Chapter 74 Poetry Banquet (Part 2)

A few people booked a private room in the Cuihong Building, toasted and drank, talked happily about the wine, lamented the darkness of the court, the suffering of the people, and cursed the rotten trees on the temple for officials, and the wolves in the palace, pitiful for the people in the world to live in dire straits .When it comes to the depths, they are all impassioned, and they communicate with each other... Several people boasted that they were not stained with mud, and vowed never to bow down for five buckets of rice.Just as the blowing was in full swing, the shop waiter came up and said that the county magistrate's birthday is today, and he wanted to invite the "poetry demon" to help transcribe. Without saying a word, "Poetry Demon" put down his chopsticks, and before he had time to say goodbye, he ran away, taking three steps at a time. Lou, his head was broken, and he didn't care about healing, wrapped his head in a rag and walked away...

Wu Yong was in Liangshan, so naturally he couldn't get along with the county magistrate, and he didn't pay any attention to it. Uncle Gu, Zhu Xiucai, and Zhao Yuanwai were different. All three of them stood up with their hands on their chairs, and asked pitifully, "Magistrate magistrate." Did you invite me?" The shop clerk shook his head, the three of them sat down again with disappointment on their faces, Gu Sanshu curled his lips and said, "Look at his virtue, he can run faster than a rabbit! He was really blind before, how did he make such a friend?" , I’ll expose his scolding of the government in the future!”

Zhu Xiucai also looked contemptuous, and echoed, "That's right! That's right! Seeing the county magistrate nodding and bowing, he's closer than seeing his own father. It's really embarrassing for us literati, what a crap!" Member Zhao was so angry that he looked like a toad. He said that this bastard had complained a lot in the past two years, and even wrote poems to attack the court. The three of them scolded for a while before their anger subsided. When literati get together, they are nothing more than reciting poems, fighting against each other, and putting on a show.

A few people order wine, compose poems at the banquet, and drink what they can't write.Zhu Xiucai was the chairman, so he came first. He shook his head for a long time, but he couldn't hold back a fart, so he kept shaking his head. He has a huge head and a narrow neck. This is no joke!The fellow shook for a long time, and finally took a look at the sycamore tree outside the window. His inspiration was overwhelming. He slapped the table and said, "The sycamore tree is really tall." The second seat was Wu Yong, who was covering his face with a fan, and seemed to be thinking hard, but in fact he was cheating. The night before yesterday, he was afraid that he would not be able to write a poem and would make a fool of himself in public, so he copied "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty" on the fan, densely packed Yes, after searching for a long time, my eyes were dazzled, and I couldn't find a suitable sentence. His face turned blue from holding back, and I was anxious to see it. Finally, he finally said: "The south wind blows and shakes." Gu San Uncle pondered for a long time, like ants on a hot pot, looking around, scratching his ears and cheeks, I was worried for him, it seems that it is really difficult to be a literati!This guy finally came up with a quatrain: "The east wind blows and shakes."

Member Zhao was full of thoughts and thoughts, he pondered for a while, and blurted out: "Where the west wind blows, shake again and again." The four laughed loudly, cheered in unison, and said in succession: "Good poem! Good poem! Let's have a drink together!"