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Upon hearing this, many people stood up and joined in the commotion.

"Jiang Huiyuan, could you compose a poem?"

"Come, come, let's compose poems and write lyrics."

"Zichuan, play a song!"

The jeers and jeers were incessant.

"it is good!"

With the atmosphere set, Jiang Zhao also became interested and got up to walk over.

A scholar in a blue robe hurriedly went outside and shouted, "Jiang Huiyuan is about to compose a poem!"

The shout abruptly halted the noisy conversation in Fanlou.

boom!

Suddenly, perhaps a porcelain bowl fell to the ground, a buzzing sound arose abruptly.

"What? Jiang Lang from Huaizuo wants to write lyrics?"

"Let me see!"

"Oh dear, this is truly a very refined matter!"

One by one, the candidates and those who had passed the imperial examinations rushed up the stairs.

A spoiled brat suddenly rammed into people, his roar shaking the dust off the beams: "Make way!"

Before long, Jiang Zhao was surrounded by hundreds of scholars and tribute students, and many more were still on their way. Some even spontaneously called on their friends and family to squeeze in and join the fun.

In no time, the elegant room that Jiang Zhao had specially booked to celebrate was packed with people.

This was written by Jiang Lang of Huaizuo!

In the center, surrounded by hundreds of people, two tables in front of Jiang Zhao were combined into one large desk. Su Shi held the desk, Su Zhe pressed down the paper, Zhang Heng held the inkstone, Zeng Gong ground the ink, and Zeng Bu read the poem.

Jiang Zhao paced back and forth for about ten steps before making his decision.

Others write lyrics, he selects them!

With a flourish of the brush, the first line of the poem was born on a sheet of Xuan paper over ten feet long.

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and literature teaches you all!"

Before the ink had even finished, another stroke of the pen was made. Zeng Bu was startled and recited the poem: "Of all things, only studying is noble!"

"it is good!"

"Okay!"

"Jiang Lang of Huaizuo, your reputation is well-deserved!"

Praise was endless.

Just from those two lines, you can tell that this poem is at least of a high standard.

In particular, the saying "Of all things, only studying is noble" has inspired many scholars.

Jiang Zhaowei closed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.

Several hundred people remained completely silent without making a sound.

After a few moments, Jiang Zhao once again splashed ink and wielded his brush.

His repeated remarks caused a stir among the crowd.

Knowledge is gained through diligence; one can read thousands of books by the light of a firefly.

"The three winters' worth of food is now sufficient; who will laugh at my empty stomach?"

This implies that studying is difficult, and also serves as a way of encouraging students to learn.

"Like rain after a long drought, or meeting an old friend in a foreign land."

"The wedding night, the day of passing the imperial examination."

Upon hearing these two lines, even Zeng Gong, who was over forty years old, applauded them and spontaneously recited the poem.

An elderly scholar with white hair plucked out several strands of his silver beard, tears streaming down his face: "Forty years of wasted years in the imperial examinations, and now this young man has told me all my joys and sorrows!"

These two sentences perfectly summarize the great joy of life, making them truly captivating.

"In the morning he was a peasant, in the evening he rose to the emperor's court."

"Nobility is not inherited; a man should strive for it himself."

A scholar from a family that valued both farming and scholarship waved his hand and pounded his chest, exclaiming, "Jiang Lang understands me! Jiang Lang understands me!"

"One must study diligently from a young age, for literature can establish one's character."

The court was filled with high-ranking officials, most of whom were scholars.

His writing is full of brilliant phrases, surpassing even the best in Bianliang, one sentence after another.

The poem, consisting of over nine hundred characters, is written on more than ten sheets of Xuan paper.

Until the very last sentence, the entire building fell silent.

The lingering charm was captivating, and the entire building was filled with intoxication.

After composing a poem, Jiang Zhao threw down his pen.

At first glance, many people are still savoring the experience.

Jiang Zhao smiled, not surprised at all.

This poem, "The Prodigy's Poem," was a must-read text for elementary education during the Song and Ming dynasties, and it is the only one that is on par with the "Three Character Classic"!

This level of skill is no joke.

"The emperor values ​​heroes, and literature teaches you all."

This one line alone sealed the poem's place in history.

To put it simply, this means that the emperor valued outstanding talents and used the imperial examination system to educate and select students.

In short, one should express gratitude to the emperor.

And "a timely rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land; the wedding night, the moment of passing the imperial examination" has become the ultimate definition of the pinnacle of life.

Incredibly powerful!

It must be said that there's a story behind the birth of Wang Zhu, the original author of this poem.

It happens to be this year, the second year of the Jiayou era!

"Of all pursuits, only studying is noble!" A white-haired scholar recited, remaining silent for a long time.

One scholar, with tears in his eyes, said: "This sentence should be engraved in the Confucius Temple Stele Forest to inspire the aspirations of scholars throughout the world!"

