“This is not a poem at all ……The neighbouring Dongweng is still better than Scholar Lang!”
After reading the second poem written by Zhu Pingan, some Hanlin officials felt bad and shook their heads with a sigh, thinking that Zhu Pingan’s poem had simply lowered the overall standard of the Hanlin Academy.
The other officials also looked sideways, somewhat unable to appreciate Zhu Pingan’s saucy masterpiece.
Just as a hush fell over the crowd, a very discordant stomach’s gurgle was heard coming out from the crowd’s figure.
Gu ……Thud ……
Who?
The crowd turned their heads to follow the track of the sound to explore, and then they found a thirty-something year old Hanlin official looking at the crowd with a slightly embarrassed and slightly red face.
“Ahem, I’m sorry gentlemen, that, I forgot to eat at noon when I was fixing the history book, and I got a little hungry looking at these two poems written by Lord Zhu ……”The thirty-something year old Hanlin official covered his stomach with one hand and pointed to the masterpiece under Zhu Pingan’s pen with the other hand, explaining with some embarrassment.
Looking hungry?
This Hanlin official said is the truth, he recently responsible for repairing the history of the Song Dynasty, the morning repair to the section of the Jingkang shame when the mind sinks into it is difficult to extricate themselves from, feel the vast China fell into foreign iron hooves playthings, suddenly did not have the slightest appetite, sitting there half a day to stay.
However, at this time to see Zhu Pingan’s first poem, he had an appetite, until the second poem he had some control over his internal organs for what bamboo shoots stewed pork ah what fish head crab and stewed chicken coveted, to the end of that a coo ……Thud ……God knows how long he held back or did not hold back.
Although there was this little episode of the stomach growling, the Hanlin officials did not change their minds much about Zhu Pingan’s poetry.
Regarding the gazes of the crowd, Zhu Pingan had already anticipated it, but did not take it seriously. Poetry and song is a joke, moreover, Jiajing Emperor passed a note request is to have an appetite for poetry, alone this has an appetite for poetry, these words with a strong sense of unorthodox, serious poetry and song of the object to say, through the scenery, who give you to promote appetite ah!
So, it’s good to have an appetite. What do you care about the literary style and elegance.
“In fact, I used to have some other jokes, but they were not poems, so I’ll take them as a way to make Your Majesty laugh, oh. And of course it’s also very dainty.”
Zhu Pingan in a sigh of relief in a calm, unaffected, the words of a smile will be the brush back in the ink stone again dipped in thick ink, a line of calligraphy can be called everyone’s font will emerge in the rice paper, a stroke is a treasure in the art of ……But what is the content of this writing ah!
“Yu Ruoxi wanders the sea of sweet and sour fish.
“Jun Ruoxi soars in the sky with spicy shark’s fins.
One afternoon
The gentleman is on the surface of the water and asks Yu, “I say:
“Which is more delicious?
Which is the better meal ”
What are these ah. My eyes are blind, this is more than a joke ah, I feel that our own jokes are hundreds of times more serious than this!
However, it seems, like, it does make people want to have a sweet and sour fish and nibble on a spicy shark’s fin after reading it.
Goo ……Dang ……
I don’t need to look at it to know that it was that Hanlin who didn’t have lunch whose stomach was growling again, must be hungry from the sweet and sour fish and spicy wings again.
Indeed, Zhu Pingan’s poem was not overly literary, but it was full of appetite.
This piece of food pie poetry was also a poem selected by Zhu Pingan from that Henan senior high school foodie junior poet on the internet, “I am the sweet and sour fish that roams freely in the sea, and you are the spicy shark’s fin root that soars recklessly in the sky. Later that afternoon, you flew to the surface of the water and asked me, ‘Between you and me, who, exactly, is the better undercooked?'”
Of course Zhu Pingan verbalised the poem, after all, the vernacular language is prevalent in modern times, but in Daming the vernacular language does not work, and it is still important to follow the customs of the countryside.
Huang Jin collected all the poems of everyone present, and placed Zhu Pingan’s poem at the end, and then without stopping for a moment, he took these poems to the West Garden. Huang Jin could not wait for Emperor Jiajing to see these poems. He thought that His Holiness would definitely have a good appetite after reading them.
After Huang Jin left, Zhu Pingan didn’t take the few poems he wrote seriously anymore, although he had an appetite when he read these food pie poems in modern times, there was no guarantee that Emperor Jiajing would like them.
So. After writing it, Zhu Pingan treated it as if it had never happened, and returned to the bookstore where he was working to slowly start organising the books.
Organising books, Zhu Pingan has an advantage that others can hardly reach, that is, super strong memory, although Zhu Pingan is not unforgettable. But also almost less, after reading it, nine times out of ten can remember it. Zhu Pingan temporarily emptied the first bookshelf and then wrote a note and stuck it on the bookshelf.
Zhu Pingan had already written a number of delicate notes, which were just like the shelf labels in modern libraries, but instead of pinyin and numbers, they were categorised by the classics, history, and the collection of books, as well as by Hongwu Zhengyun.
Zhu Ping An decided to rearrange the books on the first and first floors in the manner of a modern library, of course this was a task of great magnitude, but with Zhu Ping An’s superb memory, it wouldn’t take too long to complete it, and of course it wouldn’t be too short.
After vacating the first bookshelf, Zhu Pingan began to flick through the vast sea of books in front of the shelves on the ground floor, putting every book he saw back on an empty space in the order of the scriptures, histories, and sonographies in the Hongwu Zhengyun.
Zhu Pingan’s speed in reading books was very fast
In the words of Old Li, who was sweeping the floor at the side, Zhu Ping An’s speed of reading books was like moving books.
In the eyes of the old Li Zhu Pingan is this way to read books, standing in front of the bookshelf will be a book one by one turn over once, each book can not be used for a few seconds, after reading Zhu Pingan began to move out of the book, a book and a book. Look at random, but each book put in a different position, soon a shelf of books to move finished.
Except for five books that were placed by Zhu Pingan on the first bookshelf, the rest were placed on the empty space.
After Zhu Pingan emptied the second bookshelf, he went to a written label and stuck it on the second bookshelf, then took seven more books from the empty space and lined them up on this bookshelf.
Once that was done, Zhu Pingan paced to the third bookshelf, then in less than ten minutes he finished this shelf under Old Li’s shocked gaze, then it was time to move the books, each book was repositioned according to a pattern, and several more books were placed on the first and second shelves.
After the third bookshelf was emptied, Zhu Pingan put another label on this bookshelf, and nearly ten more books were placed on this bookshelf.
After Zhu Pingan had sorted out the five bookshelves, he moved his sore hands, then shook his neck again, poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a book of interest, and sat down in his seat to read while making tea, as if he was taking a break
