Da Jin

Zhou Fuli walked towards Shanbao. He thought about it for a long time. If they came to visit them in groups, he would have to meet them in groups. Some people cannot be avoided.

It's better to arrange it in a unified way and finish it in one meeting. Of course, this "meeting" has to be a bit of a trick, because he doesn't speak smoothly now.

Although he couldn't stutter and speak in front of so many people, there was a certain risk, but seeing so many people at once naturally had its benefits.

For example, with so many people, it's not easy for others to come to chat with him alone, and let the dignified little saint keep the others aside?

So what Zhou Fuli is going to say now must be for everyone.

There were so many people and the wind was strong, some people must not be able to hear clearly, and with Zhou Fuli's temperament, it was impossible to raise his voice, so of course he needed someone to pass on what he said.

Walking up the hill, Zhimo had already moved a wooden pier over, surrounded by several children. According to the plan, they were Zhou Fuli's mouthpiece.

As long as he is not allowed to speak directly to these people, he will be less likely to be exposed.

Zhou Fuli did not sit down directly, but said something to the children.

Several children dispersed and ran into the crowd with a clatter.

"The little sage said that the students are very fortunate. Studying is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires a combination of work and rest. The scenery here is very beautiful. Everyone may wish to calm down..."

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, but immediately realized that these children were helping the little saint to spread the word.

At first, I was worried that I would not be able to hear Zhou Fuli's words if I stood too far away, but after returning home, when others asked them, they didn't know how to answer them.

As for why the words conveyed by these children are so plain, it must be because the words are too complicated for these children to remember, so how to convey them, they have to be in vernacular.

Zhou Fuli had already thought of the reason, if Zhou Fuli could really explain it in a polite way, he really wouldn't know how to do it.

Everyone bowed their hands, and Zhou Fuli returned the salute.

At this time, the small bench brought the hot skewers to Zhou Fuli.

Zhou Fuli said another word, and the children rushed to pass it on, "The little sage said that although this place is wild, there are also unique delicacies that are both elegant and popular. I want to share it with everyone..."

Zhou Fuli thought, eat, eat, you can talk less with something in your mouth.

Everyone: "..."

Isn't this a bit like the student banquet after Chunwei, but only the top students in Chunwei can be invited to the student banquet.

But now, it's a bit rainy and dewy.

Immediately, a group of people became excited, and the atmosphere suddenly rose.

It is impossible for most of them to be invited to the student banquet, but sitting down to eat skewers with the little saint now, how is it different from the student banquet?

It seems to be closer, this string is good.

But the accident still happened.

Those who came here were not only the scholars who participated in the Spring Festival this year, but also two or three imperial doctors, and servants sent by various mansions to condolence Zhou Fuli.

All the people sat down under Zhou Fuli's signal, and at this moment a person in the distance raised his voice and shouted, "Sikong Mansion asked the little one to come and say hello to the little sage."

The voice is loud enough, the key is that when he yelled like this, it was as if he had started, and he couldn't stop.

"The Taiwei Mansion asked the little one to come and say hello to the little saint."

"The Hussar General's Mansion asked the little one to come and say hello to the little saint."

"..."

Well, they're all here. Sure enough, it was right for him to choose to hide in this remote place. If he was in Luoyang Taifu's mansion, he would have to make mistakes every day, and live a life of survival in danger every day.

Especially the mansions of the military generals, they have no scruples and louder voices, they are not those weak scholars, they have received the task of expressing condolences to the little sage on behalf of their adults no matter what, the little sage bumped into a pillar, it was terrible up.

But now that there are so many people, how could they go up and talk to the little saint alone, and no one else would allow their family to take up time talking to the little saint, so they shouted loudly, so that the little saint would know that their mansion has been there, They can also go back to work.

Of course, after these meritorious officials shouted, some unrestrained scholars also started, after all, not all scholars have the same temperament.

"Jinling Egret Academy Li Fei met the little sage..."

