Guardian Chapter 118: Cheating the world and stealing names

  Han Bai failed repeatedly.

  I read the book of sages and my beard was gray, and he was just an old talent.

  He is arrogant and talented. Whenever he reads those articles about judging people, he thinks about this stuff, and he can be picked up. The things I write are more than a star and a half better than this, why can't I be picked up?

  Are the examiners blind? What kind of talents are selected for the country?

  Since ancient times, literati have been indifferent, it is not such a light method.

  This mentality is wrong.

  Whether the writing is good or not, it’s not you, Han Xiucai, but the market.

  No matter how talented you are, if you write something that is not intentional and cannot resonate with the examiner, it is not in vain.

  Someone gave an idea, saying, Lao Han, it’s not that you can’t do it, it’s that you don’t understand the rules, and you have to be a student under the name of the examiner. You also find excuses to walk around.

  Han Bai heard, isn’t this bribery in disguise? What's the meaning of this?

  Bah, I wait for scholars and disdain it.

  The scholars cultivate the awe-inspiring righteousness, and emphasize that the scriptures can govern the country, and the culture is calm and peaceful. If you want me to learn the method of pickling, Han can't do it.

  That's it.

  Han Baihe spent half his life, but in the end he is still an old talent.

  "Difficulties on the Road" expresses Li Bai's unqualified indignation, directly hitting Han Bai's state of mind.

  Yan Wenji just memorized four sentences, and she was so excited about Han Bai.

  He immediately announced that he was leaving school, and couldn’t wait to share this verse with some old friends in the poetry club.

  He thought this poem was written by Yan Wenji.

  While the old cherished comfort, they were also a little bit jealous and hated, wishing to steal this poem as his own, fortunately to show off in the poetry club.

  However, Han Bai, an old talent, still has a little bottom line. Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't bother to do it in action.

  Han Bai, a scholar who wants a face.

  However, some scholars don’t even talk about their faces, but don’t even have their butts.

  At the Poetry Friends Association, Han Bai chanted these four poems with red light, earning enough eyeballs, watching everyone's stunned expressions, and casting shocked eyes, Han Bai's vanity was greatly satisfied.

  Just as he wanted to add that the poem came from a student, and he was just a porter of poems, he was interrupted.

  "This class of poems were written by mere talents?"

  The speaker, whose tone is not good or bad, is the first person to accompany him.

  This poetry society is well-known in Kyoto. It is a forum for literati. Occasionally, great sages or civil officials come to the main office.

  Today's main game is the great Confucian Qi silent.

  The one who had just spoken in the seat was his student, a member of the fifth-grade member of the Ministry of Etiquette.

  The official rank of the fifth grade is no longer small.

  But throwing a brick here may hit a high-ranking Kyoto, which is really not enough to see from the fifth rank.

  "Why can't a talent write poetry?"

  Han Bai’s old face was pulled down immediately, and he was about to seduce him, but he was pulled by the sleeves of his old friend and sat down.

  "He Shuhuan, a member of the Ministry of Rites, I know you don’t want to be in the limelight." The old friend lowered his voice and pressed Han Bai’s shoulders, "but you must never offend this person. This person is responsible for teaching matters in Tosanbo, Kyoto. Think about it, is Swallowtail Alley included, and you offend him? Those boys in Fangcaoshuwu, do you want to participate in the children's test?"

  Han Bai's face was aggrieved. Hearing these words, the twisted breath immediately vented.

  He can think clearly, and he can't stop the children's future just for a breath.

  Han Bai, forget it, but He Shuhuan didn't think about letting him go.

  This boy is an official at least, so Han Bai, in front of his teacher, and many literary friends, gave him a mouthful, naturally he wouldn't stop there.

  "This kind of masterpiece, Yier and other qualities, if you really made it, wouldn't it be publicized long ago to become famous?"

  "This... poem, could it be that you plagiarized it." He Shuhuan smiled but gave up to the chief Qi Buyu, who was not happy or angry. "If this poem comes from the hands of everyone, naturally no one will question it. But you?"

  He Shuhuan flattered, he didn't finish his words, and the meaning of questioning was self-evident.

  "You..." Han Bai stood up from the table, flushed anxiously, blushed slightly, denying it intentionally, but had nothing to say. This poem was indeed not made by himself, but he looked at He Shuhuan with a mocking expression. If he blurted out what he wanted to say was the work of his own students, he stuck in his mouth abruptly.

  The timing of saying this is wrong, not only will he follow He Shuhuan's will, but he will also admit that he is plagiarizing.

  Han Bai blocked his chest in one breath, remembering the words of his old friend, this man couldn't afford to offend, and he abruptly suffered the sulking.

  He picked up the wine glass and cried out to the old man with a sigh of anger, relieved his worries about the wine, and the tone went down.

  He Shuhuan saw that Han Bai actually endured it, but he didn't expect this hard-bodied stinky sourness to have such courage.

  He Shuhuan had heard of Han Bai a long time ago. He didn't understand the rules and didn't know how to go on the road at all. Today, I also used a topic to play and wanted to beat him.

