart: You are trying in the hospital. So what if he is the head of the case, what if he is favored by a third-grade official. Not behind me yet! child prodigy? It was just Fang Zhongyong who had better luck.

"Little brother Zhu Xian, even though you are at the bottom of the list, why should you care? You were elected at the age of thirteen. Apart from the famous Mr. Yang Ge, who else can compare with you."

"That's right. You are different from us. We are the cicadas of late autumn. You are so young and you will definitely have a lot of potential in the future."

"That's right, now the entire Yingtian City knows that our Ming Dynasty has produced another thirteen-year-old scholar."

The people at the bottom of the list who were sitting at the same table with Zhu Pingan saw that Zhu Pingan could not move his chopsticks in front of the fine wine and food, and thought that Zhu Pingan was concerned about the last person, so the people at the same table comforted Zhu Pingan.

Hearing the relief from several people at the same table, Zhu Ping'an felt dumbfounded.

"Thank you dear friends for your concern. I am very satisfied to be able to win the exam. Maybe I caught a cold last night and am a little unwell. My dear friends, please use it slowly and don't let down today's grand event." Zhu Ping'an expressed his gratitude to all the candidates present and said nothing. No discomfort, let everyone enjoy it slowly.

After hearing Zhu Ping'an's explanation, everyone was relieved. Thinking about it, they won the exam at the age of thirteen. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?

As a result, everyone at the table mingled with each other and chatted freely, feeling as if they were full of words and filthy words.

The Deer Ming Banquet is a literary feast. Of course, text singing is indispensable.

During the banquet, everyone here also played some word games to add to the fun, such as couplets and the like, and those who could write eight-part essays well. These are just minor obstacles. Although Zhu Pingan has no appetite, he will not ruin everyone's interest at this time. When it's his turn, he always follows up smoothly. It flows smoothly but there is nothing deliberately brilliant about it.

Everyone is enjoying themselves.

When the banquet was in full swing, the sound of cheers came. It turned out that Cao Jieyuan, who was sitting at the top table, wrote a poem, which was praised by all the examiners and the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture.

The top table was full of big shots at the banquet, including the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture and other officials, Mr. Zhao, the academic advisor of Nanzhili, the two examiners, and then the top three in this Nanzhili Township Examination.

This table is the focus of this banquet and has great influence. Soon, this poem was passed to the people at several tables nearby. After reading it, they couldn't help but burst into cheers.

"bamboo"

The bamboos grow in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.

No one appreciates high integrity, only one has one's own chastity.

The shame stained the Xiang concubine's tears, and she entered the palace harp in shame.

Whoever makes a flute should sing the dragon's tune.

Someone with good intentions copied several copies, and one copy reached Zhu Ping'an's table. A dear friend next to him read it in a melodious tone, which attracted everyone's praise.

It's just that after Zhu Pingan listened, he was a little disapproving. Of course, the poem was excellent, both allusive and emotional. He used bamboo to describe himself, showing that he was pure, clean, noble and elegant, but he had not met Bole. He looked dissatisfied. He is ashamed to bow to the rich and powerful bureaucrats, does not want to be contaminated by the trend of luxury, and has a very high character with lofty ambitions.

However, in your twenty-fifth year, you accepted Zhao Tongzhi's plan to seize your son-in-law. Where will you place your wife and children at home? ! How dare you say that you would rather break than bend!

"What do you think, Brother Zhu Xian? He seems to have disdain on his face?"

A malicious inquiry came from the table next to him. Zhu Ping'an looked up and saw Guo Ziyu looking at him teasingly.

This question attracted the attention of everyone around him. Everyone thinks that Cao Jieyuan's poems are good, but some people are disdainful at this time. Can you not pay attention? After paying attention, you found that he was the person at the bottom of the last table, and he was also the youngest person present. He couldn't help but become more interested.

"Jie Yuan is a great talent with excellent poems. I am just ashamed of myself." Zhu Ping'an smiled self-deprecatingly and understated the unfavorable situation brought by Guo Ziyu.

As soon as the words were said, everyone was relieved and smiled in understanding. Guo Ziyu was unwilling, but he did not continue to have attacks and waited for a better opportunity.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Sure enough, Guo Ziyu soon found an opportunity.

Because Cao Jieyuan's "Bamboo" is very well written, so the big names at the top table have a good mood, let all the newcomers present here take the three friends of Suihan as the theme, choose one of them to write a poem, and have fun together .

This kind of opportunity is a good time to make a name for yourself. If you make a name for yourself here, it will soon spread throughout Southern Zhili. The benefits are self-evident, so all the new recruits tried their best to show off.

Guo Ziyu quickly wrote "Ode to Bamboo", and then turned his attention to Zhu Ping'an, and then became a little excited, because Zhu Ping'an hadn't started writing for a long time, and his face was full of melancholy. Poetry is easy to write, but good poetry is hard to find. Looking at the melancholy on his face, even if he could write it down, it would definitely not be much better!

That's right, Zhu Pingan has no intention of writing at all.

It feels very ironic to see the future leaders of the Ming Dynasty sitting here, pondering over poems and struggling to choose words and sentences.

Poetry?

What does Taibai have to do in this world!

What more people in this world need is not poetry and writing, nor is it a high-spirited integrity that would rather bend than bend rather than the powerful. What they are dying need is food, what they need is clothing, and what they need is a house that shelters them from wind and rain. In fact, what they need is very little, just two words, food and clothing. Such a simple request is extremely difficult.