Time travel, sell Tang poems at the beginning

Time passed little by little, and the courtesans came on stage to perform one after another, but there were no more good shows that could impress the audience.

An hour later, Xie Hong stood on the stage again.

"Gentlemen, the performances of the courtesans have all ended. Now we will move on to the second part of the poetry gathering - the poetry presentation by talented scholars."

"Now that Great Yan has unified the country, the virtuous king has just entered the city and has carried out drastic land reforms, distributing the land of the great nobles to the vast majority of the lower-class people. Such a feat will surely be recorded in history forever. It is an honor for all of us to live in the same era as the virtuous king."

"The foundation of the dynasty is the people, and the foundation of the people is the land. Next, I would like to invite all the gentlemen present to write poems on the theme of land and people."

Xie Hong waved towards the stage, and then teams of maids came in front of the crowd, put down their pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and slowly left.

"Gentlemen, the time limit for writing poetry is three quarters of an hour. The timer starts now."

As everyone was grinding ink and composing poems, the hall of the Poetry Building suddenly became quiet.

Private room number three.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Please come in."

The door opened, and Chun Xing came in with a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Lin Feng pointed at the tea table and said, "Miss Chun Xing, put your things here!"

"Yes, son!"

Chun Xing immediately stepped forward and placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the tea table, then bowed politely and left the private room.

As soon as Chun Xing left, the four friends all looked at Lin Feng.

"Boss, it's up to you now. Just think about your poem and I'll make you some tea." Song Yuan said.

"Boss, you must write poems that will shock the world and make the ghosts cry, so as to blind Wu Yuanjie's eyes and let him understand what it means that there are always people better than you." Yang Zhi said.

"This kid Wu Yuanjie actually dared to threaten the boss. Don't let me see him on the street, otherwise I will show you how I will deal with him." Li Heng said.

"Hahaha! I can't wait to see this kid Wu Yuanjie walking naked on the street." Zhang Sheng said.

Ye Liuyun and He Yu suddenly discovered that Li Heng and the other three had a mysterious confidence in Lin Feng, as if there was nothing that could not be solved as long as Lin Feng took action.

The two men really couldn't understand how Lin Feng, a commander of the Mirror and Jian Division, could be so confident that he could surpass Wu Yuanjie in poetry and prose.

But since Lin Feng was their superior, even though they disagreed in their hearts, they couldn't say much. They could only stand aside silently and act as spectators.

The reason why Lin Feng wanted to distribute the land of the great aristocratic families to the people was that the land annexation in Yue State had become very serious. If it was not resolved, it might endanger the court's rule over the South Vietnam region. Therefore, Lin Feng took the opportunity of unifying Yue State to solve the land problem of the people of South Vietnam at the same time.

When it comes to writing poems about the land and the people, the first thing that comes to Lin Feng's mind is the two poems "Song of Pity the Peasants" by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Shen. One of them, "Song of Pity the Peasants", was used by Lin Feng when he was providing disaster relief in Linzhou.

Lin Feng smiled, and immediately picked up his pen to write another poem "Ming Nong" by Li Shen on the paper.

Seeing this, Song Yuan immediately said, "Boss, I haven't even started brewing tea yet, and you've already finished writing? You wrote too fast! Why don't you think about it again?"

Lin Feng shook his head. "Fatty, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Don't think about it. This is it."

"Let me see."

Li Zhi reached out and picked up the paper on the tea table, and then read it out word by word, "Pity the farmers. In spring, they plant a grain of millet, and in autumn, they harvest ten thousand grains. There is no idle land in the world, but farmers still starve to death."

Li Zhi looked at Lin Feng with a puzzled look on his face. "Boss, the first two lines of your poem are well written, but the last two lines seem a bit contradictory. There is no idle land in the world, so how can farmers starve to death? This is obviously unreasonable! Did you write it wrong?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Because the land belongs to the nobles, and the farmers are all tenants, the nobles took away all the food produced. The farmers have no food to eat, so won't they starve to death?"

After Lin Feng’s explanation, the four friends immediately understood.

Yang Zhi suddenly realized, "So that's what's going on! I thought you wrote it wrong, Boss!"

Song Yuan smiled and said, "Yang Laoliu, how could the boss make a mistake? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Sheng nodded. "Yang Laoliu, you are so brave to question the boss!"

Li Heng was about to speak, but Yang Zhi beat him to the punch, "Li Lao Er, I already know I was wrong, you don't need to say anything more."

Ye Liuyun and He Yu had also heard Lin Feng's poem "Song of the Peasants". In terms of poetry appreciation, they were almost at the same level as the four friends. In their opinion, Lin Feng's poem "Song of the Peasants" was okay, but it was impossible for them to surpass Wu Yuanjie.

Time passed little by little, and soon three quarters of an hour had passed.

In the lobby on the first floor, Xie Hong stood on the stage again. "Gentlemen, the time for writing poems has come. Gentlemen who want to go boating with the courtesan, please write your name and the courtesan's name on the top of the poem, and attach a three hundred tael silver note, and then give it to the maid together. Thank you!"

As soon as Xie Hong finished speaking, a group of maids appeared in the hall and walked towards the crowd.

"Sir, would you like to go boating on the lake with the courtesan?"

"No, I just came to watch the Oiran's performance."

"Sir, are you going to hand in your poem to the courtesan?"

"No, I'm not in a good mood today. I'll try next time!"

"Here are my poems and three hundred taels of silver. Please keep them, young lady."

The maid bowed politely, accepted the poem and the banknote, and then moved on to the next person.

Three quarters of an hour is about forty-five minutes. It is extremely difficult to write a good poem in such a short time.

There were more than 400 people in the entire hall, and probably less than a quarter of them handed in poems and 300 taels of silver notes. If the private rooms on the second floor were included, the number of people should be around 100.

One hundred people would earn thirty thousand taels of silver. If you add the ticket fees, a poetry reading could net nearly one hundred thousand taels of silver. That's a huge profit!

No matter what world or era, the entertainment industry is the most profitable industry. With such high profits, it is no wonder that the major brothels in River Valley City are so active in hosting poetry and prose gatherings.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just when Xie Hong announced that the time for poetry writing was up, there was a knock on the door of private room No. 3.

"Please come in!"

Chun Xing pushed the door open and walked in. "Gentlemen, do you have any poems to submit to the Oiran?"

Lin Feng immediately stood up and handed the poem "Mercy for the Farmers" and the three hundred taels of silver to Chun Xing, "Thank you, Miss Chun Xing."

"My Lord, you are too polite. This is what I should do. I hope your wish will come true."

Chun Xing bowed politely and left the room...