  However, when He Shuhuan is an official in Kyoto, he naturally knows what a measure is, and he just tried it, knowing that Han Bai is not a tough one, then there will be ways to handle it later.

  "Why there are only four sentences in this poem? Looking at this artistic conception, it seems that there is still a sorrow." The name of the great Confucian Qi Buyu is really not blown out, but has real knowledge.

  If you don’t say anything, Han Bai dare not ignore it. The literati has a good name. If he can be seen in everyone’s eyes, his reputation in Wenlin can also increase.

  Han Bai is also not immune.

   can only get up and bow his hands, bite the bullet and lower his head, not daring to look directly, "There is indeed a stumbling, but... it’s just not what you want, and it hasn’t been completed yet."

   sneered softly.

  Han Bai is ashamed, his face is hot, and his head is lowered.

  Qibuyu frowned slightly, stared at He Shuhuan who was vocal, and was silent for a moment, before saying to everyone: "In this case, the theme of today's poetry meeting is based on these four sentences. How about making up the next?"

  Qi Buyu and others responded in unison, and then Han Bai pretended to say: "I wonder if it is possible?"

  Han Bai has anything else to say, I said no, then don’t hang around in Wenlin from now on.

  Han Bai still has this point of EQ. He also knows that no matter who this is from, if it is completed, in any case, the author of this poem will definitely not lose his signature.

  Wen Ji, you are still young, and there are opportunities, not to mention that you are a woman, I can’t help you as a teacher, and I will give you everything in the future...Han Bai’s crazy thoughts, in the end, he did not resist the temptation of Wenlin’s fame. At first Shi Shiran regarded this poem as his own.

  Students’ masterpieces, which were taken as their own by the instructor, or did not participate in the whole process, and the final signature was added.

  These "tacit" things.

  Since ancient times, it has not been rare.

  Immediately, the poem will be titled with the first four sentences of "Difficulty on the Road". The literati and scholars racked their brains to make up one poem after another, all of which could not be structured.

  Shixian's great masterpiece, can anyone can complete it?

  Everyone's sequels are mostly sequels by dog ​​tails, which are difficult to fit the original meaning of the poem.

  Finally, without a word, thinking hard for a long time, and struggling for the second half.

  Don’t tell me how, anyway, the people at the poem meeting are screaming when they hear it. You can’t say that it’s flattery. Qibuyu is still a bit ink, and it’s a little bit better than those silly works. .

  The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

  A little bit stronger, plus his name.

  This continued poem is so set.

  He Shuhuan flattered his feet, fetched paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and asked to keep the whole poem and calligraphy behind.

  Poetry can write poems and is particular about it.

  Whoever writes poems.

  If Qi Buyu writes down at this time and spreads it out, this poem will be his from now on.

  Han Bai is naturally unyielding, but helpless, his old face flushed red, and his aggrieved face was extremely uncomfortable.

  Q is a rare masterpiece without saying a word. The intention to monopolize this poem that will sing through the ages, but also hinders the face.

  He was silent, covered his mouth with the back of his hand, coughed slightly, and looked at He Shuhuan.

  He Shuhuan immediately understood.

   walked to Han Bai who wanted to speak but stopped, and seemed to be speaking.

  "Old Han, I remember Fangcaoshuwu, this year there are three children’s exams, right."

  "How is it? What is it not." Han Bai was about to run away, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mentality was a little burst as he saw Qi Buyu was ready to take a note for himself.

  Faced with Han Bai's slightly blunt tone, He Shuhuan not only did not turn his face, but said meaningfully: "I will guarantee, and Fangcaoshuwu will add two more children's exam places."

  He Shuhuan stretched out **** with a smile, and once again made a condition that Han Bai could not refuse, "Tomorrow, I will come to the bookstore to observe, how about everyone present a plaque for Fangcao Bookstore?"

  Good fellow.

  This condition is equivalent to that Wenlin and hawks go to the bookstore to build momentum together, and the great writers write the "school name".

  After this incident, a small bookstore, famous for its reputation, and a steady stream of students come here, it is not impossible to expand the scale of Fangcao Bookstore and change its name to Fangcao College.

  Han Bai seems to be able to imagine that one day he will be called a mountain leader, with peaches and plums all over the world, and even the officials of the Central and North Korea may be branded as "Fangcao Academy".

  Han Bai was silent.

  He understood that this was a condition set by He Shuhuan, so that he would not fight for the right to authorize the best works.

  He then thought, this masterpiece is not his own. At this time, "transferring" it out will not only reap endless benefits, but also calm his conscience.

  Look, you see, I didn’t plagiarize, it was plagiarized by everyone.

  Furthermore, this poem is signed by himself, and he has to wait until the year of the monkey to become famous in the name of his own little talent. It is better to take this opportunity to sell a favor and reap the benefits in time. In this way, He Shuhuan and Qi Buyu owe themselves to themselves Human relations, the development of the bookstore is bound to flourish.