"Zichuan's talent is truly unmatched in a century!" Su Shi once again expressed his assessment.

The lingering sound resonates long afterward!

Chapter 23: Rebirth in Fame! (4k)

The next day.

At noon, a gentle breeze was blowing.

After downing a cup of tea, Jiang Zhao let out a long sigh of relief.

Yesterday, a group of people gathered to drink and celebrate, composing poems and drinking to each other.

As the top scholar in the imperial examination, Jiang Zhao was subjected to a lot of pressure to drink, and he managed to down more than a dozen cups.

Fortunately, fermented glutinous rice wine has a sweet taste, a slightly spicy flavor, and a relatively low alcohol content.

After drinking more than a dozen cups, I was only slightly tipsy!

After a morning of relaxation, the smell of alcohol had mostly dissipated.

Jiang Zhao changed into a clean long blue robe and walked out of his courtyard.

"Hesheng." Jiang Zhao looked at the pageboy: "Is the poem Zizhan gave me framed?"

The announcement of the results of the imperial examinations was a joyous occasion, with successful candidates celebrating their achievements.

During the latter half of last night, Su Shi, Zeng Gong, and others were in exceptionally high spirits and wrote many poems.

One of his poems, titled "Remembering the Past at Yuqing Temple in Zichuan," contains the lines, "Life is like a wild goose flying across the snow, leaving its footprints on the mud." It is quite remarkable, and Su Shi presented it to him.

If Jiang Zhao remembered correctly, the original version of this poem was given by Su Shi to his younger brother Su Zhe, but this time he gave it to himself.

This is a masterpiece; I don't know how to repay the favor.

"Don't worry, young master, it's already framed," Hesheng replied.

"What about the poem I wrote?"

In fact, Jiang Zhao already knew about his teacher's trip to the capital.

However, considering the teacher's fatigue from the journey, Jiang Zhao did not go to visit him that night.

At that time, the literati were all clamoring for it, and he was in high spirits, so he picked up his pen and wrote a poem.

The emperor values ​​heroes, and literature teaches you all.

Everything is of inferior quality, but reading is of high quality.

Knowledge is gained through diligence; one can read countless books by the light of a firefly.

Three winters' worth of food is now sufficient; who will laugh at my empty stomach?

Like rain after a long drought, or meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

It's a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and it's time to inscribe names on the gold medal list.

In the morning he was Tian Shelang, and in the evening he ascended to the Hall of the Son of Heaven.

Generals have no seeds at all, and men should strive for self-improvement.

One must study diligently from a young age, for literature can establish one's character.

The court was filled with high-ranking officials, most of whom were scholars.

The poem, flowing and expansive, not only encourages learning but also expresses the pride of passing the imperial examinations, and is full of the arrogance and joy of a scholar.

The poem immediately drew praise and endless discussion from over a hundred students.

This poem is a masterpiece, full of brilliant lines, and any single line can be interpreted in great detail.

Absolutely high quality!

Currently, the scientific expedition is still underway, and it is almost certain that this poem will spread throughout the world.

This poem contains a total of 920 characters, and the calligraphy is over two meters long.

One line, “In the morning a peasant, in the evening an official in the emperor’s court; nobility is not inherited, a man should strive for it,” subtly suits Han Zhang, who was demoted for twelve years, praising his humble origins and his talent as a general.

Therefore, Jiang Zhao decided to present this poem to his mentor to congratulate him on his return to the imperial court and his governance of the country.

Firstly, it expresses congratulations.

Secondly, twelve years have passed, and when Han Zhang returns to the capital, things are bound to be different.

This is precisely the time to elevate one's reputation.

As a student, Jiang Zhao's prestige in official circles was naturally far inferior to that of his teacher, but in terms of the breadth of his individual reputation, Han Zhang might not be able to match his disciple.

As a member of the younger generation, and with a reputation for respecting teachers and valuing education, Jiang Zhao is already showing signs of becoming a "model student of his generation."

No one will talk about him all the time, but during the autumn and spring imperial examinations, Jiang Zhao's name will definitely be mentioned.

This is the true value of an academic success story!

Since it is foreseeable that this poem will become famous throughout the world, and the teacher is at a stage where he needs fame, it is only natural to present the poem to him.

The poem's title was changed from "Prodigy Poem" to "Presented to My Respected Teacher Han Zhang on His Return to the Capital in the Spring Examination," which also served to further promote the "Standing in the Snow at Han's Door" story.

The two masters and disciples who once stood in the snow at the Han family gate, one of whom achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination and the other of whom returned to the capital, would certainly generate a lot of discussion if their story were to be publicized.

"It's all framed now." He Sheng was prepared and brought over a sandalwood box that was about 70 or 80 centimeters long.