"Okay, good ambition!"

"I appreciate you!" The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile to Huang Tinghui.

"Get a pen and paper for me!" the old man said to a scholar next to him.

"Yes, Mr. Xu!"

After the scholar heard what his father-in-law said, he quickly got pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Thank you, sir!" Huang Tinghui said to his father-in-law.

"no need to thank me!"

"I'm just doing it for the poor people in the world, and I also want to see if you have any real talent or learning."

The old man waved his hand and said to Huang Tinghui.

"I have never heard of Du Fu, but the momentum of "Wang Yue" is beyond my reach!"

"I want to see if there will be another poem similar to "Wang Yue"."

After saying this, the father-in-law signaled to Huang Tinghui and told him that he could take action.

Huang Tinghui nodded and wrote a few words on the white paper.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted.

"It's sad that Kyushu is angry because of wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silent."

The tip of the pen touched the white paper, and with just a few words, everyone already felt that this poem was extraordinary.

mad!

Arrogant!

The meaning of the poem can be more or less understood by the scholars present.

They felt Huang Tinghui's helplessness and anger from the poems.

Only the huge force like a thunderous explosion can make the land of China full of vitality.

However, the people of both the government and the public remained silent about the plight of the poor scholars, which is ultimately a tragedy.

This statement more or less expresses Huang Tinghui's inner emotional fluctuations.

It has been more than a hundred years since the founding of the Great Sheng Dynasty. The old customs and bad habits that have imprisoned the entire nation and the entire country have bound the entire country like shackles.

A silent sense of depression came over my face.

It makes people breathless.

Especially those from poor families, all of them felt the same way.

Although taking the imperial examination gave them a way to achieve class leap.

But a poor family is a poor family!

Compared with the resources at the disposal of wealthy families, their opportunities to achieve class leap are pitiful.

Poor family!

Throughout the entire Da Sheng Dynasty, except for the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

How many truly poor families have jumped over the dragon gate, and how many poor families have changed their destiny?

Therefore, the emotions revealed in the poem only make people feel extremely depressed.

It also filled the poor scholars with resentment.

"That's right, Mr. Huang Xiaolang. I have never obeyed anyone in my life. Just based on your poem, I can say that you can get into Luyang Academy!"

"That's right, the wealthy families have already obtained countless resources and countless ways to rise. Why don't they give us poor people some way out?"

"There are many talented people among my humble family. Now that Huang Xiaolangjun has written poems and essays, who else doubts that "Wang Yue" was not written by him?"

The voices supporting Huang Tinghui became louder. They were all scholars from poor families, and they all wanted to advance through the imperial examinations and gain opportunities to transcend class.

Because of some groundless suspicions, he slandered the poor people.

Other poor men also refused.

With the support of all the poor scholars, Huang Tinghui wrote the last two sentences in letter.

"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind."

The meaning of these two sentences is more concise and more shocking.

The meaning is very simple: I advise the Emperor of Heaven to regain his spirit and not stick to certain standards and send down more people.

Recruit talents in an eclectic way!

Doesn’t it mean to give a way out for the poor people? There are many talented people among the poor people?

Seeing this sentence, the crowd suddenly became excited.

"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind to you!"

"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind to you!"

"You are right, you are right, Mr. Huang Xiaolang, you are right!"

"Nowadays, the world is difficult, the court is dark and unclear, there are incompetent people controlling the court, pirates are in danger, and Xianggong Zhang alone is unable to support him. At this time, we need this kind of eclectic talent."

Seeing this sentence, an older scholar said extremely excitedly.

This person had participated in several public examinations, but was rejected many times.

At present, he is still a scholar, and of course he hopes that the superiors will be able to demote talents in an eclectic way, so that he can have the opportunity to display his talents.

"It's sad that Kyushu is angry because of wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silent."

"I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind."

"Good poem, good poem. Huang Xiaolangjun is a great talent. He deserves to be a great talent who wrote such a magnificent poem as "Wang Yue"!"

"If such great talents do not enter Luyang Academy, it will be Luyang Academy's loss."

Not only the old scholar, but other scholars also spoke in support.

If a piece of "Looking at the Mountains" may have been plagiarized, what about this poem?

Or plagiarism?

Naturally, everyone wouldn’t think so?

"No wonder Old Man Li insists on enrolling you in Luyang Academy. Judging from your talent in poetry, you can get into not only Luyang Academy, but also any academy in China, Huang Xiaolangjun!"

"Xu Wei said it!" The old man who said this glanced at everyone present.

He seemed to be saying this to Huang Tinghui, but in fact he was reprimanding everyone who made trouble for Huang Tinghui.

"In front of it is 'Hui Deng Jue Ding, a panoramic view of the mountains and small mountains'."

"Later there is 'I urge God to be more energetic and send talents of any kind.'"

"In my opinion, Mr. Huang Xiaolang, you are a talent sent down from heaven."

"With such a talented person, if I make things difficult for Xu Wei, wouldn't I offend God?"

"I bet you don't have any opinions, right? Or do you think Huang Xiaolangjun copied this poem?"

Hearing Xu Wei's words, the second-generation ancestors were choked to the point of being speechless.

One article can be said to be copied.

What about two articles?

If so, how many more articles can Huang Tinghui come up with?

For a while, they could only remain silent.

At this time, Huang Tinghui touched his head in embarrassment.

He said to Xu Wei, "Sir, this poem is indeed not written by Ting Hui."

Hearing what Huang Tinghui said, the old man was also stunned. He then asked: "If it wasn't you, could it be that it was written by that poet Du Fu?"

Xu Wei said angrily.

"That's not true. This poem is called Ji Hai Za Shi, and it was written by the great poet Gong Zizhen."

After saying that, Huang Tinghui picked up the writing brush and wrote the words "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" and "Gong Zizhen" on the white paper.

"You kid!" Seeing Huang Tinghui write these words on the white paper, Xu Wei felt dumbfounded.

Naturally, he absolutely refused to believe that this poem was not written by Huang Tinghui.

As for the other second-generation ancestors who made things difficult for Huang Tinghui, their faces became ashen.

In their view, the poems they wrote must be said not to be written by them.

Isn't this just a slap in the face?

How could those second-generation ancestors be happy?

This bridge is finally settled.

Faced with this situation, Huang Tinghui was helpless!

I told you that I didn't write it myself.

"Mr. Gong, Mr. Du, if you know this, don't blame Tinghui!"

"As a copywriter, I have worked hard!"

Huang Tinghui smiled bitterly and explained from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that Huang Tinghui didn't know that when later generations evaluated these poems, they would always mention: This great poet is very strange. The great poet Huang used many pen names, but he did not have his own name.

But those who know his poems know that they were indeed written by this person.

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Chapter completed!