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

"The mountains breed birds of prey, skilled archers compete to chase them. Thick grass hides gray rabbits, and Cook Ding gazes at the Moon Palace."

After finishing writing, Fang Nanzhi felt melancholy.

Isn’t the difference between a gray rabbit and a white rabbit the difference between the rich and the poor?

We are all rabbits in a cage, struggling to survive in this world. How can we still despise and trample on other people's lives?

She wanted to revise it again, but finally gave up.

Anmei handed it over for her. The boys in the next box happened to see it and felt a sense of urgency.

That little girl can really write poetry.

"Miss, Dingxianglou not only has good meat, but also good wine. This is osmanthus wine, you can try it."

Yuan Bo didn't know why the young master was so depressed, but he knew how to please him.

Fang Nanzhi's attention was indeed temporarily diverted. Osmanthus wine? Osmanthus cake is delicious, so the wine should be good too, right?

She took a sip and tasted sweetness at first, but then the bitter taste of wine remained.

She frowned slightly, a little disgusted.

But after swallowing it all, there is an endless aftertaste.

"That's right, Uncle Yuan. We'll take two jars with us when we leave and give them to the gentlemen later."

"Yes." Yuan Bo agreed with a smile.

Anmei also came back, and the three of them feasted heartily.

"I think roe deer legs are more fragrant. I feel greasy if I eat too much pork belly."

Having said that, Fang Nanzhi still picked up another piece of pork belly.

"Well, the rabbit should be made into spicy rabbit head." Anmei commented while gnawing on the rabbit leg.

Uncle Yuan is much more pragmatic than them. He grabs whatever he can eat. It's all meat and it's all delicious, so he doesn't pick and choose.

It’s really greasy to eat only meat, so you can pair it with pancakes.

He took the pancake in one hand, rolled the meat in it, and put some chopped green onions in it. He took a bite and it was so delicious. It was too delicious.

The three of them were enjoying their meal so much that they almost forgot about the poem.

In the next box, only three young men submitted poems, including Sima Che and Luo Chi.

The rest, either I couldn’t think of them or I didn’t have enough time to finish writing them.

Some people sighed, "Is it a waste of all my years of hard study that I can't even compare to a little girl in poetry?"

"Maybe she just scribbled it and handed it in?"

Some people comfort themselves.

Sima Che glanced at him and said, "Who would hand in a poem in front of everyone unless they were somewhat confident in it?"

Also.

The poetry competition at Dingxianglou is not random.

Two gentlemen who were students of learning and one gentlemen who were scholars were invited to serve as judges.

If the writing is too bad, it is better not to hand it in, otherwise you will be embarrassed.

"Okay, then we'll pay for today." A young man smiled bitterly.

Luo Chi waved his folding fan and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Let's wait and see the result."

The others saw him like this and became curious.

"Brother Luo, are you confident in your own poetry? Or do you think that Doctor Fang next door can really take first place?"

Luo Chi smiled but said nothing.

What else could he say? He just had a vague feeling that Doctor Fang was no ordinary person.

His sister said yesterday that Dr. Fang was well-spoken and could quote from classics, and that chatting with her was quite rewarding.

In the box downstairs, those who had written poems handed them in.

The three old men were drinking and tasting the wine.

"Yes, old man Sima's grandson is sixteen now, right? His poetry is quite interesting. He should be able to give it a try this year."

An old student praised.

The Sima family was a wealthy local family. Mr. Sima and he were from the same hometown and they had a good relationship.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun leaned over to take a look, then shook his head.

"The words are ornate, but they don't convey the meaning; they just barely flow."

"Old Sun, your requirements are too high. You are still a young man, how can you be so picky?" another person laughed.

Sun Xiucai thought so too.

Some insights in life can only be gained as you get older.

Moreover, today's poems are all improvised. How many people have the talent to produce elegant writing in such a short time?

He smiled and said, "That makes sense. I have a poem here that's even better."

"Let me see."

The other two immediately passed it around and then touched their beards.

"Pao Ding's Moon-gazing Palace, what a Moon-gazing Palace! This poem has quite a profound meaning."

"Yes, Cook Ding is also a gray rabbit, and he is also a human being."

“Although the overall wording is a bit crude and not as well-crafted as others, the poetic mood is captured.”

The two students praised it and thought it was very eye-catching.

"It seems that this person is the number one today. I originally thought that the poetry of the boy from the Luo family could compete with Sima Che, but after this poem came out, these two seem mediocre." said one person.

The three of them reached a consensus and decided on the first place.

However, when I looked at the name again, it seemed unfamiliar.

"Fang Nanzhi? Who is this? I've never heard of her." Sun Xiucai was puzzled.

Soon, the waiter announced the top five poems of the day and recited their poems in public.

"Fifth place, Luo Chi."

In the box, the young men were not in the mood to eat. Luo Chi, the most talented among them, was only ranked fifth. How powerful must the people in front of him be?

They all leaned on the railing and looked down.

Coincidentally, the door of the next box also opened, and Fang Nanzhi and Anmei also ran out.

She listened to the poem carefully.

I think the wording is well chosen and there is indeed some difference.

"It seems that there are quite a few talented people in Puliu Town."

Next to her, Luo Chi and others looked at her. The girl had a pretty face and a pair of watery eyes, which showed her spirituality and liveliness.

There are indeed some differences.

This little girl is just still young. When she grows up, she will probably be considered the most beautiful woman in the world.

Perhaps noticing their gazes, Fang Nanzhi turned her head and smiled politely at them.

The boys realized the impoliteness and nodded at her, looking away.

"Fourth place, Zhang Junjie."

"..."

"Second place, Sima Che."

The young men felt sorry.

"Brother Sima, you almost missed out on the discount at Dingxianglou."

"Brother Sima's poem has almost finished describing the hare. I wonder what the first place will be?"

"Yes, this time the topic is too far-fetched. Hare, there's really nothing much to write about. It's just a wild game in the mountains."

"Nonsense, you don't understand. The teacher said that when writing poetry, you should see the mountains as not being mountains, and the water as not being water. Only at the end should you return to seeing the mountains as mountains and the water as water, and then you will achieve great success." Sima Che said with a smile.

"It makes my teeth ache. I wonder what level Brother Sima has reached?"

Someone joked.

Sima Che stopped laughing and said honestly, "As for me, I haven't seen through a single realm."

A group of teenagers laughed heartily. Sure enough, everyone’s level was about the same.

"Today's number one is Fang Nanzhi!"

Downstairs, the waiter announced.

An Mei was surprised and looked at her master for a moment: "Miss, you really got it right! You are really amazing!"