MTL - Rise From the Humble-Chapter 71 Once bitten by a snake, I hear birds singing everywhere

  Chapter 71 Once bitten by a snake, I hear birds singing everywhere

The Ming Dynasty also paid great attention to infrastructure. It has the legacy of the Qin and Han Dynasties. Basically, all areas built a long pavilion every ten miles and a short pavilion every five miles, so that pedestrians have a place to rest. In ancient times, when traveling far away, relatives and friends also They are often sent here.

  There is only one long pavilion ten miles away, so people who rushed to the county town for a few miles around Tongzijian said goodbye here. More and more people gathered, and more and more students in green shirts and robes were carrying their bags. Uncle Zhu Shouren has long sleeves and is good at dancing, and he gets along with many students. Zhu Pingan didn't know anyone, not even the other four people who were guarded by his teacher. Of course, this also has something to do with Zhu Ping'an's age. The youngest of his students are all in their twenties. You are a thirteen-year-old kid with at least three generation gaps. Who would know you.

   Sending you off for thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye at the end. The neighbors and family members have left one after another. Only a dozen students with a radius of several miles are left in the ten-mile long pavilion, and there are also a few schoolboys of wealthy students.

   "Brother Wang has admired him for a long time. This time, Brother Wang must be named on the gold list."

   "Brother Zhao is lucky to meet you, and my younger brother congratulates Brother Zhao in advance for being named on the gold list."

   "Brother Zhu, it's been a long time. After passing the exam this time, you must have a drink with me."

  A dozen or so students were bragging about each other, and when they heard each other say that they had been admitted to high school on the gold list, they were as excited as if they had had a few drinks.

  Only Yu Zhu Ping'an was alone with his luggage on his back and was isolated outside. The corners of his mouth curled up watching them compliment each other.

"Hey, who is this little brother?" Somebody finally discovered Zhu Ping'an in the mutual flattery. What is a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy doing standing here? Could it be that someone brought him a book boy, but the clothes don't look like it , could not help asking curiously.

   "Oh, this is my little nephew. The old scholar Sun in Shanghe Village has five security guards and one of them is missing. He came to make up the number and gain experience." Uncle Zhu Shouren said lightly.

   "Oh, huh, long experience, it's very good."

When the students heard the words, they all laughed together, and didn't pay much attention to Zhu Ping'an. After all, he was just a kid who made up his mind, not a child prodigy. If it was a child prodigy, we were all Fangyuan How can people who are thousands of miles have not heard of it. Therefore, it must be just a kid who makes up the numbers, so why bother.

   More than a dozen students went to the county together with businessmen, so they could be companions on the way. A group of people were chatting and laughing in the ten-mile long pavilion, and it was very lively. Before leaving, someone suggested that before leaving, it is better to leave a poem in each of the ten-mile long pavilions, and it will be a good story after high school.

  The crowd was furious, and everyone was gearing up and splashing ink.

  The poems written are very ordinary. Anyway, Zhu Pingan didn't see who was outstanding, but every time someone finished writing, someone would comment on it pretentiously, which aroused applause.

   It's really boring, Zhu Pingan stood aside and watched coldly.

  Uncle Zhu Shouren also splashed ink with his sleeve in one hand, and his level is not much higher than these people, but he has a full posture. After writing, some people commented on it, and there were endless applause from all around.

   I guess it’s because they share the same taste, everyone is at this level, everyone at this level can appreciate it, that’s why they all applaud.

  Everyone left calligraphy treasures one after another, listening to the compliments from all around, they couldn't help but feel complacent, and gave birth to a feeling that I must pass the exam today, very satisfied.

   After a while, someone noticed Zhu Pingan, and teased in a joking tone, "There is still a child prodigy here, don't hide it aside, show us a hand too."

Then everyone found Zhu Pingan standing in a remote place. Seeing that Zhu Pingan was standing so far away, everyone thought that Zhu Pingan had no ink and couldn't write poems, so they hid aside in embarrassment. They laughed and booed Zhu Pingan Write one too.

  People have such bad tastes: You are unhappy, so tell me what you are unhappy to make me happy.

  Everyone believed that Zhu Ping'an had no ink in his chest, and made up the numbers with fake eyes. However, the more this happened, the more everyone wanted to see Zhu Ping'an make a fool of himself.

  So, everyone was very enthusiastic, and some even took Zhu Pingan to the table where the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed, relying on their stature.

   Surrounded by students who were like chicken blood.

   "I, I can't write poetry."

  Everyone was so excited, Zhu Pingan also wanted to cooperate, and his face was full of embarrassing smiles.

  When Zhu Pingan said that he can't write poems, everyone was even more excited. It's great that he can't write poems. Come on and make us happy.

   "Little friend, don't be modest, write quickly."

  The crowd was so angry that it was difficult to turn down the hospitality, so Zhu Pingan had no choice but to grieve and grab the brush with one hand.

  This is how to hold the writing brush. How is it like holding chopsticks? It’s too high. The onlookers whispered, and then giggled in a low voice.

  Amidst the laughter, Zhu Ping'an became even more embarrassed, and hurriedly corrected the posture of holding the brush.

  Amidst the crowd laughing in low voices, Zhu Pingan dropped the first sentence.

   "Once bitten by a snake"

  When everyone saw this, they paused their laughter slightly. What is this? Isn’t it a common saying that everyone once was bitten by a snake? He also used it as a poem, let’s see what his next sentence is.

   Before keeping everyone waiting for too long, Zhu Pingan made another sentence.

   "Smell birds singing everywhere"

  As soon as this sentence came out, many people couldn't help laughing, what the hell, playing the piano randomly, this kid has never been to school, so he probably used everything he knew to deal with it.

  Amidst the laughter, Zhu Pingan continued to write.

   "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets go up to the blue sky."

  After finishing writing, Zhu Pingan looked at his masterpiece, and pretended to be waiting for everyone's comments and compliments, as if he was very satisfied with his random poems.

   Once bitten by a snake, I hear birds singing everywhere.

  Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a group of egrets grow in the blue sky.

  The onlookers looked at Zhu Pingan's messy poems and Zhu Pingan's silly appearance waiting for everyone's praise, and they couldn't bear it any longer.

   You are here to be funny!

  The whole poem sounds like a rhyme, but the first sentence is a five-character ancient poem, and the second sentence has become a Cipai. Moreover, except for the Changting Pavilion and the vernacular that everyone can speak by the side of the ancient road, the rest of the poem is pieced together from other poets. Once bitten by a snake is a common saying, and the phrase "I heard birds singing everywhere" comes from Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" in the Tang Dynasty, and the phrase "a group of egrets go up to the blue sky" comes from Du Fu's "Quatrains" in the Tang Dynasty.

   "It's really degrading"

   "The words don't make sense, but the poems are completely nonsense"

   "I'm really ignorant."

Everyone was laughing so hard, whose stupid boy is this? It’s too much for us to feel like we’re out of class. This level is just making up numbers, so is Mr. Sun. The old eyes are dizzy, so send this guy to make up the numbers. Uncle Zhu Shouren stayed far away from Zhu Ping'an silently, lest everyone would think of his relationship with Zhu Ping'an.

  Especially what made everyone feel funny was that the silly boy was watching everyone laughing and laughing together.

  People are stupid because they don’t know it

  At this moment, everyone thought of going with Zhu Ping'an.

   (This is the first time a new book has been recommended, and I hope that all book lovers will support it, collect more and recommend more, and there is a reason to continue recommending.)

  (end of this chapter)