  Furthermore, Qi Buyu knew a lot of officials in the DPRK. Perhaps for the sake of mutual understanding, he might mention a word to the officials in charge of the examination. Then he could almost have the number of candidates.

  Han Baihe was half a year old. At this moment, he was completely resuscitated.

  He even knew that he would strike while the iron was hot, and set the price on the floor. "The special fund for tribute from the Ministry of Rites must be included in the Fangcaoshuwu."

  Oh, this is a private school. I took the opportunity to threaten the "education funds" of public schools.

  He Shuhuan's face sank, and his heart was so poor that it was not a fuel-efficient lamp. Sure enough, the literati turned their minds on, and the bowels were almost the same.

  He calmly nodded.

  The tribute special fund is the heart of the minister of rituals and Shang Shu. Wherever the district clerk can reach in, He Shuhuan nodded and agreed, but it was just a blank check.

  Han Bai didn't understand what was going on, his mood turned clear, and he happily responded.

  Everyone is happy.

  One gets its name, the other benefits.

   Qi is full of blushes without speaking.

  He Shuhuan is triumphant.

  Han Bai felt guilty, but was soon forgotten.

  The literati and scholars also joined together to congratulate Qi Buyu.

  The happy scene is like an original masterpiece by Qi Buyu.

  The poem will come to a successful conclusion.

  Just say the next day.

   Qi Silent, He Shuhuan in order to stop Han Bai's mouth.

  According to the words, I really pulled a group of small famous scholars from Shulin to come to the Fangcao Bookstore in Yanwei Alley to build momentum.

  Han Bai had long used the students in the bookstore to clean the bookstore up and down.

  The day of June.

  The sun is scorching.

  In the afternoon.

  The weather is still hot and oily.

  Poor the half-year-old child.

  Cleaning under the sun does not count.

   has to be divided into two columns, holding a wild bouquet of dried flowers in hand, standing at the door of the bookstore, welcoming the scholars of Shulin who came to "inspect".

  "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

  Yan Wenji held the bouquet in her hand, waved it up and down, her small eyes gleamed, and the sweat stains on her temples showed pale traces.

  She is still looking forward to meeting the great writers.

  "Huh, huh, huh, huh."

  Yan Mubai and Xiao Sang had a rare tacit understanding for a while, humming and tuned on her mouth, without moving her elbows, swaggering back and forth with her wrists, just like lifeless puppets.

  The two looked at each other.

  Xiao Sang cut his voice, avoiding his eyes, and sneered in his heart.

  Yan Mubai was even more disdainful, and her nostrils were almost looking up into the sky, and she sneered in her heart.

  The two look tired of each other, this is how it is.

  "Speak louder, if you have more confidence, the spirit is raised to the old man, don't shame the reputation of the bookstore." Han Bai walked from the door to the end of the team, adjusting the children's posture one by one.

  The Wenlin Yaren team has not come yet.

  He was practicing the welcome ceremony early on.

  This time, the play has to be done enough. With the handwritten plaques of everyone, the bookstore can develop rapidly.

  The enlightened Han Bai, under the guidance of his old friends, his thinking became more active and his thinking was no longer rigid.

  He was an old man, sweating profusely under the sun, running back and forth, enjoying himself.

  He is a hot dog.

  Not to mention the children.

  At the beginning, I can still hold on.

  Over time, some people can’t hold on.

   Crouching on the ground, the bouquet covers the head for shade.

  "Sir, I'll get sugar after standing half an hour, sir."

  Some students are unhappy. It's up to me whether the Shulin boss will come or not. The main reason is that the husband has promised to give sweets. It is worthwhile to just stand and shout two slogans.

  "Just send it out."

  Han Bai wiped out his sweat, and turned sugar one by one.

   sent to Yan Wenji's hands, and gave two more.

  After plucking Yan Wenji's poem to send someone to a bookstore, it seems that he still feels ashamed.

   "Wen Ji, study hard, Mr. is optimistic about you." Han Bai pressed Yan Wen Ji's little hand, and added two more candies after speaking.

  Yan Wenji is inexplicable, Mr. Dark Dao is so weird today, it seems to have done something to sorry me.

  Hi, a girl’s sixth sense, I have to say that it has been different since childhood.

  Yan Wenji forgot to think about it, and happily shared the sugar with Yan Mubai and Xiao Sang.

  Will I want your candy? Xiao Sang hugged his arms, looked up at the sky, turning a blind eye, but he felt a small hand in his pocket and two candies rolled in.

  Xiao Sang's cheeks bounced, only when he didn't find it, but his heart was thinking... Hmph, even if you give me candy, I won't talk to you, don't think about it, humble mortal.

  "Come, all get up, all get up."

  Han Bai yelled, wiped his sweat, adjusted his clothes, and greeted Wenlin Yashi headed by Qi Buyu.

  "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

  There are weak children's voices, and they raise sharply. The students who have eaten candies have a very professional ethics...If you eat Mr.'s sweets, you must listen to your husband.

  "Huh, huh, huh, huh."

  Yan Mubai and Xiao Sang, they joined together, paddling the water.

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