"Trust me, this … are you sure there's no problem?"
"What's the problem?" Ouyang Xun paced back and forth in the room with his hands clasped behind his back. "Actually, I don't need to say anything. That kid should have already planned to go down the mountain. After all, it's such a big matter. At this time, those people must have their eyes on you. Moreover, if we deliberately let people spread the matter of us quarreling with Zhang Feng tonight, that would be the best. I believe that kid will certainly understand."
Xue Ji waved his hand and said, "I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about that street dance. That kind of thing, when I first saw it, I felt it was a little out of place, let alone the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet …"
"Hahaha, Brother Dengshan, you worry too much!"
Xue Ji laughed loudly and said, "Actually, to put it bluntly, this kid is hoping that the more this matter spreads, the safer he will be! “
In the end, this matter is the fault of those five families and seven clans. Zhang Feng just wants to tell the truth of the matter to the people. "
People in this era had a great desire for land.
In this era of agriculture, land resources were the foundation of people's livelihood. Because of this, Yu Shinan and others were so cautious at this time.
"Forget it, forget it. We've already said before that we'll leave the external affairs to him. This kid has a lot of tricks up his sleeves, so he shouldn't mess around. Even if he does, he should be fine with those guys protecting him."
Hearing this, several people secretly laughed a few times.
As Yu Shinan said.
They thought too much at this time.
They only needed to do the things of the Academy well.
After all, once the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet ended, it would be the big day of the opening of the Academy. This little mistake could not be made.
Thinking of the serious matter.
Several people could not help but return to normal again.
"Brother Boshi, I think that Ma Zhou, Hao Chujun and the others are talents. These little guys, in just a month, can be familiar with the so-called mathematics of Zhang Feng, and can even recite the Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius. There are not many such good seedlings. Brother Boshi, don't you want to find a disciple to inherit your mantle in the future?"
Although Ouyang Xun said this, at this time, his heart was already burning. However, Zhang Feng, this kid, acted too quickly and took a few people as disciples. At this time, it was somewhat inappropriate for him to ask for people.
Yu Shinan nodded, "That's true. That kid is indeed talented in the field of poetry and calligraphy. You guys probably don't know this yet, but that kid usually speaks without thinking. All of the poems he recites have been recorded by that kid called Ma Zhou. This old man was thinking about when we should ask him for it and compile it into a book. When the time comes, it can be counted as one of that kid's classics that will be handed down for generations."
At this point, Yu Shinan's expression froze. "The three of you, at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, this kid won't …"
"Should we now organize all the poems that he has made and use them at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet the day after tomorrow?"
Poetry Meet.
Not only did they have to write a few poems, but they also had to go through poetry evaluation, taste and guess the poems, as well as the acrostic poems and so on. They also had to compete with the young talents present. They had never seen such a thing before. Now that they had competed with others in poetry, they couldn't help but worry.
When Ouyang Xun heard this, he couldn't help but frown as he thought. He stared at the boiling tea pot and an idea came to him. "Do you still remember the sensational effect that kid's poems caused at the foot of the mountain?"
When he said this, Xue Ji and the others' eyes couldn't help but light up. "You mean to say that we should give out his poetry book?"
"Not at all! Wouldn't that be too sloppy? If that was the case, the Emperor wouldn't have been so stingy as to only pass out a few poems last time. "
"Old Man's meaning is that if we match his poems with corresponding paintings and let people spread them at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, wouldn't we be able to use the fame present to let this kid avoid some confrontation in other aspects? This kid has seen for himself that he doesn't know anything about ancient literature! "
"If he meets an opponent and interrogates him about ancient literature, then …"
Ancient literature was a general term for some of the rare ancient books that were passed down by the literati before the previous dynasty.
Although these things existed in large quantities in the world, they were also scattered everywhere. Basically, not everyone had the opportunity to learn some of these things.
For example, the ancient books that Zhang Feng had collected on the mountain.
Even they hadn't seen some of them before.
They were great scholars.
At any time, they hoped that more of their things could be passed down.
However, those aristocrats were trying their best to monopolize the industry of learning. They didn't just look down on Zhang Feng. In the eyes of those aristocrats, even they were just mediocre.
If they deliberately targeted Zhang Feng at this poetry meet, then this poetry meet wouldn't let Zhang Feng become a great scholar. It would be impossible for him to become famous!
However, if they could send out the poems that Zhang Feng had made before, then the significance would be very different.
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