In the restless crowd, Xia Shang's clothes were grabbed by a white and tender little hand, but Yazhi's people could not see it.
There were too many people, and I didn't know who the fairy girl was, who could attract so many people to watch.
The literati, who were rarely seen on weekdays, gathered from all directions like crows that found food.
News came from the front that there was no limit to the questions for the entrance test, as long as you could prove that you had real knowledge.
Or you could pay two hundred taels for the entrance fee.
It was not difficult for Xia Shang to prove his talent, and he lined up calmly.
Not long after, there was a commotion behind him.
"Let go... let go..."
"Where did you get this idiot! You want to cut in line?"
"Go away, stop talking nonsense."
A fat hand appeared, holding a silver ingot and stuffed it into the complaining scholar behind Xia Shang. Then, a little fat man came over. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed magnificently. The gold ingot pattern on his gown was shining. He looked very rich, especially the two or three jin gold pig on his chest, which really blinded Xia Shang's titanium dog eyes.
"Brother, cut in line."
The fat man rushed to Xia Shang and stood in front of him, then gave him another ingot of silver.
Twenty taels!
Xia Shang had no objection and silently put the silver in his arms. Anyway, he didn't care about one more person.
The people in front seemed to have noticed the little fat man and were happy to let him cut in line. They were about to take the money, but they didn't expect the little fat man to stop moving forward.
This time, the people in front were not happy and said sour words.
"You are so rich, I am ashamed to be associated with you!"
"That's right! Since you are willing to spend money, why don't you enter directly with two hundred silvers?"
"I am afraid you want to get some fame among the literati like us. You will never achieve anything if you just try to take advantage of the situation."
"Is this kind of person worthy of meeting Miss Xian'er?"
"It is better to go back and cut a few pounds of fat as soon as possible."
The little fat man had a good mentality and ignored those people at all. He just looked around in front of him.
Although there were many people in line, the examination was very fast. Xia Shang arrived at the door of Yichunyuan soon.
This Yichunyuan is worthy of being the first building in Yangzhou. It is five stories high and there is another world inside the building. There are beautiful girls in the windows of each floor, smiling and waving handkerchiefs downstairs. With the support of the red silk and flower lines all over the building, the guests downstairs are so obsessed that they want to break through the wall.
"I came from the east of the city, and met you in the building, just for the fairy, with a clean sleeve."
Someone's poem came from the front, and the girl who was being tested shook her head: "No."
"Hey! Why can't I pass? Do you know who I am? My poems..."
"You are clean-handed and still want a girl? Yichunyuan will not do a losing business! Get out of here!" The previous fat man took the opportunity to ridicule, making the people around him laugh.
"Fatty, you think you are great just because you have a few stinky money? I want to hear what you can do."
The fat man shook the pig card on his body: "Listen carefully!"
Walking up to the girl who was being tested, clearing his throat, the fat man said:
"I am the little gold bucket of the pig family, only sixteen years old, but I don't have much money. My family has 30,000 hectares of fertile land, and a million gold as a kang."
"Puff!"
I don't know how many people laughed, and the scholar who was ridiculed before laughed even more happily.
"What kind of thing is this? It can be called a poem? It really makes us laugh!"
"Ahem!" The girl who was testing coughed twice, "Please come in, sir."
"In...in, in?" The scholar was confused, "Hey! Are you guys mistaken?! He can come in like this? Why can't I?"
The girl said to the scholar expressionlessly, "No need to explain."
Turning to the fat boy, her face was as bright as spring, and her lips were coquettish, "Sir, please name yourself on the name tag."
Each scholar who enters will have a name tag, and they need to write their own inscriptions so that they can arrange a seat in the building and make it easier for Miss Xian'er to recognize them.
The little fat man patted his belly, wrote the three words "Zhu Jindou" on the name tag crookedly, turned around and raised his middle finger to the scholar: "So what if you can write poems? But you have no money. So what if you can shout? But you have no money! Poor, just stare here, I'm going to meet Miss Xian'er!"
The scholar's face turned green with anger. He wanted to refute but found that everyone had already entered the building.
Xia Shang laughed for a while, thinking that this fat man really has some talent for poetry and has the potential to be a master of pretense.
While talking, it was his turn.
Yazhi squeezed out of the crowd and looked at Xia Shang expectantly, fearing that the young master would make trouble, and wished she could write a poem herself.
Xia Shang didn't say anything. He borrowed the brush that the little fat man had dropped before, picked up the pen and wrote on the paper, and wrote the poem in an instant.
This hand of splashing ink with the brush as one shocked everyone, and the handwriting on the paper was like a dragon, and it was natural. The key is that Xia Shang seemed to be careless, and it was unclear where to start and what to sign.
This must be done by a calligrapher with considerable experience.
Since he is a calligrapher, he must have real skills.
The girl who was taking the test was still in a daze, but Xia Shang knocked on the table in a cool way: "Girl, give me the name tag."
The girl was a little confused, and before she could see what Xia Shang wrote, she had already handed the name tag to Xia Shang. Xia Shang danced with ink again, and finally dropped the brush and took Yazhi straight into the building. No one stopped him on the way.
Xia Shang's momentum shocked everyone. As soon as he left, people immediately gathered around to see.
"Who is this boy?"
I saw the name tag - "Xia Chunqiu".
What a bold name! He is definitely not an ordinary person. I wonder what sentence he wrote when he picked up the pen?
"Uh..."
When they saw the words on the table, everyone felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to describe it for a while.
After the work was done, he left, hiding his merits and fame.
The key is that there is an inscription at the end - I don't know what it means.
…
"Master, what sentence did you write before? Yazhi didn't even see it clearly!"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Shh, I'll tell you secretly, I wrote 'Sister, you are so beautiful.'"
"Pfft… Master, you are talking nonsense, it's definitely not true."
As he spoke, he walked a few steps, and a girl in green came up to him: "Xia Chunqiu, Mr. Xia, right?"
Xia Shang bowed: "Yes."
"Please come this way. We have prepared wine and food for you. I dare to ask one more question. Your name is so unique. I wonder what it means?"
"Dong Sheng Xia's surname Chunqiu means that I can travel in all four seasons."
"Mr. Great Scholar! I am polite."
The girl in green was elegantly dressed, well-spoken, and well-mannered. It was obvious that she was not an ordinary prostitute. Under her guidance, Xia Shang sat down at a table, and Yazhi stood behind him.
Coincidentally, on Xia Shang's left was the fat guy who had come in earlier. There was already a pile of chicken bones in front of him, and his mouth was full of oil.
Seeing Xia Shang, the fat guy was also surprised. He waved at Xia Shang while gnawing on the chicken head: "Hey! You came in too? It seems that you have some skills. How about we make a deal?"
While talking, the fat guy had already arrived in front of Xia Shang.
Xia Shang thought the fat guy was interesting, so he asked curiously: "How do we trade?"
The fat guy wiped his mouth randomly, and looked at Xia Shang with his fat hands behind his back: "I think you look so-so. If you want Miss Xian'er to like you... Tsk... I'm afraid it's unlikely. Although this young master is handsome and talented, it's a pity that I lack some literary skills. If there is a poetry competition later, I will give you money, how about you write a poem for me?"