Jinling Egret Academy?This is the academy that Zhou Fuli studied in Jinling, he couldn't help looking over, and saw a young man in Tsing Yi with an excited face.

This person is quite familiar.

Li Fei?Zhou Fuli's eyes moved, and there was Li's mansion next to Zhou's mansion in Jinling.

In my memory, on the high wall separating the two houses, there is always a guy in blue clothes climbing on the wall to harass him to study.

At that time, Zhou Fuli, the robot, filed a complaint without even raising his eyelids. He heard that someone's buttocks had been opened.

Isn't the name of the young master of Li's mansion Li Fei?

I didn't expect to be so reckless when I grew up, look at that jumping energy, it's no worse than those people from Wufu.

Zhou Fuli cupped his hands, no matter what, he caused others to be beaten.

"See it or not, I'll just say that the little sage and I are old acquaintances." The voice of arguing with reason can be heard from a distance.

"Did you see that the little saint didn't return the gifts from others? Deser."

Listening to the crazy loud voices, Zhou Fuli thought to himself, "Come on, the longer you shout, the longer the delay will be, and he will be able to face less emergencies."

But there is a time to stop.

When literati get together, most of them make friends through literature. It is absolutely indispensable to recite poems and write poems. It would be even more important if one or two good poems can be passed on, but Zhou Fuli can't do that.

It would be troublesome if someone asked him to compose a poem to fit the occasion, and the possibility of that was extremely high, so he had to be the first to do so.

As soon as the voice died down, Zhou Fuli sent a message.

"The little sage said that it's rare for students to get together on each side of the world. You can meet friends through literature and show what you have learned."

Scholars have a good name, and it would be great for them if they had the opportunity to spread the name of their poems.

But, with Zhou Fuli here, no matter how good their poems are today, they will definitely be compared and forgotten in a corner where no one knows.

"The little sage said that today he is only responsible for appreciating the literary talents of Dajin students, so he will not participate."

This……

Generally speaking, in Zhou Fuli's land now, even if he doesn't participate, the host will write a poem to attract others.

The problem lies in this introduction. It would be fine if it was someone else, but if it was Zhou Fuli, the No. 1 scholar of the Jin Dynasty, this introduction could cover up everyone's light and make people unable to lift their heads.

The little sage didn't even participate in attracting jade?Everyone immediately realized that this was making way for their fame?

Scholars have a good reputation, who would dislike their own reputation?It is estimated that only people as modest as the little saint are still worried about stealing their limelight.

They stood up in unison and saluted, their eyes were full of emotion, and they were the only ones in Dajin who had such a noble character, so honored and honored.

Zhou Fuli: ...

To let him participate is to let him die, and he is very clear in his heart.

The scene became lively, and at this time it also reflected the boldness and romance of the scholars.

Some people dance and sing to the mountains and rivers, some people's poems are euphemistic and lyrical, and some people's poems are bold and wild...

Zhou Fuli watched with relish.

This is the literati of this era, with outstanding personality, free thinking like a flower, and the romance engraved in the bones is amazing.

They are not yet celebrities, but they are already on the road to become celebrities.

Except that everyone lived a little poor, to some extent, it was really a good era, and it was also these literati who left countless cultural treasures to future generations.

Although Zhou Fuli watched happily, he was also a little worried.

Because even if he doesn't participate, he will definitely be asked to comment on poems in the end. Since ancient times, there is no first in prose, and no second in martial arts. No matter what, you have to choose the best poems today.

Can he make random comments?Unless he doesn't think he's exposed fast enough.

The good thing is that those imperial doctors saw him from a distance, and they should know how to report it when they go back.

The servants of those various prefectures also brought their condolences, and they probably won't come to the door in the future.

He has also gone through the process of seeing the former students of Chunwei.

Today can be regarded as killing multiple birds with one stone, although the risks involved are quite high.

What I have to do now is to procrastinate and think about how to criticize the poem later, which is really a difficult problem.

worry.