To the three of them, this matter is as strange as the fact that you don't know Daozi.

Feng Zongping took a breath and was speechless under the strange looks of the three people.

Zhao Liulang and several classmates had already listened to the following poems. Although they were not very good at composing poems, they were still good at appreciating them. They got together and reduced their poems to only half a penny, and then encouraged some of them to do so.

Bai Shan, Yi Ziyang and Yin You, who were the best in homework, wrote poems together and submitted them for selection.

"Looking for a lucky draw, we haven't had the lucky draw from the Number One Scholar Building yet."

As he was talking, someone from the lower floor announced loudly: "The first place in today's first competition with the theme of chrysanthemum is Lu Xiaofo from Guozixue..."

Bai Shan and others said "Hey" and leaned on the window to look down. They saw Lu Xiaofo standing on the edge of the second floor, saluting all around, and immediately a waiter gave him a lottery ticket.

Feng Zongping clicked his tongue and said, "Lu Xiaofo is pretty good."

Man Bao pointed to a place and said, "Senior Brother Bai!"

Bai Erlang looked over and said, "He is really my brother."

He directly put his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Brother, let's play a song!"

The people downstairs heard the sound coming from the third floor and couldn't help but look up. Bai Dalang also looked up. Although his eyesight was a little bad, the second half of his body was almost leaning out of the window and he was waving to him excitedly.

Isn't he his brother?

Bai Dalang lowered his head, trying to pretend that he didn't know this guy.

But the classmates sitting next to him already recognized Bai Erlang, and saw Bai Shan and Zhou Man beside him.

There is no way, there are only twenty classmates in a class, and it takes less than a month to know who the family background is, and when Bai Dalang was admitted to the fourth school, his younger brother was admitted to the Imperial College, plus the three of them behind him.

He is so famous that it is difficult for his classmates not to know about him.

So they directly grabbed Bai Dalang, who lowered his head and pretended he didn't exist, "Zhengjian, it's your brother."

"They are on the third floor. I seemed to see Uncle Zhao Xiaoguo by mistake. Should we go up and say hello?"

Bai Dalang didn't want to go.

Zhao Liulang and others upstairs also happily gathered around the window and looked down. The eyes of those who didn't like reading were particularly good, and they reported to everyone in real time, "Hey, hey, your brother lowered his head, he must feel embarrassed."

"Bai Er, call me again."

"I think your eldest brother must be eager to stuff you back into your mother's womb."

Bai Erlang smiled and scolded: "Go away, my brother doesn't feel embarrassed. He is a better poet than us. My husband praises him for his spirituality. My brother is embarrassed."

Zhao Liulang asked, "Does your brother have any words?"

"Yes, my father got it for me, right view!"

Feng Zongping was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and said: "It saves your father's effort. Your eldest brother has a good name and a good character. Do you want to get a letter from him in the future?"

Although the word is a re-explanation of the name, there are not many people who choose the word directly based on the analysis in "Shuowen".

Bai Erlang didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He said: "When my father named us, he originally selected them from "Shuowen". He chose the words "Zhi" and "Cheng" after a thousand choices.

My eldest brother is upright and honest, and I am honest and beautiful, so what’s wrong with using the interpretation in "Shuowen"?"

After everyone listened and thought about it, they found that it was true, so they stopped laughing. Zhao Liulang even shouted down, "Brother Zhengjian, let's play a song!"

The people downstairs didn't know who was calling "big brother" at first, but when Zhao Liulang called out, everyone who knew Bai Dalang downstairs all turned to look at him.

Bai Dalang:......

He stood up with a look of helplessness and bowed to everyone before saying, "My little brother is naughty and disturbs everyone's enjoyment."

There were eight judges sitting on it, five of them were gentlemen from the Imperial College. They knew that Bai Zhi was a student of their Imperial College, so they were very tolerant and said with a smile: "It's natural for the Mid-Autumn Festival to be lively. Since everyone is here

I asked you to do it, why don’t you just compose a song and come up with it, whether it’s good or not, just have fun with it.”

Bai Zhi responded respectfully and stared at the title for a while before turning around and writing a poem.

At that moment, a clerk sent the poem draft, and the judges read it out for everyone to comment on.

Many people nodded secretly, thinking that Bai Zhi did a good job. One of the judges said: "Everyone, let's start. The prize for this round of No. 1 Scholar Building is a pot of No. 1 Scholar Red."

When everyone heard this, they started writing one after another.

In the end, everyone commented and found that Bai Dalang's was slightly better, so he took the prize.

Before Bai Dalang could do anything, the people on the third floor were already making noises, as if they had won a lottery.

Zhao Liulang had just drank a cup of Zhuangyuanhong, and now he was a little unsatisfied, "Why don't you just invite your eldest brother over and let's share his winnings?"

Everyone thought this was a good idea, so they pushed Bai Erlang to invite people.

Bai Shan couldn't help but look at Zhao Liulang, and after looking at each other, he simply stepped forward and put his and Bai Er's shoulders down, "Let's go down together."

The three of them went downstairs together. After descending a few flights of stairs, Bai Shancai stopped and looked at Zhao Liulang with a half-smile, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want us to do?"

Bai Erlang, who was still looking excited, asked blankly, "What?"

Zhao Liulang put his hand on Bai Shan's shoulder and said with a smile: "As expected of the best in reading, he is really smart. I can't hide anything from you."

Zhao Liulang looked up and down and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and said, "I have something to ask you."

Bai Shan thought about the fact that his cousin, not only famous throughout the capital, but at least already famous among the literati, would have a great advantage next year when he takes the imperial examination next year.

So he nodded and said, "You say it first."

"Let me borrow some money from you."

"How many?"

Zhao Liulang stretched out a finger.

Bai Shan glanced at it and nodded, "One hundred taels, easy to say."

"What a hundred taels, a thousand taels!"

Bai Shan: "...Why do you need so much money?"

Bai Erlang also came to his senses and interrupted: "No, what does asking my eldest brother to go upstairs have to do with borrowing money?"

Bai Shan said: "Just stay calm for now."

Then he turned to Zhao Liulang and asked, "You have to explain, otherwise you will do evil things, and if you find out later that the money came from us, we will not be able to get away with it. And you can still afford a thousand taels?"

"You underestimate me, don't you? I can't afford it now, but in two years when I leave Chongwen Hall and seek an official position, my father can't give me some assets? I can afford it by then, that is, this time

You can’t charge me interest on a thousand taels.”

He said: "If you agree, I will not only take your eldest brother and classmates to the third floor for a walk, but I can also take him to Princess Xiangyang's flower viewing party tomorrow, how about it?"

Bai Shan moved and Princess Xiangyang married the Empress Dowager's nephew. In June, because the Empress Dowager was seriously ill, she returned to Beijing. The princesses all liked to hold literary poetry gatherings, flower appreciation parties and so on. Many literati argued over it.
Chapter completed!