After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

That night, the three of them went to eat wild game, such as roasted hare, roe deer, etc., at Dingxianglou, the largest restaurant in Puliu Town.

"Dear guests, our restaurant is hosting a barbecue party for five consecutive days. We have robes, musk deer, tigers, snakes, and anything you can think of. Don't miss it if you're passing by!"

"We're hosting a five-day barbecue party. We sincerely invite talented people to enjoy delicious food and fine wine. If anyone can write a poem for this feast, we'll give them a 50% discount on the first place each day!"

The waiter worked hard to attract customers, and many people stopped to look.

Although they are close to the mountains and there are usually people selling wild game on the streets, the only chance to eat so many kinds of food at once is during the few days when the mountains are open.

"Waiter, can you be more generous? Since your poetry is good, how about giving me a free meal and drinks?"

There were a few young men who started to make a fuss. They were all wearing blue shirts and were students from the same academy.

The only academy in Puliu Town is called Changbai, and was opened by an old scholar.

"Oh, gentlemen, you are joking. Our store is a small business, and it costs a lot of money to buy these wild animals." The waiter greeted with an apologetic smile.

"Don't come on, Dingxianglou is making a fortune every day, and you still dare to call it a small business?"

The teenagers joked as they walked in.

The waiter bent even more: "I dare not say that, gentlemen, you really think too highly of me."

Someone interrupted, "Forget it, I won't bother with you. Go and serve us a plate of all the barbecued meats."

The teenagers were obviously regular customers and were directly invited to the private room.

It's lively here, and the next room is also quite noisy.

"Uncle Yuan, Anmei, let's eat to our heart's content today. When the poetry topic is announced, I'll write one and try to win first place!"

Fang Nanzhi was very confident that he could save half the money.

In fact, her poetry is still a little inferior to Ce Lun, Mo Yi, etc.

Mr. Zheng said that she was too young, and what she saw, heard, and felt was limited. She did not have strong emotions, so it was difficult for her to write a truly good poem.

At present, she has only just begun to learn poetry, but she can learn more from her brother.

But Fang Nanzhi feels that confidence is a must.

What if she gets lucky by chance, and the scholars who come to dinner today are not very good at poetry?

Well, what she meant was that participation is what matters.

"Miss, you are very smart, you can do it."

"Yes, it's a pity that this dynasty doesn't have the imperial examination for women, otherwise you should also take the exam and get a good degree."

Yuan Bo and An Mei were very considerate.

They themselves also think that the young lady is very capable. Not only is she praised by Mr. Zhou every day, but Mr. Zheng is also very satisfied with this young disciple.

Whose child can learn so many things every day and still do well?

He was very young, only twelve years old, and he started traveling to study. He was very courageous.

Fang Nanzhi was delighted and felt comfortable being praised, but she also reflected in her heart that she shouldn't be too obsessed with it.

If she only likes to hear nice things, she will become arrogant and suffer a great loss.

The sound here was clearly heard in the next box, and a group of teenagers looked at each other in confusion.

Which young lady is talking nonsense? They don’t even have the confidence to win.

Just then, the waiter came to serve the food and wine.

Sima Che inquired, "Waiter, who's the person in the next box?"

The waiter looked embarrassed and said, "I don't know. It's not our place to question anyone who comes to eat, regardless of their status."

Sima Che pulled out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve: "Well, can you tell me now?"

The waiter refused with a smile on his face, but he didn't slow down and stuffed the money into his arms.

"The girl next door is a young doctor. She helped a lot in opening the mountain this year."

Then he went out respectfully.

"Female doctor? Is she the one surnamed Fang? My sister went to a flower viewing party the day before yesterday and said she met a very interesting friend." A young man surnamed Luo spoke.

Luo Chi is the second son of County Magistrate Luo. His eldest brother lives with his father in the county town and has been admitted to the county school.

He was a little naughty and not very knowledgeable, so he was studying at Changbai Academy.

It’s not that the county school is better than Changbai Academy. Both are taught by scholars, but the threshold of Changbai Academy is lower. Anyone who has received enlightenment can enroll.

"It's her. This young doctor Fang has become famous in Puliu Town recently. I'm really curious. At such a young age, is she really that skilled in medicine?"

"Of course, I saw it that day when the mountain was opened. He was very ferocious. He set bones for people and helped Doctor Chen saw off legs without blinking an eye."

"That seems like a real talent, but can the doctor also write poetry?"

Several teenagers became curious.

Even in wealthy families, girls had to study, but they would not learn all the Four Books and Five Classics and could only recognize a few words.

Don’t they think that the poetic talent of the women in the harem can compare with theirs? Besides, didn’t the young lady of the imperial physician learn medicine since childhood?

"Cheer up, everyone. If your poetry and writing can't compare to the girl next door's, you'll have to treat me to a meal."

Sima Che asked with a smile: "What if Doctor Fang really takes first place?"

The group of teenagers looked at each other.

"Then let's go make some friends and treat Doctor Fang to a meal."

Luo Chi made the final decision.

No one else had an opinion.

Although it is criticized for men and women to have private interactions, there is an old man in the next box, and they go there together openly, so it cannot be considered rude.

In addition, they mainly didn't believe that Fang Nanzhi could win.

The barbecue came up one after another.

Half a roasted rabbit, a golden and shiny roe deer leg, and roasted pork belly slices...

It can be seen that the chef of Dingxianglou is very skilled. Every ingredient is roasted, but the processing method is different.

Fang Nanzhi swallowed his saliva. What a pity that his second uncle was not here.

If it were for Second Uncle, he could eat most of today's game by himself.

"Miss, the questions are about to be announced." Anmei leaned on the railing and looked at the first floor, paying close attention.

"Thank you for your care for our shop. I hope everyone enjoys their meals and drinks."

"Not much more nonsense. Yesterday's topic was a feast! Today, the shopkeeper said he wanted to try something special and test you all. So, we're going to use the hare as the topic."

The waiter smiled and bowed to all directions.

Everyone around frowned.

On weekdays, they talk about poetry and prose, mostly about flowers, ambitions, scenery, etc.

This hare is indeed rare.

However, the poetry competition at Dingxianglou was originally intended to highlight the wild game barbecue, so it was not beyond the scope.

Those who wanted to write poetry began to ponder deeply.

Fang Nanzhi raised his chin with one hand and was also thinking.

Uncle Yuan took the initiative to ask for some writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone and laid them out for her.

There are two poems in the Book of Songs about hares.

The poem "Rabbit Trap" describes a scene of people hunting hares, but the hares do not appear explicitly.

One is "Gourd Leaves", which is quite relevant to the present situation. Gentlemen gather temporarily to taste fine wine and roast hare together, which is quite interesting.

Fang Nanzhi pondered deeply, from which angle should she write?

Speaking of which, hares are agile and quick, but because of their small size, similar to foxes, they are also given a certain degree of treacherous and cunning definition.

Compared to wild rabbits, which tend to become background characters or villains in poems, white rabbits are different.

For example, people believe that the jade rabbit pounding medicine in the Moon Palace is a white rabbit, and they think it is noble, precious, and mysterious.

We are both rabbits, but in different situations.

Fang Nanzhi felt something in his heart, thought about it, picked up his pen and started writing.